A few poems (or famous sentences from ancient Chinese) about the West Lake

Some are happy and some are sad?

The dawn outside the green poplar smoke is slightly cold, and the red apricot branches are full of spring.

Don’t let anyone praise you for your good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe.

A man with lofty ideals will not drink water from a stolen spring, and an honest man will not be fed by someone who complains about it.

God takes pity on the quiet grass, and the world is clear at night.

Hibiscus emerges from the clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed

I smile to the sky with my horizontal knife, leaving the liver and gallbladder intact.

The moon shines crookedly on Kyushu, some families are happy and some are sad

As time goes by, this hatred lasts forever.

Who by the river sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?

Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.

People today don’t see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients.

People in ancient times and today are like running water, even when you look at the bright moon.

I only wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden cup while singing and drinking.

With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

Born as a fairy cave, the infinite scenery is on the dangerous peak.

Many words make gold, but accumulation destroys bones.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.

The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of idle sorrow.

In the midst of strategizing, the victory can be won thousands of miles away.

It is better to retreat and build a net if you are envious of fish in the abyss.

My life has a limit, but my knowledge has no limit.

The article was created by nature, and it was acquired by chance.

A horse’s power can be seen through a long journey, and a person’s heart can be seen through time.

The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level.

A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.

The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition, and it can only wait for thousands of rivers and mountains.

The sons and daughters of China are full of ambitions and do not like red makeup but love armed weapons.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The east wind does not agree with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply.

Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.

No one has ever died since ancient times, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.

The ancients spared no effort in their knowledge, and only when they are young and old can they achieve success.

What you have learned on paper will eventually make you realize it, but you will definitely know that this matter must be carried out.

The shadow of the crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of the flower is buried in the cold moon.

The flying flowers reduce the spring, and the wind blows with thousands of points, which makes people sad. Once we go to Zitai and Shuo Desert, we will only leave the green tomb facing the dusk. You can laugh a few times in your life, but you have to get drunk when you meet in a drinking competition. A clump of dark flowers is a gift from ten households. The year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away. A line of letters brings a thousand lines of tears, is it so cold that you have no clothes at your side? With a cry of He Manzi, tears fell in front of you. He traveled six thousand miles to the country and died in the wilderness for twelve years. A branch of red dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are heartbreaking. I have been sleeping in Dongshan for thirty years, but I don’t know that books and swords are old and dusty. In a spring dream, the rain often floats, and the wind is full of dissatisfaction all day long. A letter is sent to the Nine Heavens in the morning, and is demoted to Chaoyang Road eight thousand in the evening. One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk. One general succeeds and ten thousand bones wither. Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee. A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. If you keep the book secret, Dongfeng will reveal it secretly. After ten years, I dreamed of Yangzhou and won the reputation of a brothel. Twenty-five strings play the moon at night, but the resentment flies back. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute? The spring breeze in February is like scissors. The eight-foot-long dragon's beard square brocade mattress, when the weather is not cold yet. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. There are several places where people are blowing pipes and sucking in the moonlight. Who is leaning against the sword in the white sky? When will my mind be so clear that I can have a hairspring a hundred feet long? Several times in this life, the past has been forgotten, but Yamagata is still pillowed in the cold current. Life is not about meeting each other, but it is like participating in business. Life is only suitable for death in Yangzhou, where the Zen wisdom mountain is bright and the tomb field is beautiful. When life is fulfilled, there is no time to worry, and you can drink fine wine and climb high buildings. There is no place in life where you don't stay away from the crowd, and it's a pity to be separated for a while in the world. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. In the mirror of life, in the screen of birds. It is easy for people to be happy and hateful when they are idle, but it is difficult to summon the soul from ancient times when the place is so different. Personnel affairs have generations, and exchanges have become ancient and modern. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red. Nine heavens open the palace, and the clothes of all nations pay homage to the evening. Today there are no fireflies in the rotting grass, but in ancient times there were curtains of crows in the weeping poplar trees. In the lower country, Wolong is empty and his master is in the sky. In the Central Plains, it is not up to anyone to get the deer. The husband did not say goodbye to his children, and Linqi shed tears on his clothes. A husband is not without tears, and he does not shed them during parting. Thousands of households and thousands of doors become weeds, only for the sake of a garden flower. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage. Thousands of miles of cold light creates snow, and the dawn on three sides stirs up dangerous signals. Thousands of valleys have towering trees, thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos. Beyond the blue sky and half-fallen three mountains, Bailuzhou is divided into a body of water. The three divisions are based on Yu's planning, and a feather in the sky will last forever. Three hundred years of dreaming together, where is the dragon plate in Zhongshan? In the third year of the flute, there was a moon in the mountains, and the wind was blowing in the grass and trees in front of the soldiers of all nations. In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains. Three visits frequently troubled the world's plans, and two dynasties opened the hearts of veterans. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Cao Cao... The road is like the blue sky, I can't get there alone. The desert is windy and dusty, the sun is dim, and the red flag is half-rolled out of the camp gate. The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river.

After all, the blue sky falls down to the yellow spring, and both places are nowhere to be seen. It rained all night in the mountains, and a hundred springs appeared among the trees. The mountain rises from the human face, and the clouds rise from the horse's head. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. The mountain flowers are like country cheeks, and the river fire is like flowing fireflies. The motherland was besieged by the surrounding mountains, and the lonely city was hit by the tide. The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building. The pine nuts are falling in the sky, and the lonely people should not be sleeping. After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves are all over the garden and the orioles are singing. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, and the snow-capped mountains are empty for horses. The sun is about to set over the mountains, and the water and clear sky are suitable. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. Xiao Lian's jade body lay across the night, and she had already reported to the Zhou army to enter Jinyang. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have been wiped out. Qianxun's iron chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag fell out of the stone. Thousands of villages and settlements are like cold food, with no people in sight but only flowers. Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers. After calling for a long time, he came out, holding the pipa and half covering his face. Long live the name, lonely things behind you. For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. The flying stream plummeted down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen into the sky. The heart of hometown is infinite, and a wild goose flies across the south tower. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to convey peace and security. The hair on the horse's fists is twitching, and the eagle's sleepy eyes are open in anticipation of the blue clouds. The Queen Mother's peach blossoms are red a thousand times, how many times has Pengzu Wu Xian died? Let's hold a banquet and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. Your work is as far away as it is ancient, but it is as close as it is thousands of miles away. The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the stars in the Three Gorges wavers. I never go far to find immortals in the Five Mountains, and I will spend my life traveling to famous mountains. The clouds whisper against the green wall, and the sound of the river flows over the white sand. The wild geese cut off Hu Tianyue by the clouds, and the sheep on the long mountain searched for grass smoke. The cloud light invades the tracks, and the green mountains blow people's clothes. There are two phoenix towers in the Imperial City of Yunli, and thousands of people are surrounded by spring trees in the rain. The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick. Where is Yun Heng's Qinling family? The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward. Yunxia rises above the sea, plum blossoms and willows cross the river in spring. There is no wind and cloud outside the fortress, and there is no night when the moon approaches the pass. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. Nothing can unite, and fireworks cannot be cut. Infinite drought, seedlings are about to dry up, and strange peaks are made in leisurely places. Who can see ruthlessness and hatred? The dew presses the smoke and cries of thousands of branches. Who can sink without mercy and hatred? When the moon is clear and the wind is clear, it is about to fall. The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment. Countless Sai Hongfei failed to save, and the autumn wind swept into the little Chanyu. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. Marry for no reason and get a golden son-in-law, but let him live up to the promise of early courtship. If you don't know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends. I don't see any hometown books, but I can only see the crescent moon and its eyebrows. Without seeing the Liaohai sea every year, where can the article weep for the autumn wind! No need to lean on the railing to look back, the seventy-five pavilions in my hometown. Not recognizing the hard work of farmers, arrogance tramples the green wheat to pieces. I don't know where I am blowing the mango pipe, and I am marching all night to see my hometown. I don’t know if the water blooms first, but I suspect it’s because of the lingering winter snow. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I don’t know what it’s like to be a rotten rat, but I guess the temptation is still lingering. There is no need to watch all the fish and dragon dramas, and finally send the king to anger and kill the teacher. There is no need to waste money and drink Ding Duhu, there are no heroes in the world. People of today love the ancients no less. One part of the world is a bright moonlit night, and two parts are Yangzhou. The gods are buried several times in the sky, and the sound and appearance will never be cut off. Green peaches are planted in the sky, and red apricots are planted in the clouds near the sun. Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward and returns straight to the north. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. The white cloud spring on Tianping Mountain is cloudless and the water is free. I am born with talent that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch Altair and Vega. If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old. The Milky Way drifts back to the stars at night, and the flowing clouds in Yinpu learn the sound of water. Although the world has changed, even if my heart is broken, it is not as much as hurting the spring spirit. The martyrs at the end of the world weep in vain, but the strong souls underground will bite their navels. There is no battle in the quiet place at the end of the world, and the strength of the soldiers is sold out by the light of the sun and the moon. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close. God's will is to pity the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night. Seeing the sword in the water of Ruoye River, I returned to the Ming Dynasty to serve the Monkey King. Although the young man is not a pen-throwing official, he still wants to ask for a long tassel in terms of merit. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. Young people should take care of their worries. It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult for him to meet you late. At dusk, the long pavilion is in deep sorrow, and a mournful song is sung amidst the smoke. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises. At the end of the day, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I go down to the west building. At dusk, the peaks are as green as dye, and the merchants say it is Ruzhou Mountain. Cows and cattle eat grass and don't touch each other, and officials and officials cut off their horns. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. When I sit on the steps of the hall, the fresh rain is abundant, and the branches of the banana leaves are fat. From then on, the gentle music can be heard through the quiet window, and the sound of the piano accompanies the scholar. I haven't looked for it for a long time under the moon, and my eyes have been sparse in seeing each other since ancient times. The moon is the brightness of my hometown. The Moon Rabbit is empty of medicine, but the hibiscus has become a salary. The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiang Feng, fishing fire, is facing melancholy. The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, and the pass is desolate and the journey is difficult. The wind contains green Xiaojuanjuanjuan, the rain brings the fragrance of red lotus root. The wind roared on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat. The wind is strong, the sky is high and the apes are mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong. The wind is warm, the sounds of birds are broken, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The long winds send autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. The bells of Changle are ringing outside the flowers, and the willow color of Longchi is deep in the rain. Everlasting hatred makes people's hearts worse than water, waiting for nothing to make waves. I can't find the spring of eternal regret, and I don't know where to turn. People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancient people. Today's people sneer at the spread of Fu, but they don't realize that the sages of the past are afraid of those who come after them. Today the mountains and rivers are weeping, and the sadness is not only the sadness of autumn. Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for now I will have a glass of wine to keep my spirits up.

Today, the sound of the Qiang flute has made our three armies burst into tears. The present and the past are connected, and the long song is nostalgic. Today, the county magistrate adds Zhu Fu, which is stained with the blood of living creatures. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn? Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen. This spring has passed again and again, when will it be time to look for the new year? The article is full of hatred and destiny, and the charm is delightful. I recall you far away in the Xiaoxiang month, and worry about listening to the ape's dreams. I want to ask Jian Sha when he comes to Yan, will he still go to Du Lingwu when he comes? The sadness of the heart is known, but the sadness is hard to describe. My heart is like a hundred flowers that have not yet bloomed, and are urged to bloom by spring every year. There is unlimited wine in Baling, and the drunkenness kills Dongting in autumn. How long can you get good things if you use color to serve others? The narcissus wants to go to the carp, and the hibiscus sheds many red tears in one night. The sound of water comes from the east to the city, and the mountains rise from the north to the palace. The flow of water does not compete, but it is too late to notice the clouds. I advise you not to use clear words, but to use clear words to avoid difficulties. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. I advise you to be drunk all day long, and the wine will not be buried in Liu Ling's grave! I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers are falling. The scenery of Jieshou does not treat each other, and the mulberry fields and blue sea will change in a moment. Stone veins, flowing water, springs dripping sand, ghost lamps like paint dotted with pine flowers. I don't know how much singing and dancing I can do, but the palace cook is only a thin waist. I'm not familiar with my aunt's eating habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first. He only takes fame and honor from his horse. He is truly a heroic husband. If fame, wealth and honor last forever, the Han River should also flow northwest. It's hard to be full because of the high price, and I hate the sound of wasting money in vain. I have never understood the kindness of Tibetan people, and I always talk about Xiang Si when I meet people everywhere. I have been loyal and mentor all my life, and I dare not sleep with you in tears. Pingyang's singing and dancing are newly favored, and the spring cold outside the curtain is bestowed with brocade robes. The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when the clothes are smashed and brushed on the anvil. At some time... The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. The jade face is not as bright as the color of a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun. The jade dew withered the maple forest, and the Wushan Gorge was desolate. Last year, I saw you farewell in the flowers. Today, it has been a year since the flowers bloomed. There is no trace of the coming and going, and the movement and breathing are like emotions. When I left, I was wearing a headband, but when I came back, my head was white and I was still guarding the border. There are no people walking through the ancient trees, and there is no clock in the deep mountains. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it. Dongfeng doesn't want to be with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply. The east wind blows away sorrow, but the spring day can make hatred grow longer. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, but the road is clear and sunny. The world does not know Dongfang Shuo, and the great hidden Jinmen is an immortal. People in the world need gold to make friends. If you don't have a lot of gold, your friendship won't be deep. There is no one who can clean his ears. Who knows about Yao and Zhi? The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. Things in the world are uncertain and difficult to predict, and spring sorrow makes me sleep alone. It's a pity that on the third night of September, the dew looks like pearls and the moon looks like a bow. The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream. Poor clothes and clothes, worried about the cold weather! It's a pity that I sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don't ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods. Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp. The rain is heavy in the low mountains, and the palm leaves and water are cool. The North Pole dynasty will never change, and the Western Mountain crown robbers will not invade each other. Let's borrow the moonlight in Dongting and buy wine on the boat beside the white clouds. After the war, the countryside was desolate, and the flesh and blood wandered on the road. He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Returning to the head and following the wild geese, I feel worried when I meet the severed ape. Looking for people from Luoyang, there are broken bells and trees in Guangling. Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years. If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor, but if you give birth to a boy, you will have to marry her neighbor. Clusters of chrysanthemums bloom in tears, and a lonely boat ties the heart of my hometown. Er Cao's body and name are both destroyed, and the eternal flow of rivers will not be wasted. The moonlight on the fairy palm passed by, and the lamp on the long gate dimmed and a few sounds came. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. He didn't have to escape his name, now he is half the king in the world. Birds go and birds come. In the scenery of mountains, people sing and cry in the sound of water. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead, the tung trees are withered, and the phoenixes are not coming. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing. The white clouds are still scattered, whose house will the bright moon fall? The white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops drop the autumn moon. If the sun does not shine on my sincerity, the country of Qi will have nothing to worry about. The sun rises from the earth and the Yellow River comes from the sky. The white water flows eastward at dusk, and the green mountains still cry. The white-headed palace maid is here, sitting around talking about Xuanzong. The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry. You have to indulge in drinking when you sing in the white song, and you can return to your hometown with the companion of youth. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. It is better to be a centurion than a scholar. I would rather be an idle guest in the universe than a person who steals salary from dry publications. I will always remember the rivers and lakes and return to my white hair. I want to return to heaven and earth and enter the boat. The sound of the trumpet sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night. Who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky? We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. There is nothing wrong with the Holy Dynasty, and there are few books of advice. If you meet Empress Chen underground, why should you ask about the flowers in the backyard again? I have been suffering for hundreds of years, but I have never found a close friend. ***You should shed tears when you look at the bright moon, and your heart will be in the same place all night long. Being rich is not expensive enough, and being poor is not sad enough. What happened to the fate of death? Pity the man who fell from the building in Jingu. The water in the mountain spring is clear, and the water in the mountain spring is turbid. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. If there are flowers, you must break them off. Don’t wait until there are no flowers. When I grow old, I don’t know how beautiful flowers are. When I am messy, I only feel that I am drunk and passionate. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. If Xi Shi conquers Wu and overthrows him, who will be the one who will overthrow Yue? A beautiful woman smiles and frowns, but an ugly girl is tired of imitating her. If I had known the tide and had faith, I would have married into the tide. The spring breeze blows the dream of hometown all night, and then chases the spring breeze to Luocheng. The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is not as good as rolling up the bead curtain. The spring breeze is infinitely full of Xiaoxiang flavor, but I am not free to pick apple blossoms.

If you don't recognize the spring breeze, what's the matter? The spring breeze knows how to avoid bitterness and does not send green willow branches. The spring breeze brings the whole country to cut the palace brocade, half of it is made of mud and half of it is made of sail. The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are so fast that I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray! The boat on the spring water is like sitting in the sky, and the old flowers are like looking in the mist. The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. Twinkle twinkling... When spring comes, there are peach blossoms and water everywhere, and I don't know where to find the source of fairyland. There are flying flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willow trees from falling. The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. The warriors are half dead in front of the army, but the beauties are still singing and dancing under the tent. The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves. The affectionate words of children and daughters, the grudges and grudges between you. The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky. Missing you is like the full moon, slowing down and shining brightly every night. My thoughts should be straight tonight, the cold rain and fragrant soul hang on the scholar. Looking at the flowers brings tears to my eyes, but I don’t like what the King of Chu said. Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. When Prime Minister Huang came back, he was dismissed from office and was named Shame Liu Shishi. The dream of his heavy quilt was broken in his old age, and the girl in the other tree was frightened last night. The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. The sword illuminates the sky and makes it blue. I believe it is difficult to travel in this world. As soon as Hou Men fell into the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on. The fragrance is sold in the southern country and all the beauties are gone, and the east wind is filled with resentment and there are many fragrant grasses. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold. The fragrant rice pecks at the remaining parrot grains, and the green parasol perches on the old phoenix branches. When I go up to the river tower alone, my thoughts are vague, the moonlight is like water and the sky is like water. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. Only eunuchs and tourists are frightened by new things. I only pity the people from Beijing who are running southward, unlike the water in the Xiangjiang River that flows northward. Where does the peach-growing Taoist priest go? Liu Lang, who was here before, is here again. The place where the spring rain sings leisurely in the autumn mountain, leaning against the temple buildings of Jiangnan Temple. The autumn wind blows thousands of miles across the land of hibiscus, and the dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village. The autumn wind didn't treat each other well and arrived at Luoyang City first. The autumn wind cannot blow away, but there is always love between the two. The autumn wind blows across the Wei River and leaves fall all over Chang'an. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. The ghosts in autumn graves sing Bao family poems, hating the blue of the earth for thousands of years. After the autumn grass leaves alone to find someone, the sun sets in the cold forest sky. I am a man who bends my bow and fights in battle. I once met Huamei in my dream. The trees in the garden don't know where the people are gone, but when spring comes, the old flowers still bloom. No one from the past will be seen before, no one from the future will be seen. In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night. The floating clouds can always cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad. After waking up, I didn't know that the bright moon was covered with flowers and beautiful people were supporting me. The life of a goddess was just a dream, and the life of my sister-in-law was originally a dream. The capital is covered with crowns, but this person is alone and haggard. Butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and dragonflies are flying in the water. The official affairs are restrained and the thoughts are desolate, half of spring is like autumn, and the mood turns to confusion. After the guests woke up late at night, they held red candles and admired the remaining flowers. Visiting talented people in Luoyang and becoming an exile in Jiangling. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. Beauty is like a flower in the clouds. The beauties are decorated with the seals of princes and kings, all of which come from the bottom of the waves in the sand. Fine wine in Chengdu is good for old age, and you will still be Zhuo Wenjun when you are young. You can reach the moon if you raise your hand, and there are no mountains when you move forward. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. The delicate child never leaves her knees, fearing that I will leave again. You can't eat in the Hualiu boxing game, but you can't eat when you are in a donkey's ambition. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who had marched thousands of miles away had not yet returned. Pearls and jade buy songs and smiles, and chaff nourishes talents. The guards were encamping in Taibaixi, and Hu Tianxiao was heard by the sound of the trumpet. Geng Geng's shadow was on the wall behind the broken lamp, and there was a faint sound of rain hitting the window. When drawing a bow, one should be strong, and when using an arrow, one should use a long one. Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei. To the kings Yao and Shun, and to make customs pure. The oriole cries like tears, which is the highest flower of wetness. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus slit to both sides of the face. Mo Xiangzun played the prelude "Flowers Falling", the cool breeze was only at the west end of the hall. Don't listen to the voices urging you to go to the boat. There are no boats in the shallows of Peach Creek. Don't laugh at the sons of the generals in Guanxi, and only think about poetry in Liangzhou. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. The bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away. The tung blossoms are thousands of miles away on the Danshan Road, and the young phoenix is ??clearer than the old phoenix. The osmanthus moon falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrant clouds float outside. When the miasma in Guiling comes, the clouds are like ink, and when spring comes out of Dongting, the water is like the sky. The peach leaves express love, the bamboo branches express resentment, the water flow is infinite, and the moon shines brightly. The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long. Where is the hole in the clear stream? The peach blossoms are falling like red rain. The peach blossoms chase the poplars and fall, and the yellow birds sometimes fly. The peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly disappear, and there is no other world than this world. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me! Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night. An earthworm shakes a big tree, which is ridiculous. The half-moon in Mount Emei is full of autumn, and the shadows are reflected in the water of Pingqiang River. The dawn moon temporarily flies high in the trees, and the autumn river is separated by several peaks to the west. The dawn corner is broken and broken, and the solitary lamp falls into pieces. To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first. If you don't talk about human affairs when meeting people, you are a person who has nothing to do in the human world. The iron horse and the cloud carving are all in the dust, and the Liuying high pressure and the Han palace spring. The lead cannot be discarded, and it will not return to the anvil. They are all full of joy, strong and full of joy, and want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. May I ask who is similar to the Han Palace? Poor Feiyan relies on her new makeup. The mountains are safe and you can look up to them, just to bow to the clear fragrance. Is it difficult to ask the hotel? The cold lamp is unique and amiable. Others mistakenly compared Yang Xiongzhai, and was too lazy to write "Explanation of Mockery". The books in Langyuan are all attached to cranes, and there are no trees or luan on the women's beds. She was too shy to blow her short hair back, but she was so beautiful that everyone else was wearing a crown. There are also guests from the south of the Yangtze River in this seat, so don’t sing partridges to the east wind.

There are drunken guests in the seats and sober guests. There are clear clouds and rain clouds on the river. The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the mountain can be seen in the mirror. There are hundreds of thousands of households in the seven miles of Liangzhou, and the barbarians can barely play the pipa.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.

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Collection of Ci Pai

Second Fragrance 97 Characters Erlang Shen 105 Characters Eight Tones Ganzhou 97 Characters

Sauvignon Blanc 36 words picking mulberries 44 words Cuilou Yin 101 words

Tao Lianzi 27 words point crimson lips 41 words Dielianhua 60 words Ding Fengbo 62 words Cave Fairy Song 83 words

< p> Gengluzi 46 words Licorice seed 47 words Guizhixiang 101 words Guo Qinlou 111 words

Huanxisha 42 words Huatangchun 47 words He Shengchao 49 words Hezhuan 61 words He Manzi 74 words

Yellow River Qingman 98 words to congratulate the groom 116 words

Reduced words Mulanhua 44 words Jintangdao 66 words Jiangchengzi 70 words

Langtaosha 54 words Linjiangxian 60 words Liting Yan 72 words Liuzhou Ge Tou 143 words

Sudden Mountain Stream 82 words Manjianghong 93 words Mantingfang 95 words Moyuer 116 words Maipitang 116 words

Nan Gezi 52 words Nan Xiangzi 56 words Nian Nujiao 100 words

Bu Suanzi 44 words Bodhisattva Man 44 words

Qing Ping Le 46 words Queqiao Immortal 56 words Qingyu Case 67 words Qinyuanchun 114 words

< p>Ru Meng Ling 33 characters

Sixteen Character Ling 16 characters Sheng Cha Zi 40 characters Expressing Heartfelt Feelings 45 characters Su Muzhe 62 characters Shui Tiao Ge Tou 95 characters

Shuang Shuang Yan 98 102 words of Shizhou Slowness, 102 words of Water Dragon Song

Make fun of 32 words of Taoyuan, recalling old friends, 48 ??words of Spreading across the Huanxi Sands, 48 ??words of Taichang Yin, 49 words of Walking on the Shasha, 58 words of Tang Duo

Tang Duo Ling 60 words, Tian Xianzi 68 words

Wuye Crying 36 words, Looking at the sea tide 107 words

Meeting happily 36 words Xijiang Yue 50 words Xiaochongshan 58 words Xie Chichun 66 words

Recalling Jiangnan 27 words Recalling Wang Sun 31 words Visiting Kinmen 45 words Recalling Qin E 46 words Poppy 56 words

Yi Luosuo 46 words Ruan Langgui 47 words One Dendrobium 57 words Yulouchun 56 words A Cut of Plum Blossoms 60 characters

Yu Jia Ao 62 characters A Cluster of Flowers 78 characters Yu Jie Xing 78 characters Yu Lin Ling 103 characters Yong Yu Le 104 characters

Zuihua Yin 52 characters Partridge Sky 55 The word Zhu Yingtai has nearly 77 words, day and night music, 98 words, candle shadow shaking red, 96 words

Rhythm poem format: Five Jue: The rips rise and the levels rise

The Five Rhythms: The rips rise and the levels rise

Qi Jue: The level rises and the level rises

The Seven Laws: The level rises and the level rises