Chapter 13 1945

The double return of spring is elusive, and Yi Suiqin is startled in the chaos. I am old and am not alone, who will share all kinds of worries. Jiao Ya's state of mind is in Mojie, and the dead tree's vitality is in Zhongwen. The heroic chat is kept for self-warming, Wu Xiaoyan builds up the knowledge. It is easy to go to spring and water, but it is also difficult to go to the blue sky. The West River looks forward to live catfish, and the East China Sea envies the escaped eels. Sent away from the cliff, climbed up and watched across the Long. The siege is light, and I wish you peace.

During the Qingming Festival, the rain is drowsy, and the name is called Qingming. It also seems that Chongyang has no reality, and the city is full of wind and rain. Going ashore to lead a boat has been violated, and returning to the countryside is also a leisurely plan. In the moonlight, black magpies have nowhere to rest, and cattle and sheep want to come down day and night. If you look for a sentence, you can't close the door if you hate it, but if you look at the mountains and steal the joy, the wall is open. In his years, he circulated in Danqing, and when he was old, he moved from home to arouse vulgar guesses.

"Note": There is a picture of Yang Tong's moving home in the postscript of Houcun High words and dangerous words broaden one's heart, and a smile lifts the beard to teach the same. The good guest lived in secluded Du Fu, and the neighbors recognized Yang Xiong in my house. There is no more books to talk about, and no wine to sit in the bottle. If there are neighbors who are screaming, they will come to the bed to listen to the wind. Gong Ding'an congratulates Xinliang's self-commentary on his poems, discusses art with other princes, Wang Zimei regards it as the teacher's master, Nanqi Shu Zhang Dai's biography, and Yan Yanzhi sits on a hu bed by the fence and listens to Dai and Hakka's conversation, no longer screaming

The filth and filth in the space floats in the clouds, and you enter the startled room anxiously. The lightning strike suddenly followed the Yin Emperor's shot, and there was no need to worry about the collapse of the sky. At first glance, a meteorite flies over a flying bird, and a golden crow pecks at a red qiu. Self-sighing destroys Tibetan heroism, and it is still tolerant to lose the chopsticks to solve the ridicule. When you get old, you can see the back carving in your pine heart, so it is super super when the source is in danger. Xie Tiaochang bowed his head all his life, and Wudou Taoqian did not bow his waist.

Work is not poor, poetry is thin, and leisure is not because of illness. Tuipai is tall and majestic, and fame and virtue do not need to be afraid of painting. It was too late to follow Fengyi as a guest guest in the past. So rich and suitable for eating meat, he still has short mustaches for reciting poems. Cursing new shoots without hard work, absolutely love flowers without ugly branches. Hanmo Fubo is really hale and hearty, and Tianliu sings about peace. "Note": the above 1945