Chapter 9 1941
I once heard that burning candles illuminates red makeup, watching the year and appreciating crabapple.
Greeting and seeing off is a dream of people and heaven, so the world of Xinming is boundless at night.
The filthy house is about to be abandoned, and the cold furnace of the residual calendar hurts itself.
There is no need to cherish the time and chaos.
Whose son in Xiyuan said that he agreed, and writing poems and thieves are equal.
Take pains to break through the sky and save the world, and use your skillful hands to explore the cloud.
The chemical state of mind is secret and cherished, and you know that it is destined to be lost.
Occasionally wandering and worrying about flowers and birds, the poems in the hall become weeping ghosts and gods.
Among them, stealing is also divided into hook countries, and cunning and stealing are as white as foxes.
Pursuing creation does not hurt integrity, so it is necessary to abstain from greed.
Stealing the power will eventually look down on the low-level vehicle, and the humble is not high on the Jiaoran style.
Changli peeps at Chen Bian, and the beauty of Taixi is a blunt thief.
My son Suqin's poems are wonderful, but my method suddenly beats Xiao.
As the Taoist ancestor said in his belly, Xu Fuyi can lead to the same tune.
I want to play in Nanhu with sincerity, and Jun Mowei reprimands Xing Shao.
Shijiao loses the key at night, and the emperor does not pick up the leftovers.
I don't have anything else like a broom, and I leave it with the poor family to protect and enjoy it.
"Notes": The Qianjia Poetry Forum will record the inscription cloud of Mr. Xiyuan, I say that writing poetry is like being a thief, and you can only rise to the top if you are in danger, Zhang Nanhu Huaiyun Prefecture Yang Mijian's eight quatrains self-commentary cloud, Chengzhai opera It is said that the old thief in Jun's poems is also
Last year's poems in Shangyuan wished each other, and this evening Qinghui is not alone.
Today I still look at the plan left, and listen to the sound of rain all night long.
It seems to know that it is difficult for a single guest to take double photos, so I have the pity of heaven and no moon.
Good fortune is about children's affairs, and the strong speaker is Ebi Ransu.
The concubine's heart is like a gate, and the guard is very strict.Huan actually came in, as if there was no one in the land.
The concubine's heart is like a room, and she is welcome to be in the middle.The key household hides the key, and there is no way to have fun.
The concubine is the back of the knife, and Huan is the edge of the knife.Huanqing is self-deprecating, and concubine's love is often thick.
Quedi starts from Jiuyuan, and fills the sky with a coffin.
If you don't want to cry, the bad news will destroy the lungs and liver.
Unbelief is hard to do, but confidence is not reconciled.
Zi Shouju stops here, stops here and saves the world.
Going to death is only short, and familiarity cannot stop it.
Self-cultivation is personal, and autonomy is the right of the land.
I also think about fighting against fate, and I will do it when the time comes.
The deceased after the order will knock on the sky and sue for injustice.
"Comment": You have the hatred of respecting and passing the mark of filial piety, so you can promote your life
I live in Kunming in August, and I have a good life with my son.
Really able to slightly name, new acquaintances as old.
Nineteen people are at least, good words are spread by word of mouth.
Don't worry about aging, short hair and wrinkled face.
Let go of the son and die again, how long will it take.
There is only a gift for me, and it is still hidden when it is wiped out.
I know that life is thin, but it is not as thick as paper.
Suanxinpo has something to say, An Neng is like Rushou.
Jun bestows on Shiyun, the king is the least among the nineteen people, and whoever kisses me outside the second and third sons
In the past, I will go east, and I will borrow Du Fu's poems.
What does it mean that mountains and mountains are separated, and life and death are between.
Leave your life to wait for me, goodbye indefinitely.
Caressing the coffin and mourning but not getting it, if the negative son knows.
The hometown is trapped by jackals and tigers, and the death of guests is sad in the past.
Chanzhi Mountain is empty, and the mound is next to Emei.
I heard that there are birds in Shu, and I urged them to return to the name Zigui.
There is no need for soul energy, and ghosts and common people can return.
Yu Bie Junyun, for the joy of tomorrow, the two are boundless, and you are bitterly looking forward to Yu's entry into Shu
The son is private to me, and every poem is envied by the son.
Crying son is writing today, but Chengzi is missing.
People are born with poems and questions, and they can endure things and practice.
The poet is very fickle, and he has no remaining love.
That is to say, Gongxi Yi died, but I was not good at the beginning.
Chatting to express deep sorrow, not to mention things are gorgeous.
Feeling old and sorrowful, people must burn pens and inkstones.
Doujiu Pu Tao Bo Yizhou, rotten sheep's head stomach also Tong Hou.
If you want to fish, why do you want to be envious of Yuanyuan? Eating meat is not necessary for the country.
And if you are an official, you will laugh and scold, and you will take revenge.
The wind and snow on the Baqiao carry poems and objects, and the play asks whether the talent is worthy of the servant.
"Comment": Changli Liu Sheng Poetry, Going to Repay the General and Enmity
It may not be wrong to search for the city again, and the characters in the eyes are Tianyi.
Learning to be an immortal is not a return to Ding Ling, and nostalgia for the past first teaches the painful child.
The sinking soul and the floating soul respond to this love, but who knows.
It's not sad to read the water and become a river.
You go to Yunnan poetry clouds, look back at the Kunming Lake, the flowers and tall willows are still there
Worry about the plan to gather talents, and talk about the spring breeze to Caolai.
I was idled by Tianjiao, and I suddenly saw my friends coming from afar.
Huangmao and white reed laugh before winning, and plant Li Chongtao after paying.
Zhuan Yiduo has no other words, and his heart has been expanded through the ages.
Wu Sheng is very old-fashioned and elegant, and his pen and ink are dripping with begging for the whole family.
If you see that I am not capable of doing anything, don't pay attention to Shangyinzi.
The sound is as delicate as a poem coming out of a worm, and the traces are more inclined than graffiti.
I also treasure my broom from a thousand pieces of gold, and don't ask for colored pens to write hairpin flowers.
The people of Dashuling are cruel and respectful, and they are overjoyed when they come to Su.
Lei Chen fights to wake up the dreams of the heavens, and the electric smile makes the eight faces faint.
Suddenly the male wind collects the rain feet, and gradually curls up the female ni to catch the roots of the clouds.
The blue sky seems to be the place to return to, trying to let the water in the foreshore swell.
On the ninth day of Chongjiu, Li Ba Kezhang recruited a Jewish giant
Xu Yixun closes the autumn light, and holds a respectful bowl to the sparse forest.
The few people were really happy, and they chatted for half a day to escape the world.
Cong Jushuang is very proud, and thin clouds and winds cannot gather to form a cloud.
It will be difficult for the seaside to meet this time, so it must flow across the land to avoid sinking.
"Note": above 1941