Four-Seven Laws of Thousand Poems

In the first generation of Daming Palace, Jia went to the silver candle to face the sky, and the purple desert was long forbidden. At dawn in spring, a thousand weak willows hang around the lock. The sound of warblers swimming by the sword is accompanied by jade steps, and clothes share fragrance. The dyed king in the court of Bourne Fengchi.

In the morning, I went to Du Fu with Jia Sheren. After five nights, I missed Xiao Jian, and I was drunk for nine times in spring. Xiantao was warm with flags, dragons and snakes moved to the palace, and the wind was weak. Birds went to the palace, and the sleeves were full of poetic pearls. There were phoenix feathers on the beautiful pool of palm silk on earth.

Let's talk about Jia She's early report to the king for raising funds and bringing jade clothes for the guards of the dragon robes. Nine gates of heaven appeared in the palace, and the coats of many countries bowed down to the pearl crowns. The sun shone on the carved palms of giants, burned incense with the dragon robes under their arms, adjourned before the court, and returned to Fengchitou with a five-color decree.

Let's talk about Jia Sheren's crowing, the purple road is cold and dawn, the Suzaku song, the top of the court is dyed in April, the golden gate is ringing in the morning, several doors are open, the jade steps float thousands of officials, the flower coat is falling, the willow flag is exposed, and a guest sings about spring scenery on the lake alone.

On the Yuan Dynasty, Cai Xiang should build. At the top of the list, there are thousands of peaks and treasures. At the end of that door, Fang Xi's trip to Cui Hua Chen Lin was not a three-yuan one-night pleasure, but a spiritual connection with everyone. Leave this night in the sky. Chunyin should know Tsinghua like the back of his hand and wish him love and affection for more than 40 years.

Shangyuan wants to make the snow disappear, the moon is full, Sendai is full of candles, and the balcony is full of treasures. Fan out the double phoenix clouds, help sail down the Six Aos Sea, ride the mountain, meet the spring wine in Beijing, touch the weekly banquet, make people happy, and the king will return to the Summer Purple Cup.

Pray for the divine spring, and merchants such as the Lord and the good immortal will start business. The mountain range on the side of Han Yunshan is like a sound. Drinking is not allowed in Fengling Lake. Longchuan makeup building is Cui Sapporo, teaching Chun to live in a dance pavilion. Jinpu borrowed Japanese hangers to come here, saying it was a happy occasion to offer his birthday.

There is no doubt about the Spring Breeze written by Yuan Zhen Ouyang Xiu. In the mountain city in February, there are no flowers, no snow and no branches. There are oranges, frozen thunder and scared bamboo shoots. They want to sprout at night, and geese want to spend the New Year.

Shao Yong has good flowers on his head and in the wine cellar. Two generations of peace and prosperity in the four dynasties, strong and healthy, just happened to be the season when Fang Fei wine culvert and flower shadow were red, and they struggled not to get drunk in front of flowers.

It means that Yan Shu's oil-filled car is no longer in the gorge, and there is no cloud. The pear flower garden in the west and east melts the moon, and the catkins in the pool are breezy. After several days of loneliness and injury, there is a bleak smoking ban. Why send fish books?

Cold food book Zhao Ding was silent. In Chai Men Village, Liu Ji Nianhua was also taught to ban smoking. He also brought Pang's hometown Hanlie, where there is no wheat or rice, and there is a pear flower in the wild path of the mountain stream. He actually played Twilight with moss above the city.

Qingming Huangtingjian Festival Qingming Peach Blossom Laughs Noda wasteland cemetery only produces mournful thunder. Earth-shattering dragons and snakes are dormant in the rain, and the native vegetation and soft people in the suburbs kneel for sacrifice. My concubine and wife are willing to be burned unfairly. Hou Xianyu has known who Artemisia annua is for thousands of years.

On Qingming Day, wine was used to sweep graves in the southern and northern hills of Gaozhu. The paper flew to dust, and the butterfly's tears were stained with blood. The sunset glow of cuckoo, the grave of fox, the laughter of children last night, and the wine of life must be drunk. Have you been to Jiuquan?

Traveling to the suburbs is a matter of course. When the wilderness is wild, it is spring, and the mountains are surrounded by blue mountains. It's messy and red, trapped in running water. Very advised me, afraid of romantic affairs. It's a fine sunny day, so I might as well travel and forget to come back.

Swing monk Hui Hong easel double scissors, emerald skirt fluttering in front of the small building of the spring play, mopping the floor and destroying jade people. The flowers in the sky are wet and wet with apricot rain, and the green smoke hangs obliquely. Calmly doubt that it is the immortality of the moon.

Qujiang (1) Du Fu's flowers bloom and fall, and the spring breeze floats, and he is anxious for thousands of flowers. Don't be tired and hurt, drink too much and get into your lips. On the river, there is a small hall, a nest, a jade garden, a high grave, a unicorn, and a refined push for physical enjoyment. Why use a floating name to trip this body?

Qujiang (II) Du Fu's Spring Dress for the Day Celebration. Every day, Jiangtou gets drunk and goes to the liquor debt. There is a life in an ordinary place. Since ancient times, he has seen some water and dragonflies flying slowly and enjoying the scenery together for a while.

The Yellow Crane Tower took the white clouds, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane will never come, and the white clouds will never fly without him. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear as water, Cao Fang, a parrot country, but I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting dark, and there is a sad mist on the river waves.

Travel, Huai, Cui, Tu, Shui, Hua, Xie, two heartless flowers, sent to the hometown of Butterfly Dream in Dongfeng, the azalea branch in Wan Li, the hometown on the third night of last month. After years of book movement, I can't go back to the temple, so I can't win the smoke scene in the five lakes.

A: Wuxi and Wei, we met in the flowers last time, and broke up in the flowers. Here, a year later, there were flowers again. However, you never know, spring only brought me sadness and fatigue. I was sick. I remembered my home in the country, and so many people were ashamed to take money. Because of your promise, how many times was it a full moon?

Jiangcun Dufuqing Jiangyi District Liu Baocun Changxiajiang Village is quiet and self-sufficient. Liang and are close. The old lady of seagull draws paper in the water, which is necessary for young children to knock the needle and make the hook sick. What else can he ask for?

In summer, Zhang Lei grew up in Xiajiang Village. The weather is sunny and sunny. Swallows have formed butterfly clothes, dried flowers, branches, cobwebs and silk. The sunlight in the corner is sparse, the moon shadow is noisy and the pillow is empty. The voice of Naxi is long, and the temples are like frost and snow, and I want to fish through this life.

The night rain in Wangchuan Wang Weilin stores rain, and the smoke comes slowly. Steamed millet (the word is grass head) flies over the secluded marsh, egrets fly, birds sing, trees and mountains in midsummer, and sunflower seeds are exposed under pine branches. Why should I surprise seagulls? Think about it.

Hsinchu roams the land and weaves hedges with thorns. I am willing to protect and cultivate the cold blue waves. I don't know how to solve the problem of sweeping the floor in the autumn wind and sunbathing in the afternoon. When I hear rustling, I will see shadows at first sight, leave leisure and want to come here often, but I still teach you everywhere.

Occasionally, Hao Cheng had nothing to do and slept soundly. The east window is red, and he looks at everything with pride. At four o'clock, he is happy to be with others. He is the hero in Metamorphosis.

Cousin talked about the old days, and Uncle Dou presented flowers to the party. There are flowers everywhere, and it's late at night, and it's raining slightly. I woke up very early and far away. Why do you cherish this book? The old days were bleak and inaudible. Children grew up in Japan, and their relatives and friends in the past were half withered. The Ming dynasty was a lonely boat. Don't worry about seeing He Qiao's wine curtain.

Wandering around the moon, the moon slopes around four, and there are hundreds of feet in the north. The autumn air has changed everything. It's cool to open the clouds in Shui Xin at night, and the springs under the forest are quiet. Everything is unprovoked, but everything is good and economical.

Qiu Xing (Part III) Du Fu, Qian Shan, Claire, Kuo, Zhao Hui and Ri Jiang Lou, sitting in Cuiwei Shinjuku Fisherman, also generally knew that Qiu Yanfei went to Kuang Heng to fight against fame and fame, and Liu Xiangchuan was contrary to his classmates and teenagers.

Qiu Xing (6) Du Fu's Penglai Palace Que was exposed to Nanshan, looking at Yaochi in the west, and descending to the Queen Mother in the east, full of letters. Guanyun moved to the end, and the palace mountain went around Longlin to know the holy face, lying on the Cangjiang River, and woke up several times later.

Qiu Xing (1) Du Fu's Yulu withers, Fenglin's Wushan Wuxia's Xiao Qi Senjiang waves surge, and the clouds stop flying. Yin Congju opened her eyes and shed tears. She was alone, and her hometown was full of cold clothes.

Qiu Xing (the seventh time) Du Fu, Kunming Chishui, Han Shigong, Wu Di Biao weaved the girl silk in his eyes. Jathyapple stone whale scales move in the autumn wind, the waves float, the meters sink, the clouds sink, the black dew falls, the cold lotus house falls pink, the sky is a bird path, and the rivers and lakes are full of fishermen

In "Moon Boat", Dai Fugu is full of bright moon and green water, without a trace of night wind. Poetry is ups and downs. In the shadow, the dream soul shakes and drags. In the sound, the stars are cold. Bitan water, red rock mourning, red wind, number of fishing lights, broken bridge on ancient shore, phoenix tree about to drip.

In the autumn of Chang 'an, Zhao Weiyun was bleak, the Han Palace was moving, and the death star in autumn was moving. Wild geese cross the flute, people lean against the building, purple flowers are half open, chrysanthemums are quiet, red clothes fall, lotus flowers are sad, and the bass is beautiful.

In the new autumn, Du Fu's fire cloud has not yet gathered its peak, and the pillow is shocked at first. In several bleak gardens, the cicadas in the solitary anvil are intermittent, and the moonlight shines high and low, and then the Golden Gate is dedicated to the night.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Puhao ascended to heaven, the mirror rose to the clouds, and the fairy was silent and evenly divided. The whole length is accompanied by clouds, and the sly rabbit drops its string, and the demon frog rests in front of its eyes. If you plan to join hands, just wait for the Milky Way to clear up.

On the 9 th, Lantian will drink Du Fu in his later years, sorrowing for autumn, and strengthening his self-esteem. Today, I will try my best to cut my hair short, blow my hat and laugh at others. Others are crowns, clear water, distant mountains, high peaks and cold peaks. I will know who is healthy and who is drunk next year. Take a closer look at dogwood

Land tourism in Qiu Si is for profit, and it will drive people away. Wandering in the Jianghu-Sha Ou's days are like years old, and he feels as drunk as a fiddler and rests on the anvil. He knocked on the deep alley, and the phoenix tree shook down his hometown. He wants to relax in autumn. His eyes are empty. He has a 100-foot building in Long Yuan.

In the words of Mr. Du Fu Jinli, a native of Zhushan, taro garden is not completely poor. I'm used to seeing guests and children. I like this food. Except for the bird taming autumn water, it is only four or five feet deep. Wild spirit is just sent by two or three people, Baisha Cuizhujiang Village, Chai Men Moonlight New.

Zhao Wei's family played the flute and painted intermittent sounds in the building, followed by intermittent wind. The sonorous "The Sky is Falling" and Leng Yue's "The Curtain Call", Xinglai, Sannong and Huan Zi were endowed with a song of Huai Marong. I don't know if people are here or empty.

Winter scenery: Liu Kezhuang sunny window, go to bed early, love to watch the sunrise, the autumn sound outside the bamboo is becoming more and more powerful, decorate a new warm pavilion to call children to iron old clothes, the leaves fall, the green wine is ripe, the oranges are cut, the yellow crabs are fat, and the chrysanthemums are full of flowers, which can be rewarded.

From Du Fu's small day, human resources urged the winter solstice to be sunny, and spring came again. Embroider five elements, add weak lines, blow six tubes, move fly ash ashore, wait for the wax to wash away the cold, plum clouds are different, and teach foreign teachers to cover the cup.

The mountain garden is full of beautiful flowers and fragrant flowers, and the customs are scattered throughout the small garden. The water is clear and shallow, fragrant and faint, and the frost birds want to peek first. If you know how to close your soul, you can sing a little, but you don't need a sandalwood sharing golden urn.

Since Han Yu wrote a letter, he played for nine days in the morning and descended to Chaoyang Road for eight thousand, which is a holy dynasty. He dared to refuse and cherished his old age. Where is the home of Qinling Mountains? I don't know if you came from far away, but you should have collected my bones by the river on purpose.

The trace of RoyceWong's "Biography of Emotion" outlines Ling Du's poem (Ridge Bird) (Lingbird), which broke the voice of thousands of miles, and died of wine in Andeshan for thousands of days until peace.

After ten years of seclusion, Chen Lu returned to the world of mortals, looking back at the green hills, dreaming frequently, fighting wits and fighting bravely, and never waking up. Although Zhumen is rich, it is better to be poor and worried, to smell swords and halberds, to help the Lord in times of crisis, to listen to songs and sing, to intoxicate people with old books, and to return to the old flowers and birds.

At that time, the World Bank gave it to Du Xunhe, a Mrs. Tian and a husband. Her hair was burned to her temples because the soldiers made disorderly defense on her linen skirt. If the countryside is deserted, you still have to pay taxes. When picking wild vegetables, boiling roots, chopping raw firewood and burning leaves, it is the deepest part of the mountain, and the levy is inevitable.

Seeing the frost falling in Zhuquan, Shi Tian, and the sparse in Liu Ying, Chicheng, I gave a courtesy to see off guests in Poyang Lake, with golden armor and thunder, red brocade wrapped in the sun and the moon, walking in the sky, riding on a crane, sleeping on earth, and solved my twin troubles. I ran back to Xianfu to ask if the flat peaches were ripe.

General Mao bowen was sent to Zhu Houzong for the southern expedition, with courage, waist, autumn waters, Yanling knives, wind, drums, mountains, rivers, lightning, flags, the sun and the moon, the sky is high, Kirin and the hole where insects can escape. When I return to Japan, I will unbutton my shirt with my husband.