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What happened to Chunhua Qiuyue? What do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, so my country couldn't bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade articles should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much can you worry about? Like a river flowing eastward. _ _ _ _ _ Li Yu has been home for forty years, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Longloulian in Fengge is an orphan, and Qiongzhi in Yushu is a cigarette. How many times have you known each other? Once they were classified as princes, Shen Yao and Pan killed time ... The most important thing was to hastily resign from the temple fair day, and the teaching workshop still played farewell songs. I cry for Gong E. Broken array > it rains outside the curtain, and the spring scenery fades. Se can't stand the cold in the cold. He didn't know he was a guest in his dream, but he was greedy in the morning. He is not leaning on the railing alone, he is boundless. It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone in spring, it is heaven and earth. _ _ Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. In the fishing market of water town, a wisp of solitary smoke is thin. The sky is magnificent and you can recognize the line from a distance. Who cares at this time of your life? _ _ In Wang Yucheng, the sky is green and the leaves are yellow, the autumn waves are boundless, and the waves are cold and the smoke is curling. The mountain reflects the sunset and the sky meets the water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is more outside. Homesickness, the pursuit of travel, unless you sleep soundly every night, the bright moon building is lonely. When wine enters sorrow, it turns into acacia tears. _ _ Fan Zhongyan leaves fragrance, the night is silent and cold. The real pearl curtain is empty, the sky is pale and the milky way hangs down. Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people grow thousands of miles. Worry has been drunk for no reason, the wine has not arrived, and the tears have become first. The residual light goes out, and the pillow is full of loneliness. They are all here for this matter, and they have no intention of avoiding it. On several occasions, thrush was reported to have a rest in Fang Fei. Cherish the spring and even fold the residual red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. No one can spend all the snow in Yongfeng Willow. If you don't pluck the strings, you can say that you have nothing to complain about. I can't help it when it's not old. The heart is like a double screen with Qian Qian knots inside. The night has passed, and the east window is not white. _ Chitose > When did Zhang Xian make Gao Huaiyuan poor? There is nothing like a strong feeling. Sorrow is confusing, and the east is even more foggy. Drifting away, the dust is constantly, where can I recognize the trace of Lang? The water in Shuangyuetan marsh is dissolved, and it is small and radial from north to south. After dusk, draw a ladder across the pavilion, and the moon curtain is still oblique. Think about it, it is better to have an affair than to marry Dongfeng. _ _ _&a bunch of flowers ><& lt water regulation >> After listening to wine several times, I woke up drunk at noon and worried. When shall I send Chunchun back? Looking in the mirror in the evening will hurt the scenery, and the past will be empty later. Sand rises on the poultry pond, and the moon breaks through the clouds to make a shadow. Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet first, and the moon is full of red. _ _ It was warm at first, but it was very cold, and then the wind and rain came. The courtyard porch is lonely and near Qingming, and the flowers are destroyed by wine. Last year, it got sick again. The wind on the roof woke up and the door was silent at night. It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. _ _ A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When does the sun set? Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone. _ _ _ Yan Shu has always been young and limited, easy to leave and easy to be fascinated, and there is no frequent speech at the banquet. It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers, and the falling flowers and storms will hurt spring even more. _ _ _ < Huanxisha > The path is red and sparse, with fragrant suburbs and green, and the high platform is shaded by trees. The spring breeze does not lift the ban to raise flowers, and the mist is fluttering on the pedestrian surface. The green leaves hide the warbler, the bamboo curtain separates the swallow, and the incense of the stove turns quietly. When I woke up from a sad dream, the sunset shone deeply in the yard. _ _ Lan Ju is sad, the smoke is blue, and the dew is crying. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know whether to stay or hate, and the light shines through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, the west wind withered trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked all over the world. I want to send colored stationery and rulers. I know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide. _ _ The ancestors left the pavilion to bid farewell, and the incense dust has left Judah. People live in the forest, and pedestrians follow the waves on the pavilion. Painting pavilions sell souls, high-rise buildings break souls, and sunset only sends waves far away. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts. _ _ Dongcheng gradually finds the scenery beautiful, full of wrinkles and waves to welcome guests. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Floating growth hates pleasure, is willing to love her daughter and smile lightly. He advised the sunset with a glass of wine, leaving a picture of dusk among the flowers. _ _ Song Qi's parting from sorrow is endless, and it comes at first sight. He embroidered people's minds, silently hung beads and dew, and sent the levy wheel with tears. The pavilion is long in the eyes, and the water is heavier and lonelier. But when he looked at the tower, he lost his eyes all day. He was fascinated. When he left the pond, he always wore a green and jealous skirt. He holds his hand when he walks. Feng > Xiao Yin

In the morning, the curtains were lightly frosted, and I tried plum makeup. Because of my hatred, I painted far away. Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, lingering fragrance, easy to get hurt. It is the most heartbreaking to fold the song first and smile back. _ _ How deep is Ouyang Xiu's courtyard? The willow trees pile up smoke, but the curtains are not heavy. Yule carved a saddle and swam around. Although the building was high, Zhangtai Road was not seen. March is stormy, the door is closed at dusk, and I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears asked the flowers for silence, and red flew over the swing. _ _ Who cares that leisure has been abandoned for a long time? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. I often get sick and drink before I finish spending every day, but I don't care if my face is thin in the mirror. Willow trees on the river bank are a new worry. What happens every year? The independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. _ _ Where have you been these days? I forgot to come back, but I didn't know that spring would be dusk. Let a hundred flowers blossom, and the car is tied to whose tree. Tears lean on the floor alone. Did you meet any strangers when Shuang Yan came? It aroused the catkin-like spring sorrow and was nowhere to be found in the long dream. _ _ Let's drink to Dongfeng, and * * * will hang Luocheng East calmly. At that time, we always worked hand in hand and walked through the fragrant bushes. We are in a hurry to get together, and it is endless. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who knows? _ _ _ < Langtaosha > Yunfei ranks first in Gansu. It is dusk by the river, and smoke and waves have been everywhere for a long time. When you look at the Guanhe River, clear and autumn, you can't stop staring at it. You can't come to Jingjing, Yingying Fairy, but it's hard not to be careful. There is no evidence to break the wild goose. Ran Ran flies down to Tingzhou, thinking of dragons. I thought to myself, at the beginning, how many meetings were held? I don't know when it started, but it was hard to get together and break up, and it turned into rain and hate clouds. It hinders the pursuit of travel. Every time I climb a mountain near the water, I am worried for a lifetime. I have been silent for a long time, but I still go downstairs. _ _ Liu Yong is cold and sad. He was late at the Changting, and the shower stopped as soon as it started. He didn't want to drink, but he missed the early Lanzhou boat. He held his hand and looked at him with tearful eyes, but he was speechless and choked up. He thought for thousands of miles. Twilight is heavy, ChuTianKuo. Affection hurts parting since ancient times, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out. Where did he wake up tonight? Yang Liuan \ Feng Xiao has a waning moon. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell? _ _ _ & ltYulinling > Alone in a dangerous building, the wind is thin, and I look forward to spring sorrow, and it is dark. Who can rely on silence in the afterglow of grass? I plan to get drunk and sing the right wine, which is strong and tasteless. Clothes are getting wider and wider, which will make people haggard for Iraq, and I won't regret it. _ _ _ < iris > Looking at the clouds and rain, I looked at Qiu Guang quietly. The bleak evening scene touched Song Yu's sadness. The water and wind are weak, the apples are old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. I feel sad. Where are the old friends? Unforgettable Vince's cocktail party, a few lonely moons, changing stars and changing frost repeatedly. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. I don't know where Xiaoxiang is! It is difficult to read Shuang Yan by a distant letter, which means to go home at dusk, look at each other in the dark, and the sun sets in the broken rainbow. _ _ _ In the bleak weather with frozen clouds, a boat left Zhu Jiang on impulse, crossed the valleys and rocks of Qian Shan and crossed the depths of the stream. Angry waves are dying, firewood is blowing, and business travelers are calling each other. Sailing and sailing, swallows fly over Nanpu. Looking at sparkling wine, clusters of smoke villages and rows of frost trees, the fisherman went home in the sunset. Night music > dreamed that the wind blew in from the window, and the cold lamp blew me out of breath. It's like waking up, smelling the empty steps, and the rain drops frequently at night. I've been studying for a long time, and I'm a stranger to this world. I am more tolerant of turning once happy encounters into sadness. I'm worried. I've been thinking about it. Deep in the bridal chamber, I drank songs several times to warm Yuanyang. Slow waves wash sand > Climbing solitary barricades is desolate, dangerous pavilions are wide open, and smoke houses are quiet. The rain falls on the neon lights and the wind blows on the sill, which is a little too hot in summer. Gradually, rather critical was surprised and cicadas were noisy late. This is the timing of vegetarian business. Looking at the scenery means thinking about the past, referring to the depths of God's Beijing, which is neither foggy nor smoky. New troubles are hard to get together. It's hard to stay high and win silence. Mazi Zhu >