Chapter 25 1958

Twenty years of talking about crossing fingers and flicking, moving branches and perching, wishing you peace. In the mirror, there are green temples and beautiful faces, and in the poem, Huangshan and Baiyue pan. Poor happiness and madness can stop drinking, and it is better to have a healthy meal. However, the fat and talented women stay together, and the pink bamboo and golden pine share the coldness of the year. Let the old man pass the three peaks of the Lingshi, pull up the ground and green the sky five thousand feet, and the small poem of Lao Qu I know that I can't write sadly, and the little poem is sad and autumnal.

Wanqing promises to pity the grass, but it is difficult to entrust the younger generation without a contract. And borrow Yu Ming's adjacent wall to dig, dare to go against the prevailing custom and do something different. Singing with blue eyes and resting in the show, the meaning of salt is calmed down with the points. Original title: Long Yusheng sent a message to the Dragon Boat Festival to form a quatrain, that is, chasing and seeing the rhyme on the autumn evening of last year For twenty years, he has worked hard to protect and support him, and he has spoken harshly and recited poems.

Now the law is fine and the talent is retreating, but Xu's feelings are like those of the past. Original title: Occasionally see the book of poems written by Jiang twenty-six years ago, Xie Boliu is like dust and dreams, replying ten chapters The youthful love affairs leave traces, and the dreams are warm every time they are touched. The autumn moon and the spring breeze sit and stand idle, regretting Nong Huanzi's ecstasy. Valerian eyes look bright and recall the beginning, and the new rose petals are soaked. I don't know when I washed my face when I was a child, I once took safflower and Xuewu.

Traveling far and sweating together rides on the chasm, only to realize that there is no limit to labor and life. From then on, besides reading books and picking up pens, I learned to be the master of the house by measuring firewood and rice. Nong Hanran Zhiyong Yutai, Qingbian Fanzhi is more open. I blame my book addiction and forget that I am a female scholar. The world situation is vividly performed, and the space is vivid and the ink is light. Self-laughing, contending for fame and literati learning, tired of hearing about Qingzhao and Mingcheng. The absurdity is full of the old and the new, and the popular customs follow the teachings and the illusions are serious.

Annoyed, my reputation is damaged, and I say that I dream to idiots for no reason. "Comment": Yu's novels are besieged and published, and there are many idiots who talk about dreams Baiyi is good because it is natural, because it is said that it is too lazy to look in the mirror. The remaining state of Yaoshao is there, just like poetry has a capital official. The snow is old and the frost is new and used to self-supporting, and the coldness of the year can be seen in the ice posture. The dark fragrance and sparse shadows are endless, and the peaches and plums are everywhere. Huang Juan has no words to praise the young woman, but Zhu Xian has a song as a beautiful woman.

Turn over the books, gamble with tea and grow old together, I wish you a stable and firm life. "Notes": above in 1958