Chapter 3 Dongshan Remuneration and Collection Volume 1
Hadong willow is the word Rushi at the beginning of the name Yin
The reputation is really similar to that of Han Fufeng, but the wonderful principles and profound rules are even more different.The fragrance of tea in a room is dim, and the fragrance of thousands of lines of ink is dark. The cause and fate of Zhuxi Ping Fu is there, and the Jiangzuo romantics talk about the heroes.Today Zhan Zhan Cheng Yu Li, Dongshan Congling don't quit. Shepherd
Wenjun salivated and wanted to be romantic, and Xu Tong was surprised on his face and shoulders.Thinking of Yan Wan in vain since Mengdao, and asking Hongmeng about kneading soil.
He Zengran in Zhanhua's husband's room, and Zhanliu Zhangtai is also self-proclaimed.But it seems that Wang Chang's news is good, and he will follow after the suitcase is lifted.
Cheng Jiasui
Seeing Jinghong on Pianran's water, Xu Tong was surprised when he listened to the poem with the candle.After He Yi's sick husband burned his pen, he felt pity for the gifted scholar.
The calamus flower makes the dream of the public, and the peony springs the lady's style.This evening, I respect the former minister for cooking, so I should be annoyed by the pulsatilla.
gatha nunnery
Unexpectedly, there is a family tradition under the forest, who says that thousands of gold are the same with a smile?The cup is close to the fairy source, and the flowers are swaying, and the cloud is coming to the Shenxia Gorge.
Playing silk, blowing bamboo and singing preference, choosing stone, cone and sand painting are more majestic.Poetry and wine have no driving force, and the smoked stove and tea bowl can be followed.
Shepherd
Bing Xinqiu's face is full of sorrow, and the cold day is passionately shining on the building.Why do you take a small boat for thousands of miles, and the five lakes have already allowed flat boats.
Every time you come to the blue mirror and hate red powder, don't sigh for Zhu Yan's gray hair.I love the willows beside the Chilan Bridge bitterly, and I still let go of the old fashion in Tanchun.
Shepherd
After reciting new poems, I am half-concentrated and worried, and the wind seems to be leaning on a building when the sun is slanting.It took three years of fighting to smile, it's a pity that we are in the same boat today.
Lightly recalling Xiling Road, drinking wine and resting on the water head of the ditch.Huansheng Keer rides on a plain boat, and the bright moon sings the flow of fate.
east river
Which music house sings without worries?Looking at the Northwest Building of Floating Clouds.Han Pei dared to give it to the goddess, Yue Ge chatted with E Junzhou.
In the spring, the willows want to have blue eyes, and the snowy mountains should want to have white heads.Don't blame Yinhan for the Lu family, the river flows eastward every year.
gatha nunnery
Fleas hear about the emerald green moths in the southern country, and I have seen books fly to the old country building.A distant guest must hold a candle in the cold weather, and the beauty is in the same boat at night.
Thousands of poems have been handed down on the jade platform, and the golden pipes are blown to sit at both ends.From then on, the misty waves are good for fun, and the mountains are spring snow and the five lakes are flowing. Shepherd
The love respects the drizzle without knowing sorrow, and the crane leads the distant air wind down the stairs.The red candle is like a moonlit night, and the green window is like a magnolia boat.
In the song, the willows relax their eyes, and in the poem, the hibiscus also heads together.Who will the plum soul talk to this evening?Let his sparse shadow dip in the cold current.
gatha nunnery
Where is the bead curtain embracing Mochou, the flute bed and singing seats are near the library.Gold stove and silver candle plain wine, Yuanpu cold star Shanqu boat.
Looking at the green mountains in the north, the gully is still in the north, and the ditch flows eastward when traveling.Lao Huai is not suffering from life and separation, tears flow for no reason.
Xu Xiyin Ercong
Wuyan is startled and sad when she sees her, and she puts her bookmarks and pens on the building at night.Open the four seats and return the silver candles, cough and spit out a thousand bells to pour down the jade boat.
Chengcai raised his hand in a seven-character poem, and turned back after making a mistake.A beautiful woman must also be a talented person, and the art garden in Pengshan is first-rate.
Shepherd
The painting of mountains and cities opens, and the spring people come to explore the spring in spring.In front of the curtain, the dizzy willow still sleeps, and the new make-up in the mirror looks like a smiling plum.
Letters of flowers followed hairpins as early as on the temples, and returned by boat after the age of Huayu.The green statue and the red candle are dying of old age, and the rumor is that the east wind will not be urging.
east river
The bead curtain no longer needs to be opened, and it is Lantian Mengjing again.If you want to move the boat, you must first lean against the willows, and then you will be shocked by the plum blossoms before you brush your clothes.
The golden bullets in the eastern suburbs chased each other, and the Qiongbi in the southern street came back a few times.The most new poems are like jade tubes, and the spring breeze dances sleeves for a while.
east river
The red halo and the green tears are endless, and the spring in the southern country is coming and it is cold.Going to the willow flower like a dream, the misty moon has always been a worry. Who knows the news of the painting hall, and the face of the green tent is alone.Cherish the Langui room of the Jun family, and the east wind takes the next one.
Shepherd
Fangyan Shu Jingsi is long, who in the southern country is more leaning on the lanyard.I have borrowed lead to urge the dawn, and cut red and green to help spring.
Half of the early plum leaves residual wax, and the whole body of the new willow is resistant to the cold.Since then, the scenery has grown ninety years, so don't just look at the flowers and moons.
Shepherd
For a few days, the west mountain stepped on the early plum blossom, and the east wind broke through last night.Before stopping the car, you are not allowed to pour a glass of wine, and you must report to the mirror before you go.
Leng Rui is just smiling at the curtain pavilion, and the flowers are still being urged by the sword.The crotch of the shirt carries a cold fragrance, and I glanced at Cong Jun and sniffed it.
Shepherd
There is nothing so good in the night, and I respect and promote the feast of Liuguang.The curtain is deep and the flames are dying, and the small house is full of fragrance in the courtyard.
The snow color is slightly invading the white hair, and the candlelight is in love with the red makeup.Zhijun keeps his old age and thinks a lot, and wants to enter a few lines of pepper flower odes.
east river
He respects the old age and envies Chen Liang, and Qi Xi Luo Wei Yu dawn.The small courtyard was surrounded by a furnace like daytime, and the two of them burned incense to themselves.
The snow on the window urges the residual leakage, and the bright lights in the room promote the makeup.Tomorrow, the bead curtain will invade the dawn roll, and the mandarin ducks will line up. Shepherd
In the new year, I turn to cherish the year, the tea bowl, the smoker, the furnace, and the music room.Looking at the hair on the temples with white hair in the snow, and seeing the light in the green sleeves before the wind.
Guanmei and Yishu make people grow old, and Gongliu's three sleeps drive me crazy.West Lan Yu Nanpu Zhao, spring is only busy for two people. east river
The new leaves of sugarcane wu are fragrant, and the colorful phoenix plays with the purple house.I have already felt that Qi Chuang has returned to her charm, and she is still shining with the blue mirror.
Journeys from the sideburns are jealous of flowers, and Mo Chunfeng is mistaken for willow madness.Cooking the incense car and painting the end, turning over the warbler and swallowing the letter, he is busy. Shepherd
The east wind blows the water and the moss is green, the soul of the willow and plum decides to return, because there is a fragrant car coming today, I will teach the jade flute to remind me for a while.
Ten thousand pieces are graceful and waist-thin, and a few flowers are about the temples.Spring people love the Spring Festival the most, so they linger while singing flowers and climbing trees. east river
The color of the water in the villa turns light and the moss is light, and Jing Qi personally sees Wan Shuhui.Rong Temple is poor, Chi Mei wants to laugh, and Liu Xian reminds me about the time.
Si's favors the spring breeze, and the fragrance is dark and I really suspect that the moon is coming.It's Dujiang Huajiji again, and the Jiuqi Songban returns for the first time.
Shepherd
Xiqiu Xiaozhu Province is noisy, and the light snow is sparse in front of the fire.The five daughters stayed in the abbot's room together, and the golden bed still saw the rainy sky.
Han Qing's face is as shallow as spring, and the sound of the flute is turning and the moon is round.Tomorrow, good news will be spread in Wucheng, and no one in a thousand families will avoid Fangyan.
east river
The sound of stringed pipes stopped laughing and talking, and Qing Zun hurriedly sat down in front of the small corridor.It is already suspected that the moon is avoiding the lantern night, and it is more like flowers losing and dancing in the snow.
The five pistils forbid spring as thin as I am, and the silver vat will be round for the king that night.The new poems are full of beauty and peaches and plums, and the rain and wind are not jealous of Yan.
Shepherd
Sanshi followed his chariots and horses, and burned dry and laughing papers in front of the window.Evening makeup and plain sleeves are waiting for the lights, and the days of light illness and cold abstinence.
Where is Meirui in spring? The candles are like the moon.The new poems are like early willows, inviting Le Dongfeng and Dou Yan. Shen Huang Bifu
Stop singing and dancing for a while, and move to the front of Penghu on the west side of the bridge.Weak willows play in the wind and snow, and old plums break their calyx in early spring.
The flowers leaning against the lamp compete for beauty by the side of the wine, and the clouds bloom outside the curtain and the moon is in perfect circle.In the middle of the night, the poems become more algae thoughts, and the grass in the secluded courtyard is more fresh and beautiful.
The spring city flutes and drums compete with each other, a different kind of scenery before a short candle.Remnant snow is playing on the terrace, and the thin cold clothes are shining in the sky.
Silver flowers, fire trees are as beautiful as people, and jade, moon, pearl and stars are round at night.A piece of neon clothes is not enviable to you, who is better than Yu Taiyan in new poems.
east river
In the dream, if you call for a painting boat, if the mandarin lake's mandarin wings are open.At this time, facing the moon and Qinshui, where can I see the clouds passing over the Diaotai.
Saying farewell has been with Ying for a long time, and Yan should come back with the book.It's only pity that I can't go because of the wind, and the fluttering Zhengshan is more than the falling plums.
Shepherd
Youmei was born in the southern country, and her name has been passed down from generation to generation.Talk about the clan in Hedong, and ask the stars in the sky.
The three sleeps in the Han Palace are expensive, and the Wu Palace is inextricably connected.The star elm has a long calendar and falls, and the laurel flutters together.
On the bank of Yuyu Kunshan Mountain, there are green valleys and rivers.Togen came to Jingyu and transplanted from Fangnian.
Born as a delicate girl, Ronghua is from Lijuan.Poetry should be spoken and answered, and books and books can be read by hand.
Xuan Zhi Gongwen Anthology, Tienangguan History Compilation.The words are slightly combined, and the records can be seen in Zhulian.
The Eight Dynasties view the rise and fall, and the Three Tangs distinguish and trace back.Pull a glimpse of Yuling beetle, next to Nuo Gaoxuan.
Flowers and plants are picked, and insects and fish like notes.The part is divided into A and B, and the government is miscellaneous.
After the remnant song returns to the wind, the new makeup falls before the moon.The lamps and lanterns of blue cream continue, and the pen bed of emerald feathers hangs.
The doctor is ashamed of the kitchen, and the child is ashamed of the engraving.Yaoguang is pregnant in the morning, jade is born in the night, and Xuan is born in the night.
Longshui should be connected, Tangshan can be connected.Poems weaving silk are good for themselves, and you are good at making Sufu.
Jinshangwen replied, and the characters on the plate were graceful.Qingwen tastes full of boxes, and each new chapter is made.
The peonies are bright, and the hibiscus is fresh.Praise the pepper is good, but what is the fault of chanting the tree?
The prose is passed down to the country, and the poems describe the ancestors.Picking apples and new algae, planting willows and old wind and smoke.
The characters and feet are in Yuanhe, and the literary heart and music are parallel.Thousands of mica paper, small huanhua paper.
Chant Zhu Louben, seal the title Chido Trent.The wind is different and the birth is different, and it is taught to be beautiful.
The song is poorly divided, and the song is wonderful.Play the flute to win the girl, and cooperate with Li Jiazhuan.
Painting Duodan ointment is wonderful, Qin knows intermittent strings.Slender waist should be bowed in autumn.Weak bones are called swings.
Young people laugh at throwing pots, and people are crazy about fighting for games.The eyebrows are trimmed and the green is far away, and the temples are thin and the cicadas are singing. Xiang Yueyi Fangkong.When the wind belt spins through.Traveling in the dust tastes silence, and the teeth of the clogs are white and shanshan.
Dancer's sleeves feel like flicking tassels, and bow shoes are bound with feet.Yingying is still jealous of shadows, and some of them will be moved.
Miaoli allures the country, dust falls on the market.It's really worthy of Chen Jiazhang, and it's a sweet spring for painting.
Willow sighs to break down, but Mi Wu regrets to abandon the donation.Xijia is very graceful, while Beili is noisy.
The nobles fight to get rid of the Tao, and the son learns to drop the whip.Welcome to the car with a thousand brocade tents, and lose one coin.
A hundred and two doors are pharynx, and two swords are dreaming and sleeping.The embankment is muddy and trampled upside down, and the water is about to fill up.
Jade in the bright and clean fire, single lotus in fragrant mud.Closing the door is like entering the Tao, intoxicated and wanting to escape Zen.
If you don't promise to buy it with dry gold, why should you smile.Nail the heart from doing evil, spit on the face to get rid of the gizzard, Bees and butterflies circle around, but Jin Shu carries them back.His name is Diao Wanyan, and he changes his bones to drink Minyu.
Let yourself ask for pampas grass, but in vain.When Xuan Che heard it, he was at a loss.
There is nothing wrong with this, and the pursuit of companionship is fruitful.At the beginning, I suspected that driving across the river was like a boat on a lake.
The list pulls the song heart to say, and the middle-class laughs.The wind in Jiangyuan is rustling, and the water in Luopu is murmuring.
The sparse shadows and new words are beautiful, and the worry-free house is biased.The Huayan is open with tortoise shells, and the beautiful seats are beautiful and immortal.
Silver candlelight is three to five, and gold is worth ten thousand.The wax flower urges the rabbits to breed, and the drums urge the birds to move.
The Faqu is played in trouble, and the mourning zither promotes the announcement of the pillars.Take a peek at Song Yu by step shaking, and donate the right to sheep.
The remaining incense powder on the pen, and the black book mixed with emerald tin.Green windows and moon cover, red candles with flowers.
Han's first reunion, Gao Su's death has already passed.It's also good to be condensed and angry, but it's pitiful to sit in the melt.
Thin sickness is like drinking wine, light cold is not broken.Qingchou is long and approximate, smiling and procrastinating.
The tea fire is idle in the house, and the incense burner is full of small courtyards.The sun is high and lazy, and the moon is bright and sleepless.
The color award is partial to look at, and the Tibetan lots make fists with each other.The flames around the screen are straight, and the laughter is round when sitting.
Shuo Qi removes the curtain foil, and the streamer feels the felt.We will have fun together, and we will discuss the spring together.
Did not ask the plum blossoms to laugh, but only heard the fire and trees burning, half the pond was deserted in spring, and the grass in the two temples was lush.
How dark is the soul of Nanpu, Dongshan is about to be firm.You should follow your voice and dare to accompany Lianxuan.
Affectionate Rong Tao Zhuo, micro-words trust Gan Zhen, Yang Zhi is now Wan Luan, Tao Ye is destined in the past.
Ba'an is lingering and farewell, while Zhangtai is easy to provoke.Pingting faces Guangmo, gracefully touches Qingchuan.
Who can draw charming eyebrows?What is waist fiber and scratching?The hidden crows rest in the nunnery, and the horses and vines are lingering.
Xu is afraid of sticky mud, and flowers are worried about letting the snow wilt.The fragrant dust and medicine are reduced, and spring illnesses are fried together.
The swallows go back to the nest, and the heart is called the tree cuckoo.Cherish the clothes and the warblers, and protect the pink butterflies.
Looking forward hand in hand, meditating on Mo Qian.Temporary tour is not Qikuo, Xiaobie is lingering.
The impromptu poem is bitter, and tears come out of the cup.The car in the city is full of reels, and the fate of Yuanpu is the same.
Go to the water and return to the incense seal, and return to the sail to stimulate the arrow string.Send worries quietly, and give tears to wrap Lianlian.
Greeting you with double oars, worrying about buckling alone.From now on, Wu Bang's dream has been by your side in the past and the past.
The reputation is really similar to that of Han Fufeng, but the wonderful principles and profound rules are even more different.The fragrance of tea in a room is dim, and the fragrance of thousands of lines of ink is dark. The cause and fate of Zhuxi Ping Fu is there, and the Jiangzuo romantics talk about the heroes.Today Zhan Zhan Cheng Yu Li, Dongshan Congling don't quit. Shepherd
Wenjun salivated and wanted to be romantic, and Xu Tong was surprised on his face and shoulders.Thinking of Yan Wan in vain since Mengdao, and asking Hongmeng about kneading soil.
He Zengran in Zhanhua's husband's room, and Zhanliu Zhangtai is also self-proclaimed.But it seems that Wang Chang's news is good, and he will follow after the suitcase is lifted.
Cheng Jiasui
Seeing Jinghong on Pianran's water, Xu Tong was surprised when he listened to the poem with the candle.After He Yi's sick husband burned his pen, he felt pity for the gifted scholar.
The calamus flower makes the dream of the public, and the peony springs the lady's style.This evening, I respect the former minister for cooking, so I should be annoyed by the pulsatilla.
gatha nunnery
Unexpectedly, there is a family tradition under the forest, who says that thousands of gold are the same with a smile?The cup is close to the fairy source, and the flowers are swaying, and the cloud is coming to the Shenxia Gorge.
Playing silk, blowing bamboo and singing preference, choosing stone, cone and sand painting are more majestic.Poetry and wine have no driving force, and the smoked stove and tea bowl can be followed.
Shepherd
Bing Xinqiu's face is full of sorrow, and the cold day is passionately shining on the building.Why do you take a small boat for thousands of miles, and the five lakes have already allowed flat boats.
Every time you come to the blue mirror and hate red powder, don't sigh for Zhu Yan's gray hair.I love the willows beside the Chilan Bridge bitterly, and I still let go of the old fashion in Tanchun.
Shepherd
After reciting new poems, I am half-concentrated and worried, and the wind seems to be leaning on a building when the sun is slanting.It took three years of fighting to smile, it's a pity that we are in the same boat today.
Lightly recalling Xiling Road, drinking wine and resting on the water head of the ditch.Huansheng Keer rides on a plain boat, and the bright moon sings the flow of fate.
east river
Which music house sings without worries?Looking at the Northwest Building of Floating Clouds.Han Pei dared to give it to the goddess, Yue Ge chatted with E Junzhou.
In the spring, the willows want to have blue eyes, and the snowy mountains should want to have white heads.Don't blame Yinhan for the Lu family, the river flows eastward every year.
gatha nunnery
Fleas hear about the emerald green moths in the southern country, and I have seen books fly to the old country building.A distant guest must hold a candle in the cold weather, and the beauty is in the same boat at night.
Thousands of poems have been handed down on the jade platform, and the golden pipes are blown to sit at both ends.From then on, the misty waves are good for fun, and the mountains are spring snow and the five lakes are flowing. Shepherd
The love respects the drizzle without knowing sorrow, and the crane leads the distant air wind down the stairs.The red candle is like a moonlit night, and the green window is like a magnolia boat.
In the song, the willows relax their eyes, and in the poem, the hibiscus also heads together.Who will the plum soul talk to this evening?Let his sparse shadow dip in the cold current.
gatha nunnery
Where is the bead curtain embracing Mochou, the flute bed and singing seats are near the library.Gold stove and silver candle plain wine, Yuanpu cold star Shanqu boat.
Looking at the green mountains in the north, the gully is still in the north, and the ditch flows eastward when traveling.Lao Huai is not suffering from life and separation, tears flow for no reason.
Xu Xiyin Ercong
Wuyan is startled and sad when she sees her, and she puts her bookmarks and pens on the building at night.Open the four seats and return the silver candles, cough and spit out a thousand bells to pour down the jade boat.
Chengcai raised his hand in a seven-character poem, and turned back after making a mistake.A beautiful woman must also be a talented person, and the art garden in Pengshan is first-rate.
Shepherd
The painting of mountains and cities opens, and the spring people come to explore the spring in spring.In front of the curtain, the dizzy willow still sleeps, and the new make-up in the mirror looks like a smiling plum.
Letters of flowers followed hairpins as early as on the temples, and returned by boat after the age of Huayu.The green statue and the red candle are dying of old age, and the rumor is that the east wind will not be urging.
east river
The bead curtain no longer needs to be opened, and it is Lantian Mengjing again.If you want to move the boat, you must first lean against the willows, and then you will be shocked by the plum blossoms before you brush your clothes.
The golden bullets in the eastern suburbs chased each other, and the Qiongbi in the southern street came back a few times.The most new poems are like jade tubes, and the spring breeze dances sleeves for a while.
east river
The red halo and the green tears are endless, and the spring in the southern country is coming and it is cold.Going to the willow flower like a dream, the misty moon has always been a worry. Who knows the news of the painting hall, and the face of the green tent is alone.Cherish the Langui room of the Jun family, and the east wind takes the next one.
Shepherd
Fangyan Shu Jingsi is long, who in the southern country is more leaning on the lanyard.I have borrowed lead to urge the dawn, and cut red and green to help spring.
Half of the early plum leaves residual wax, and the whole body of the new willow is resistant to the cold.Since then, the scenery has grown ninety years, so don't just look at the flowers and moons.
Shepherd
For a few days, the west mountain stepped on the early plum blossom, and the east wind broke through last night.Before stopping the car, you are not allowed to pour a glass of wine, and you must report to the mirror before you go.
Leng Rui is just smiling at the curtain pavilion, and the flowers are still being urged by the sword.The crotch of the shirt carries a cold fragrance, and I glanced at Cong Jun and sniffed it.
Shepherd
There is nothing so good in the night, and I respect and promote the feast of Liuguang.The curtain is deep and the flames are dying, and the small house is full of fragrance in the courtyard.
The snow color is slightly invading the white hair, and the candlelight is in love with the red makeup.Zhijun keeps his old age and thinks a lot, and wants to enter a few lines of pepper flower odes.
east river
He respects the old age and envies Chen Liang, and Qi Xi Luo Wei Yu dawn.The small courtyard was surrounded by a furnace like daytime, and the two of them burned incense to themselves.
The snow on the window urges the residual leakage, and the bright lights in the room promote the makeup.Tomorrow, the bead curtain will invade the dawn roll, and the mandarin ducks will line up. Shepherd
In the new year, I turn to cherish the year, the tea bowl, the smoker, the furnace, and the music room.Looking at the hair on the temples with white hair in the snow, and seeing the light in the green sleeves before the wind.
Guanmei and Yishu make people grow old, and Gongliu's three sleeps drive me crazy.West Lan Yu Nanpu Zhao, spring is only busy for two people. east river
The new leaves of sugarcane wu are fragrant, and the colorful phoenix plays with the purple house.I have already felt that Qi Chuang has returned to her charm, and she is still shining with the blue mirror.
Journeys from the sideburns are jealous of flowers, and Mo Chunfeng is mistaken for willow madness.Cooking the incense car and painting the end, turning over the warbler and swallowing the letter, he is busy. Shepherd
The east wind blows the water and the moss is green, the soul of the willow and plum decides to return, because there is a fragrant car coming today, I will teach the jade flute to remind me for a while.
Ten thousand pieces are graceful and waist-thin, and a few flowers are about the temples.Spring people love the Spring Festival the most, so they linger while singing flowers and climbing trees. east river
The color of the water in the villa turns light and the moss is light, and Jing Qi personally sees Wan Shuhui.Rong Temple is poor, Chi Mei wants to laugh, and Liu Xian reminds me about the time.
Si's favors the spring breeze, and the fragrance is dark and I really suspect that the moon is coming.It's Dujiang Huajiji again, and the Jiuqi Songban returns for the first time.
Shepherd
Xiqiu Xiaozhu Province is noisy, and the light snow is sparse in front of the fire.The five daughters stayed in the abbot's room together, and the golden bed still saw the rainy sky.
Han Qing's face is as shallow as spring, and the sound of the flute is turning and the moon is round.Tomorrow, good news will be spread in Wucheng, and no one in a thousand families will avoid Fangyan.
east river
The sound of stringed pipes stopped laughing and talking, and Qing Zun hurriedly sat down in front of the small corridor.It is already suspected that the moon is avoiding the lantern night, and it is more like flowers losing and dancing in the snow.
The five pistils forbid spring as thin as I am, and the silver vat will be round for the king that night.The new poems are full of beauty and peaches and plums, and the rain and wind are not jealous of Yan.
Shepherd
Sanshi followed his chariots and horses, and burned dry and laughing papers in front of the window.Evening makeup and plain sleeves are waiting for the lights, and the days of light illness and cold abstinence.
Where is Meirui in spring? The candles are like the moon.The new poems are like early willows, inviting Le Dongfeng and Dou Yan. Shen Huang Bifu
Stop singing and dancing for a while, and move to the front of Penghu on the west side of the bridge.Weak willows play in the wind and snow, and old plums break their calyx in early spring.
The flowers leaning against the lamp compete for beauty by the side of the wine, and the clouds bloom outside the curtain and the moon is in perfect circle.In the middle of the night, the poems become more algae thoughts, and the grass in the secluded courtyard is more fresh and beautiful.
The spring city flutes and drums compete with each other, a different kind of scenery before a short candle.Remnant snow is playing on the terrace, and the thin cold clothes are shining in the sky.
Silver flowers, fire trees are as beautiful as people, and jade, moon, pearl and stars are round at night.A piece of neon clothes is not enviable to you, who is better than Yu Taiyan in new poems.
east river
In the dream, if you call for a painting boat, if the mandarin lake's mandarin wings are open.At this time, facing the moon and Qinshui, where can I see the clouds passing over the Diaotai.
Saying farewell has been with Ying for a long time, and Yan should come back with the book.It's only pity that I can't go because of the wind, and the fluttering Zhengshan is more than the falling plums.
Shepherd
Youmei was born in the southern country, and her name has been passed down from generation to generation.Talk about the clan in Hedong, and ask the stars in the sky.
The three sleeps in the Han Palace are expensive, and the Wu Palace is inextricably connected.The star elm has a long calendar and falls, and the laurel flutters together.
On the bank of Yuyu Kunshan Mountain, there are green valleys and rivers.Togen came to Jingyu and transplanted from Fangnian.
Born as a delicate girl, Ronghua is from Lijuan.Poetry should be spoken and answered, and books and books can be read by hand.
Xuan Zhi Gongwen Anthology, Tienangguan History Compilation.The words are slightly combined, and the records can be seen in Zhulian.
The Eight Dynasties view the rise and fall, and the Three Tangs distinguish and trace back.Pull a glimpse of Yuling beetle, next to Nuo Gaoxuan.
Flowers and plants are picked, and insects and fish like notes.The part is divided into A and B, and the government is miscellaneous.
After the remnant song returns to the wind, the new makeup falls before the moon.The lamps and lanterns of blue cream continue, and the pen bed of emerald feathers hangs.
The doctor is ashamed of the kitchen, and the child is ashamed of the engraving.Yaoguang is pregnant in the morning, jade is born in the night, and Xuan is born in the night.
Longshui should be connected, Tangshan can be connected.Poems weaving silk are good for themselves, and you are good at making Sufu.
Jinshangwen replied, and the characters on the plate were graceful.Qingwen tastes full of boxes, and each new chapter is made.
The peonies are bright, and the hibiscus is fresh.Praise the pepper is good, but what is the fault of chanting the tree?
The prose is passed down to the country, and the poems describe the ancestors.Picking apples and new algae, planting willows and old wind and smoke.
The characters and feet are in Yuanhe, and the literary heart and music are parallel.Thousands of mica paper, small huanhua paper.
Chant Zhu Louben, seal the title Chido Trent.The wind is different and the birth is different, and it is taught to be beautiful.
The song is poorly divided, and the song is wonderful.Play the flute to win the girl, and cooperate with Li Jiazhuan.
Painting Duodan ointment is wonderful, Qin knows intermittent strings.Slender waist should be bowed in autumn.Weak bones are called swings.
Young people laugh at throwing pots, and people are crazy about fighting for games.The eyebrows are trimmed and the green is far away, and the temples are thin and the cicadas are singing. Xiang Yueyi Fangkong.When the wind belt spins through.Traveling in the dust tastes silence, and the teeth of the clogs are white and shanshan.
Dancer's sleeves feel like flicking tassels, and bow shoes are bound with feet.Yingying is still jealous of shadows, and some of them will be moved.
Miaoli allures the country, dust falls on the market.It's really worthy of Chen Jiazhang, and it's a sweet spring for painting.
Willow sighs to break down, but Mi Wu regrets to abandon the donation.Xijia is very graceful, while Beili is noisy.
The nobles fight to get rid of the Tao, and the son learns to drop the whip.Welcome to the car with a thousand brocade tents, and lose one coin.
A hundred and two doors are pharynx, and two swords are dreaming and sleeping.The embankment is muddy and trampled upside down, and the water is about to fill up.
Jade in the bright and clean fire, single lotus in fragrant mud.Closing the door is like entering the Tao, intoxicated and wanting to escape Zen.
If you don't promise to buy it with dry gold, why should you smile.Nail the heart from doing evil, spit on the face to get rid of the gizzard, Bees and butterflies circle around, but Jin Shu carries them back.His name is Diao Wanyan, and he changes his bones to drink Minyu.
Let yourself ask for pampas grass, but in vain.When Xuan Che heard it, he was at a loss.
There is nothing wrong with this, and the pursuit of companionship is fruitful.At the beginning, I suspected that driving across the river was like a boat on a lake.
The list pulls the song heart to say, and the middle-class laughs.The wind in Jiangyuan is rustling, and the water in Luopu is murmuring.
The sparse shadows and new words are beautiful, and the worry-free house is biased.The Huayan is open with tortoise shells, and the beautiful seats are beautiful and immortal.
Silver candlelight is three to five, and gold is worth ten thousand.The wax flower urges the rabbits to breed, and the drums urge the birds to move.
The Faqu is played in trouble, and the mourning zither promotes the announcement of the pillars.Take a peek at Song Yu by step shaking, and donate the right to sheep.
The remaining incense powder on the pen, and the black book mixed with emerald tin.Green windows and moon cover, red candles with flowers.
Han's first reunion, Gao Su's death has already passed.It's also good to be condensed and angry, but it's pitiful to sit in the melt.
Thin sickness is like drinking wine, light cold is not broken.Qingchou is long and approximate, smiling and procrastinating.
The tea fire is idle in the house, and the incense burner is full of small courtyards.The sun is high and lazy, and the moon is bright and sleepless.
The color award is partial to look at, and the Tibetan lots make fists with each other.The flames around the screen are straight, and the laughter is round when sitting.
Shuo Qi removes the curtain foil, and the streamer feels the felt.We will have fun together, and we will discuss the spring together.
Did not ask the plum blossoms to laugh, but only heard the fire and trees burning, half the pond was deserted in spring, and the grass in the two temples was lush.
How dark is the soul of Nanpu, Dongshan is about to be firm.You should follow your voice and dare to accompany Lianxuan.
Affectionate Rong Tao Zhuo, micro-words trust Gan Zhen, Yang Zhi is now Wan Luan, Tao Ye is destined in the past.
Ba'an is lingering and farewell, while Zhangtai is easy to provoke.Pingting faces Guangmo, gracefully touches Qingchuan.
Who can draw charming eyebrows?What is waist fiber and scratching?The hidden crows rest in the nunnery, and the horses and vines are lingering.
Xu is afraid of sticky mud, and flowers are worried about letting the snow wilt.The fragrant dust and medicine are reduced, and spring illnesses are fried together.
The swallows go back to the nest, and the heart is called the tree cuckoo.Cherish the clothes and the warblers, and protect the pink butterflies.
Looking forward hand in hand, meditating on Mo Qian.Temporary tour is not Qikuo, Xiaobie is lingering.
The impromptu poem is bitter, and tears come out of the cup.The car in the city is full of reels, and the fate of Yuanpu is the same.
Go to the water and return to the incense seal, and return to the sail to stimulate the arrow string.Send worries quietly, and give tears to wrap Lianlian.
Greeting you with double oars, worrying about buckling alone.From now on, Wu Bang's dream has been by your side in the past and the past.