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Chapter 11 1943

Huai Ju Poetry 钱钟书 968Words 2018-03-20
This world is not my world, what hometown is my hometown. The air is still buried in the sword, and the body is good at hiding the sword. Pu Xuechai got married, and Fangnian wanted to marry Yang. Only when you are divided can you dare to argue, but it is hard to measure your worries. Pang Zha went all the way down to Bicheng, but he still doesn't know what he wants to do. The heart is like a red apricot, which makes spring troubles, and the eyes are like yellow plums deceiving rain and sunshine. Every time I lose my sleep, Gu Yuanmeng never regrets and loves me for making money. When will Pengshan Mountain be shoveled away, Xu Pang's dressing table will predict his life.

The ghosts of the ten prefectures of a good family are still male, and the blood on their necks is hard to pay, but they try their best. If you make a mistake, you will regret through the ages, and you should be ashamed of Jiuyuan when you bow your head. The traces of energy are often too close, and articles about sexual poisoning do not hide their work. A bottle of wine is fine and on poetry, where there is no way to drink it. "Comments": The ancient meaning of Wumei Village, Jin Hezi with a handle, Jiuyuan met and still bowed his head, Zhu Zi answered Gong Zhongzhi's sixth, tasted worry that Fang Weng's trace is too close, energy is too high, Yuan Jiangliu in Wangyan Prefecture, although peacocks are poisonous, Can't hide the article

Since you came out of the mirror, the stage is dim, and the seamless silk is cold and warm together. The spiders in the corner of the house lead the threads, and the hoof marks of the cows in the mud. It is difficult to make a piece of brocade weaving empty, and Shi Que dare not speak for his title. It's like "Mu Jiali" will not be set up in the end, but Er's family Wu Sapium will recognize it as the door. With whom does the old country talk about robbery and ashes, and steal the raw body and wait for the thunder. Zhuangtu speaks empty words and Huanglong smashes, evil consciousness really sees white geese.

The bones are all in pain when you step on the street, and the tears pour down to the sea to meet the sorrow of the sky. Injury time and injury injury spring habits, embrace next year if it is better. A piece of mourning written in a broken style, with tears and ink blurred. Empty knowledge returns to Tao Lingju, and Li Huawen does not know whether he survives or dies. When you fall into a dream, you should be lost, and you can't hear the sound of pity. The 40,000 rebels were exhausted on the same day, and there were many sons in the world. "Notes": Original title: A certain genus from the village inscribed the story of crying children, the son joined the army and went to Burma, and his family was not exhausted.

The spring breeze seems to relieve each other's deception, and the chaos and colorfulness are also full of trails. Fate sinks into flowers and mud, and the mind of Zen is at peace with flocs and mud. If you want to pick up people with passion, you will stop trampling on horses and avoiding hooves when you are proud. Waiting for the shade to become autumn and falling leaves, I like to teach things and talk about the lacquer garden. Song of Yang Baihua in the Northern Wei Dynasty, Going out of the house with love and weakness, Later, Yang Hua burst into tears, Zhang Gongxiang of the Song Dynasty wrote Li Yuanying's quatrains, Horseshoes have nowhere to avoid the residual red

When the sun is clear, the sun slips and the dove calls, and the sick man wakes up from the couch. Lurun means that the roots grow vegetation, and the cool chest expands the rivers and lakes. The swallows on the beams have been whispering for a long time, and there should be many crows pecking at the house. Annoyed and noisy for ten miles, there can be no sound for a long time. Learn from the past and reflect on the wonderful widows, and take the West Sea with you to stimulate the West River. Everything in Zhongzhou is the same bad, and the restoration of the old order is not a bad state.

The beacon fire is far away and the book is gold, but it is difficult to withdraw the pen and the tripod. If you don't do it, you can talk about poetry, and your spirit will drop after hanging on the wall for many years. "Comments": Five Lanterns Huiyuan Volume Eleven Fengxue Tingzhao Chapters, Asking How to Say Truth and Truth, Master Said on the Hanging Wall, Farewell to Uncle Li Duan in the Valley, Taoists from Ancient Times, Between the Walls of the Hanging Tongue House Fangshi has repeatedly lost the burden, and it is difficult to recover. If there is an example of a disease after spring, the flowers will not need to bloom from then on.

The rose blows the old heap of thorns in the courtyard, and the peaches and plums float in the courtyard full of moss. Losing and Hanjiao can be proud, and Chang'an can see all the purple red. Whoever decides and comments on domestic articles can be clearly seen by watching books. Over the years, he has gradually become like Ouyang Jiu, not afraid of his husband and cowardly of younger generations. "Notes": Ou Gongyu, not afraid of the anger of the husband, afraid of the laughter of the younger generation, Jianyu Jianju Volume 8 The robes are scattered and lying down, almost like a silent monk in the deep forest.

Pounding musk deer and obsessing lotus is not enough, breaking the hairpin and splitting the mirror is hard to rely on. There are no many roads in Chatong Bihan, dreaming of the first floor of the Red Mansion. Already timid, the wind is careless and the moon is borrowed, and the small garden and the high pavilion are self-selling and condensing. Above 1943
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