Chapter 12 1944

The weather is miserable and the spring is miserable, and the calendar is changed for no reason. Slightly comfort the sorrow and hear the auspicious words, and forcefully open the evil hug to answer the good day. A talent whose name is thin and vulgar should be humbled, and a poor family knows the truth best. Refusing to teach idle books wins pens, and occasionally picking up inscriptions is like a god. The mud line is alive to the door moss, and it is as happy as returning home without seeing the difference. Customers can rain today, and the flowers on the partition wall want to bloom in spring.

If you want to sing alone, you will worry about the deep water, and if you dare to cry, you will get wet ashes on the poor road. It's not too late to pity the grassy sky, and Wu Lang will visit Du Ling. Talented people neglect their duties and mistake Confucian crowns, and it is safe to wait for animals to advocate excellence. Since mourning Jungong and singing Zijia, I have been mourning Xianglan. You don't need to know each other to be sympathetic, and it's better to see each other before you get married. A sigh to cover up the book and each other, no more tears are new bullets.

"Comments": Zhang Hengfu's Remnant Tears Volume 3, Xiao Qi sat and sighed, Yu Ou asked why he sighed, responded immediately, and sighed with each other, Jin Jinren Wu Poetry Collection, Wang Lang's song is the work of Meicun's self-injury When the lotus root Kongbu escapes, Jin will hurt his nose and brow. Returning to the Ming Dynasty in a hurry, I will make friends with each other yesterday and evening. It is unbearable to share a cup of soup, and it is doubtful to be compatible with Dousu. Since the career is broken and the dragon cypress is prosperous, there will be a spring breeze.

Imperial Dynasty Wenjian Volume 27, Zhang Zai's inscription on the old cypress courtyard of Xinglong Temple, only the old cypress tree in Jun's house, the spring breeze seems to have never come, that is, Taibai imitated the ancient twelve poems so-called green pine, how do you know spring, Su Wei's biography, He Tuo said , instead of being wronged by yesterday evening Win the children's laughter, Yingying dew washes and hangs in the clouds. In my life, my head is full of sights, and the four fields are mourning to the bone. Buildings are hard to return to the wind, which one to borrow, and the mountains and rivers are all illuminated.

In the old days, the blue sea, the blue sky and the moon, I can't bear to look at the new ones. Xingzang only leans against the railings, and has been lazy to look in the mirror for the past few years. Book addicts drill through the window before the bees come out, and the poetic sentiment is uneasy around the tree. Lao Xian felt that the situation was short, so he withdrew his comment on Meng Yuedan Kuan. Shu and Zishan work by themselves, Chang Neng's face is hot but his heart is cold. "Notes": Fengyuetang Poetry Talk contains Li Qingzhao's sentence, the poetic feeling is like a night magpie, three turns are not at peace, Yu Xin imitates his heart, although his face is hot, his heart is often cold

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