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Poems describing cranes

It's a dream year for Ouyang Yi to leave home.

Liu Shenxu's sentence returns to a dream like spring water, wandering around his hometown.

Xue Ying said that flowers stay in Vietnam, and the moon gives dreams back to Qin.

In Duan Chengshi's sentence, lice suddenly and violently hinder dreams, and insects are louder and louder.

Duan Chengshi thinks of nectar in his dream, but cherishes the lamp in his words.

Si Kongtu coolly clears the crane dream, and Lin Jing is a monk.

Zhao Wei said that the crane on Songdao returned to the letter, and the orange island was full of wind and dreams.

Xiong Jiao's sentence is tired of listening to singing birds. After waking up, he sweeps away the fallen flowers at the end of spring.

Meng Bin talked about a fairy bird, but he talked about dreams in the air. The Qing Dynasty didn't feel ashamed of himself.

Zhang Ziji's dream sentence "Heaven knows me and I remember him, so I can see him in a dream on earth.".

Li Pin's sentence only uses five words, which breaks his heart. (

. ("The Dream of the North").

Li Jingrang said that there are 1, households in Chengdu, which is a drop in the bucket. (See "A Dream in the North")

Juyuan Yang's sentence dreams of Yizhou with three knives and takes Liaocheng with one arrow. (See Chronicle below).

Lu Zhao's sentence dreams of the sun and the moon, and recalls the songs in the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See "Yuezhou Prefecture Records").

when Han Wo recalled his sleep for three times, his dream of spring was full of sleep. The exhibition can't get up, and the jade hairpin hangs its pillow.

In TanYongzhi's sentence, water and things are familiar with the world, and the dream of falling out of love is tired of dust and labor. ("Yi Monk")

Wu Bin's sentence did not leave the guest at his honeymoon, but the dream soul first went to Zhegu Village. ("Ci Jie Mu")

Ling Hu-chu's song "Harmony with the Army" Five poems of Hu Feng's thousand miles of surprise, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is even brighter. Even if I dream of returning home, I can still smell the traffic jam.

Two songs of Linghu Chu's Zaqu, Sauvignon Blanc, are on the dragon, and my dream is in my boudoir. Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty.

Linghu Chu's miscellaneous songs, two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, sleep in the spring, and the screen window is fascinated. In the hazy dream, Youzi is in western Liaoning.

*** Miscellaneous Songs Sixth, there is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul. Recently, the sound is exhausted, and I look at Junmen all day long.

*** Miscellaneous songs and lyrics Long-lived female clouds send rain to Kansai, and the wind spreads from Weibei to autumn. Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes them homesick.

*** Zaqu Songs Da 'an Music (Shang Diao Qu) is hard to shed tears, but it is easy to sell the residual jade. Go with the bright moon, and the dream is far away.

Wang Ji-ti's hotel wall ran out of bottles last night, and now the urn is open. Dream in a dream and come to the restaurant.

Zhang Wen's tears are endless, and the jade is easy to sell. If you go with the bright moon, Mo Dao dreams of a distant soul.

Song Zhiwen answered where Tian Zhengjun Mountain visited, and returned to Ilo later. Going to bed suddenly becomes a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain.

Song Zhiwen returned to Mengze in Lingnan in Jingzhou, and the sky was covered with clouds. Will also be heron feathers, re-enter the partridge group.

Zhang said that on the 9th, he entered cornus Mountain, and five poems celebrated the ninth festival in the evening, five thousand on the mountain. When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals.

Shen Ruyun's two poems about geese in always in my heart are hard to send, and it's hard to be sad and dreamy. May the lonely moon shine on Fubo camp.

After Zheng Gu Valley was separated, it stayed in the refined house after half a century in Western Shu ... Four rhymes to hang every thought and smell the pure words, and rainy nights to the meditation bed. I haven't seen you again, and the autumn lights shine in the cinema. The lonely cloud will eventually break the contract, and the thin official will be hurt. Dream around the long pine pagoda, burning a wick incense in the distance.

Xu Bin stayed at Jingshan Mountain for a night, and his relatives and friends met with differences between mountains and seas, so he stopped boating occasionally. Don't come to any limit, but there are no words when you meet. Sit forever in disbelief and dream, and feel anxious and anxious. It's easier to be famous than to be late, so it's time to go.

Xu Bin, Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, went to the west to recover from the east, so why meet him? Dream of Wu Yueshui, hate the deep Hunan and Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and the snow peaks before the stack. Who knows the old, pity you suddenly see capacity.

Cui Tu's topic is that a hermit in Songyang dreams for forty years, and his career refers to a hill. No one has lived together for a long time, and there are cranes to repair the ghost. Grass is mixed with fields, springs and stone pulp flow. It is even more disrespectful that the family tree is old, and it is suspected that it is autumn in the world.

The double Dai in Wushan Temple in Cui Tu is just like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country. Jiangshan is not the old owner, and sex is the predecessor. Dream-teller, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people. I don't know where it will be after thousands of years.

The hometown of Wei Lian, a scholar in Cui Tu in the Spring Festival Gala, should be full of flowers, but the dream of building a river is still incomplete. If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live one life. Te Li Jue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids. I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang' an.

Cui Tu's gathering with friends in the autumn evening has accumulated a lot of achievements, and the stars and frost are empty. I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returned on the moon, the poem became a guest dream. More smell of crane police, clear dew drops of pine.

Cui Tu gave a monk a grain break. When he heard that Zhong was alone, he didn't eat. What was more concerned? Quiet few people go to the hospital, idle from the grass to the top. There are no birds under the platform, and there are clouds buried on the stone road. In order to remember the old Zen, I still dream of a hundred cliffs.

Cui Tu's seclusion in the spring recalled that the old business in the south of the Yangtze River was constantly changing, so it was a relief. The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei calls it seclusion. Gradually familiar with the floating world, turn to recall the old mountain spring. The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should be born.

Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain and climbed out of Duan Lin. If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Gu Shuyun buried the old, and the monk window waterfall was cold. I don't think my heart is up to my expectations, so I dream of Chang 'an.

It's autumn night in Cui Tu, and it's time to go out. White happens not early, Qingyun goes late. Dreams are only about going to the country, and they can't trace him. To strengthen my way, I still have a clear conscience.

Han Wo left home in early August, the first trip to Qian Shan. There is only a dream in the face, but it is silent when you cry. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs. Self-pity is not knowledge, and embarrassment is a name.

Han Wo wants to get rid of the window language and make a new appointment. Always meet, only want to go. I hate endless books, and I am extremely suspicious. I am disappointed with Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it.

Wu Rong sent Master Guangli east to Zidian for a long time, and east to Haimen. Fu Rong knows that it is a dream, so don't be ecstasy. Early bird in the morning, cold into the apes. If the mountain is heavy, it should be old.

Wu Rong had a dream when the horizon of Tongguan set at the beginning of the month. The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official tour ends in bitterness, and the life experience is quiet. Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, and rushing with the clouds and pillows.

Wu Rong's butterflies are in love with each other, and the smoke in the South Garden is faint. When you live, you must live together, and when you fly, you must fly. The grass is shallow and worried, and the flowers are residual and cherish the evening glow. Long-term friends pick up fragrant women, and night dreams are far away.

Dai Siyan was unwilling to go when it rained on the river, and this situation was not free. Where the stars shine, wind and rain send cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves. Rustling is not over yet, so I will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.

Dai Siyan is stuck in the ancient battlefield where the sky is empty and the sky is boundless. Every spring, there is much snow, and the livelihood is in cattle and sheep. The cold corner blows tears from the countryside, and the dried elm falls into the dream bed. Never a tourist from the mountains and rivers, who is the fisherman?

Du Xunhe sent Chen Yun back to Machuan, Machuan, to the bottom, like entering Wuling River. The mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the birds sing in three spring. Wine flags and willows move, and the monk's house is in harmony with clouds. That is, this is my hometown road, and I am not fascinated by your dreams.

Du Xunhe's gift to the master in the temple, regardless of Zen and law, will eventually enter the enlightenment gate. If you solve the empty space, you will get nothing. The eyes are open and the dreams are floating, and the heart is the source of the road. Today, those who come to learn from the teacher are more likely to teach Chinese apes.

Du Xunhe sent Gu Yun to save the year before last, and it was in Pingzhou Hotel. It's hard to communicate with each other when we're separated. Although Hou Guobing has gathered, my hometown is empty. Qiu Lai recalled your dream and pursued Hong every night.

Du Xunhe voted for Assistant Minister Chang Pei at the end of winter, and it's hard to say. As soon as the home and mountain leave, the grass and trees turn to spring. Blowing dreams and windy days, crying and worrying about snow and yue apes. If you are full of thoughts, why are you far away from home?

Du Xunhe will visit Xianghu Lake, so he has to die. Far away as a southern guest, I first boarded the water boat. Yue Zhongsi's dream is cold, and Xiang Yue has few fragments. There is a return plan, and the storm is also every other year.

In the autumn morning in Du Xunhe, when the leaves of trees fall, travelers are startled by their first dreams. The clock is just resting on the pillow, and the matter has already happened. Yin hair doesn't grow black, and family friends don't have long-lasting feelings. And make a fair deal, and if you don't bear it, you will return to farming.

Mr. Zheng Zhun, the person who sent you to the border, didn't come for a long time, and he was dizzy and bright. The heart of the film is solved by divination, and the dream is shocked by the bridge. Holy ze is like a bait, and the battlefield will rest. When the cool breeze is for me, I will send the anvil sound one by one.

Wei Zhuang's anxiety comes again, and it's unforgettable. Sitting in the heart at night, frosting the temples. Without childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, He Xiang is a drunken hometown.

Wei Zhuang still has a lot of feelings about wine making friends sick, and he is self-centered. All floating life is a dream, and it is better to sigh than to sing. Snow is beautiful, clear and deep. If you leave the boss at random, you will get drunk and never touch your chin.

Wei Zhuang's worries in spring are full of hurt, and his hatred in spring is even longer. The dew is stained with tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fall more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams, and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moon is loose.

Nagato, Wang Zhenbai, complained about two lonely spring songs in the Forbidden City, and the remnants of the lamp still exist. I've never been a concubine, and occasionally I'm ungrateful. Flowers fall and hurt the temples, and warblers cry and wake the soul. If Cuihua can stay, she should avoid the old gate.

Wang Zhenbai is thoughtful (a work of Sauvignon Blanc). When the hibiscus comes out of the water, it will occasionally separate. Since then, there has been no reason to see, and the long-term education has been thinking. Can Chun does not fall asleep, and Fang Xin wants to spread it. Under the lonely autumn hall, I sing a small thank-you poem.

Bai Juyi wrote a few handwritten poems in Huangfuzezhou on the moonlit night in early winter. Because of the long sentence in the newspaper, there were two or three chapters, seven or eight lines of foil and silver hooks. The heart reports to the book one by one, and the dream finds its way around the sheep intestine. There are many bright moons in the south of the water, and the cold weather in the north of the mountain is full of early frost. I hate splashing new cooked wine, and I can't taste it in winter.

Bai Juyi went down to live in seclusion, and sent it to Hu Ling, Shannan. The "xianggong" has collected himself under the garden, and he still sends his name to Lushi Room. If you don't forge Ji Kang, you will be lazy and quiet, and if you don't have gold, you will be poorer and more idle. Branch the door to make a living, and refuse to return to the old. It's just that Xiang Jun has forgotten it, and when he thinks about Hanshui, he dreams of Bashan.

Bai Juyi wrote four lyrics for the emperor in a great line, which were written by Feng Yi and turned into the same track, showing a clear and even appearance, and the sense of grace and connection was bright. Although the emperor and the nine-year-old are auspicious dreams, long live the mountain call is an empty sound. The moon is low, and the ceremonial words are LAN Lu, and the wind leads the flute into Baicheng. The old sick dragon beard couldn't climb, and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty retired Fu the most seriously.

Bai Juyi dreams of traveling hand in hand at night, and tears are not collected in the morning. Zhangpu is old and sick for three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang return to autumn for eight times. You bury the mud under the spring and pin the bones, and I send snow all over the world. Ah Wei Han Lang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and didn't know.

Bai Juyi and Yang Liushang frequently send new poems, and many of them have the intention of thinking about leisure ... If you report it, you will be idle and drive away the old lady. A healthy and upright body should be gilded, and a high position should be called a white mustache. If you talk about the dust, but ask Yunxin at ease. It is a dream to advance and retreat, and there is no difference between the hills and the mountains.

Bai Juyi substituted poetry for books, and it was no accident that he admired Chao Shangshu's idea of sending a book. It was a bitter dream to be in the nymphs. I am willing to be a misty couple in the foolish valley, thinking about the fate of an empty door. Every shamed minister is concerned as soon as possible, and the self-pity layman is sick. I don't know if I can wait for my heart. My old school was in Jun 67.

Cui Xuanliang and Bai Letian (who were divided into the capital by the Prince) returned to Luoyang Head after their illness, wiping their eyes and opening their eyebrows to see the white marquis. Phoenix is afraid that you will go this year, and Longmen owes me an old trip. A few people sang in the same song, and paid tribute in front of several lamps. Relative memory of Liu Liu in the distance, cold night dreams of Changzhou.

Mourong traveled to Hangzhou in a thick place, and Jiang Village, where he wrote poems, fell temporarily in autumn, but Wen Jun traveled far and wide alone. In Zhejiang, the wind and smoke remind us of the ancient times, and the characters in Chu township are endowed with the stairs. The book Shen Hanyan is shadowed by clouds, and the dream bypasses the sorrow of the apes under the moon. It is better to miss my old friend for a long time than to lie in Cangzhou.

Mourong's seeing the guests off, the west wind blew cold through the mink and fur, and the rush did not stop. Sails take the setting sun over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou. When the wind is clear, you will be surprised by the homesickness, and when you hear the song under the lamp, don't worry. When you think of Hangzhou's prosperity, you should be separated from your worries before you respect it.

mou Rong has two thoughts: why do you leave your arms and dream frequently? You live in poverty and have no neighbors. Poetry is difficult to form a law because of rhyme, and wine is too worrying to care about the body. The old friends in the fundus are surprised at the old age, and the former Chinese hair is new with the times. After ten years of wandering like a ping trace, I once boarded a disappointed god.

Mourong Shao Gongmu scratched her head and heard some songs of Chu, brushed her clothes and went back to tears. I often want to hate it in the third spring, and I want to raise it like an inch of grass. Zhejiang water dreams are thousands of miles away, while Jiangsu and Taiwan are worried about white clouds. Sadness is unique to Huang Tangke, who sings about me several times in the breeze.

Mourong's guests are traveling in the mountains for a long time, and the cold window is cold and rainy at night. Floating pavilions, flowers and bamboos are frequent dreams, and it is half sorrow to leave the road. The grass is next to people, and the wine is empty. It's been a long time and I'm tired of going upstairs. A cup of wine is drunk before the bottle, so don't send lovesickness to get tired.

Mou Rong's freehand brushwork of two lonely and desolate houses closed the idle door, and the moss path was overcast with few traces. The white hair is crazy, the dust is broken, and the green carpet is falling. High mountains and flowing water, three lanes of piano, bright moon and cool breeze, a bottle of wine. Lying under the forest after drunkenness, there is no need to talk about honor and disgrace in this life.

Mourong saw Chen Heng off in the autumn. The scenery of the river was dark in the evening, and people left on the river to promote sailing. A thousand miles away, an official goes alone, and three creams are paid for ten years. The cloud is fascinated by the building and the family is far away, and the dream is long around Tongshan. There is no need to be sad and cold in the face of the wind. In ancient times, Bai Shou was still a lang.

Cai Jing's ode to Zigui has turned into a bird for thousands of years, and it is called Yuanlin to drive hentai away forever. Worrying about blood dripping flowers dying in spring, the moon floating in the waves is cold and light. Tears condensed into purple plug before the wind, shocking the heart in a dream of red mansions. Heartbroken Chu Ci can't be returned, and Jianmen handed it to Shu Jiang Shen.

Li Shen recalled that when he was drunk by a cow, there was no other guest, the cow went out to make a real pearl at night, and several people in Yancheng painted horns three times, and the banquet was golden and delicious all night. The silver candle sits in the corner and listens to midnight, and the spring breeze rises on the treasure Zheng feast. Wine features the old and shames the poor, and the new words feel the palace. As soon as Huaihai dispersed from the clouds and rain, it was all in a dream.

Twenty poems about Li Shen's new building, Wanghai Pavilion (the highest place in the middle of Wolong Mountain), the Wuying rabbit is far from the horizon, and the crane's back is loose and the threshold is low. The lake mirror sits in the corner to see that the box is full, and Haitao is born to distinguish the clouds. The evening haze is bright and the river sail is small, and the smoke tree is boundless and fascinating. Xiao suo's feelings are all dreams, and the grass should grow in nine days.

Twenty poems about Li Shen's new building: Water Temple, Yanbo Wild Temple, passing by, is a dream of a water country. There is a river and a moon in the clouds, and the tide passes through the island and the sea every day. Sit and watch the fish and birds float far away, and quietly see the balcony up and down. It is convenient to smell Daohua City, so you should only go to the Dragon Palace from here.

In the lonely net dust of incense lamps in Li Shen Jianxuan Cinema, the worry body must be empty. The dragon bowl has fallen and it can't rain, and the tiger bed still has hentai. There is no bubble floating in the centering pool, and the waving rock edge is dreamy. In the middle of the night, the pine nuts fall in the moonlight, just like listening to the law to serve the public.

Bao Rong's twelve peaks and mountains in Wushan nostalgic for the past are green and faint, and the stone fireworks and fog offend Rong Hui. Young Chu women are jealous of the old clouds, and the daytime gods are dreaming. The silver arrow darkens the night candle, and the pearl spring frequency dances the clothes. Who hurt Song Yu thousands of years later, left a green hill to distinguish right from wrong.

On the 9th, Bao Rong and his friends climbed mountains and trees, and the yellow autumn filled Sichuan, and the wind in cornus stood in front of them. A few times for the guests to celebrate the festival, I have seen who is a teenager. Frost newspaper clothing cold needle finger, wild goose surprised dream tears Chanjuan. It is rare to be drunk and happy in ancient times, and to leave the poor to pay for it.

Bao Rong sent a 17-year-old school book. Li Renxing, a scholar, was lucky last August, and there were four or five people in the pool. After a long trip to the moon, I was sad and dreamy, and I mistakenly entered Huaguang to laugh and recognize spring. First, go to the pavilion with the breeze, and then expect the autumn rain to cross Longjin. What's the reason for this day this year? The depression in shantou is bad for the sick.

Wang Chu sent Ye Xiucai to ride a jade dragon and carve a jade cage quickly, and the river beam returned to the light to collect clothes. The layer of ice rises near the dragon in spring, and Jiuzeyun flies alone. I miss my dream in Beishan, and I am rare to revisit Xiluo. Hanting dogs are close friends, and some days ago they drove back the crossbow.

at the beginning of Wang Chu, Wang Xiucai was sent to Chiyang, the governor of Wudu, Chizhou, to jump and carve saddles, and a hundred herbs were dried in a ten-mile pavilion. The clothes are covered with obstacles and the wind is fine, and the sword is light and snowy. In the sunny suburbs, the soul of the hometown is broken, and the trees are crying and dreaming. Host Xinglang of the South Pavilion, it's difficult to ask for directions when you shake your whip.

Wang Chu-zi and Shu Qiu-long flew obliquely to avoid Yi Hong, and the clouds were gloomy and the sky was empty. The night in the Han Palace is full of dew with two stems, and it is cool and cool with six scenes of wind. Xiang women can't help complaining about strings, and Equnxiang is hard to be poor by dreams. Two oars on the river bank even crossed the song, scaring away the swimming fish lotus leaves.

When Yin Yaofan's cold night is cloudy and Leng Jiang's sky is empty, the shadow of bamboo and plum blossoms is uneven. It's early for a chicken to wake up in the morning, and late for a cold city. The personnel are in trouble, and the heavenly heart moves silently. Who cleans up the poor and the disabled, and the eyes are happy.

Yin Yaofan boarded the Phoenix Terrace and looked at Chang 'an on the Phoenix Terrace. The five-color palace robe was taken in Shui Han. The colored pen stays in calligraphy for ten years, and the Milky Way lies dry all night. Three mountains, birds and rivers, dusk,