So good.
Text/dream bamboo
If the heart is gone, can it be round? The accompanying thoughts reveal the vicissitudes of life in the rise. Close your eyes, the night is so quiet, and the wet sound flows from your left finger to your right hand. A rain, a wet word; A song, a Mo Chi. I was so old when I was young. Missed the ancient meaning of Chang 'an, missed the flowering period of Luoyang, strung up the bead curtain of memory, wandering on the title page, those sincere feelings, those warmest scenery, all touched the heartstrings. The initial holiness, like a bunch of happy flowers, fragrance is not far away, love is in the lips, in a shallow pool, strung into summer flowers, slowly picked up. The faint fragrance is willful from deep to shallow in the palm of your hand.
Beautiful spring, high curative value and golden wind, who did you give your love to? Those worldly fetters refuse to grow old anyway. In the end, the story of the south of the city is dusty and dusty. Life is like a black hole that can't see my fingers, but there is only a thousand years of love. Perhaps life is built on sadness. Even if you look up at it from a 45-degree angle, you will miss nothing more than the floating clouds blowing like snow, the taste of brew tea on earth, and the empty mountain people looking back at the plum blossoms. Qian Fan's graceful and restrained, from hot to cold, is like an armchair strategist. Love and separation go hand in hand.
It's better to walk barefoot in a poem, divide the moon in half, give it half and give it half to me, and love it as always, regardless of sickness or wealth. Let the white phoenix hair pins between the temples stagger like a crescent moon. Then insert the hairpin phoenix and write acacia. Don't forget the spring scenery with low eyebrows, and the flowers always bloom among the white clouds. The spring breeze finds common things in ten miles, and does not teach parrots to parrot. Since there is no end in sight, don't let your heart be empty and thin, just be content with the fate given by life.
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-step rhyme and dream bamboo
Yu He Coco
On a green sunny day, red, orange, yellow and purple rain produces smoke.
A small pond was built, and it was full of flowers in summer.
Happy. Butterflies linger. Flying, intoxicated in the flowers.
The lovers in the shade are silent and happy.
Birds are not as good as wings, and the world of mortals is tied together. We are destined to meet.
In the prime of life, where is the grass, there are no horses and chariots.
The bright moon covered the fleeting time. The hourglass counts, the sleeves are long.
Outside the window lattice, in the dead of night, the old tree becomes immortal.
Dianxianglian rolls a thread to soothe the nerves and soak the string.
Think carefully about the wall, cross the mud pill, and appreciate the words of awakening the world.
I have been dating for three years in a row. Do you remember Meng Huo's soup and rice?
How can I solve my infatuation? I have a beautiful face on the way to the grave.
Forgetting Sichuan unforgettable book, the word keeps birds, which means blue and white.
Dream nirvana, break the ceremony. Read the joke, and the bell and drum pass by.
For an instant, the spring is chilly. Suddenly realize, smile and bathe the crown.
Refers to the fly key, fill in words and make sentences, and change the pole.
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Qi family is so convenient.
Zhu Meng
The weather is sunny, the pond is green and Ruyan Liu.
Yuexiu martial arts and scenery can be sold in time.
Still. Say lingering. China is always among the white clouds.
Don't forget to look forward to your eyes, how can you live up to that kind of entertainment?
Flowers are called butterflies and people are called green eyes. Who is in the poem?
Write that winter is cold, Yinger is worried about the end of spring, and the pen is dyed.
Clean the house and read music every year. When you leave home, the birds are flapping their wings around the corner.
I am reserved, like jade, and like a plum fairy in my bones.
Learn the lotus. Sit and watch the moon shadow, ups and downs, and slowly adjust the strings.
The well is deep and the alley is small, and the coated paper is full of gold mud.
* * * Go to a colleague's appointment, and Wen Jun sells wine and cooks words.
Or there is a flat chapter, expecting you to know me and beauty.
This time, I began to believe in family, drunk and helped my sleeve, overflowing with glass lamps.
I miss you. Why did you part? Call Zigui and the news will come.
What is even more frightening is that the old crow is cold. Epiphany, the past is not a crown.
It's late in the morning when the cover is transported and the east bed is flat.
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Thoughts on Qi's Visit to Historical Hometown
The mountain is high and the road is wide-the sublimity of personality
Blue sky, mountain flowers and flowing water.
Orange-green, orange-yellow and cinnamon maple trees dyed the porch of the courtyard red.
Happy, looking at Guan, a thousand rice waves cigarettes.
Children are chasing butterflies, and aunts are picking lotus flowers by the water.
The White Pagoda perched on the crane, and Wu Peng moored on the shore, watching the wild herons distract their joy.
Zhu Luo is far away, singing autumn colors, and poetry and painting are still there. ?
There are many lights on the river bank, warblers, birds and magpies sing late, and drinking is more leisurely.
The sky is silent, the Pu River is shallow, and Yue Nv is Chanjuan.
Dancing lingering, waterside banquet, swaying and laughing.
This kind of scene, in imagination, has reappeared for thousands of years. ?
The scenery in my hometown is good, and the old look has changed.
Exploring the road and visiting the stone for a long time.
The waterscape of Huansha is blurred, and the emperor doesn't dream. Where can he find Gou Jian?
Looking at the present, mountains and rivers are like a picture scroll, chasing the past and passing away.
The dew is getting thicker, the air is refreshing and cold, the wine is slightly mellow, and the night is gone forever.
Qiao Yueting leaned against the railing and stayed up all night.
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Qi yinzhi
Yuan Sheng Bang (Zilin)
Count the winds. The princess smiled shyly.
Every pearl is round, and 300 people forget their worries.
Don't worry. Lingnan appreciation. Even the outline of the sky and a river float.
I'm full of red fruits, and I can't ask for anything more.
The south is intoxicated, the mountains are far away, and I look far away in my dreams.
Cicada chirps, frogs croak and bamboo sounds faint.
The stream rises and falls. The leaves are gloomy, and the birds whisper softly.
Leaves on Taoyuan Road are clear and crisp.
Mayflies. Life is too short to stay.
Occasionally it rains, and the piano is played on the tile house, and the grass is as clear as oil.
Yan Shimeng, Chang 'an Wan Li, is congenial to the trotters.
Just smile at the Iraqi, for fear that she will haggard and lock her eyebrows.
The world is a disaster, and the emperor is an excuse. Color is an ecstasy.
Looking at the white clouds, who can make them together or apart? Hang the moon mirror and shine high in the spring and autumn.
Running day and night, the metabolism is endless. Happy tonight, delicious belly pocket.
Drunk with Dongpo, Gan Kun is not old, Yixing flies gulls.
Qi family is so convenient.
—— Mr. Buyun Zhu Meng
creek
A sunny day. The early summer in Xiudian is like smoke.
Bright and golden, painted buildings will catch up with the times.
Happy. The scenery is continuous. Clouds cut brocade and blue waves ripple.
Zanhua lit a crimson song fan to make people and things happy.
Don't look at your eyes at the gateway of Jinghua. It's colorful around four o'clock.
Mr. and Mrs. Zheng Hong Zhuohe, the new game rhymes, dipped in ink and preached.
Get drunk sooner or later. As time goes by, Yixing is also charming.
I am interested in reading and writing. I am like a fairy.
Like a lotus. Keep quiet every day, Bing Xin looks at the moon and enjoys the string pulling.
Vulgar people don't pollute, it's difficult to pollute, and they don't talk about chores.
Old friends often get together, review the past and have fun.
Forget gloom and loss and smile a few times.
I found bamboo bones and plum blossoms, full of confidence, and sang green onions.
Like to travel, happy and sad. Visit places of interest and wonderful legends.
Leaking like an arrow, frost and cold are hard to solve. I gradually realized that I was furious.
Learn from the scriptures, be self-disciplined, be diligent and prudent, and make further progress.
Knight, that's good.
Teacher Yi Yun Zhu Meng.
Zijin guangying
Write to the cloud and give your fist wholeheartedly.
A pen dipped in Linxi is like running water drinking spring water.
Fresh. Make waves. Just take two or three thousand.
It's hard to calculate how many dreams linger.
Also sigh the autumn rain, but pity the winter snow, and wait for the flowers to bloom and the moon to fall.
Send a willow, oriole and wild goose to the shore of the pond, the native land.
Bold and graceful. You can make wine in seven steps.
Obsessed, beautiful, next to Ye Zi. Have fun.
Sending pleasure to this, Acacia dared not ask, tears streaming down her face.
I want to sing early, want to be a singer, and say something cold.
Borrow Dongpo directly, mango shoes and bamboo sticks are really immortal.
Or listen to the company's drums and trumpets to meet Chen Hu's rebellion and run to the crown.
Originally a man, laugh heartily and don't complain about gains and losses.
If you miss parting, it will be deep and shallow. Looking back, it is still difficult.
It's better to save the small print lightly. The scenery is beautiful when you wake up.
In the thatched cottage, simple refreshments and light rice, smoke curled up.
Qi family is so convenient.
Confucian scholar
Grain raising day. The new leaves in the lotus pond are smoky green.
Looking at Liancheng, I caught a glimpse of the staff recalling the Chinese New Year.
By the stream. Herons fly with wings. Nanming Lake is leisurely and comfortable.
Sail to enjoy the sea and meet Qingpu Entertainment.
The breeze helps the willows, and the green boat docks. Who will make the strings at this time?
Nai time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and profound articles are full.
Couples come and go together. The lights are dim and the wine is depressed for no reason.
Share joys and sorrows, go through hardships and resist rumors.
Dreams and souls. Echoing each other, the mocking song is delicious, just like a fairy.
Fitness trails, stop and go, feel the running water.
Throwing red beans on the other side makes my heart turn and I miss the past.
Don't take the beautiful scenery, let the waves keep you company and have a good sleep.
This time, the original intention was to behave yourself and get drunk on the vegetation to pay tribute to Zhao Jun's resentment.
I miss Qinyuan for fear of Penglai chaos. I am particularly afraid of the old root of that branch.
Tears are hazy and lingering. Gradually enlightened and examined to a more critical degree.
Look at the world of mortals, the clouds cover the mountains, and the sound is heard.
Qide Mochou Lake
—— Mr. Buyun Zhu Meng
Seventy-year-old Aiko
Sunny day, Ruyan Liu near Ershui Pavilion.
Blue waves rippling, Xiao He is still young and fresh.
Xuanran. It means lingering Frost stood in the middle.
A team of koi fish swam around, and the old man was childish and amused himself.
Azadirachta indica flowers are purple, Sha Ting grass is lush, and pink calamus yellow stains the edge of the rock.
Lead poets to sing, singers to sigh, and writers to preach.
I live in Taizu every year.
Winning chess is in sight, and "Long live" is like a dragon.
The height of the building is lifelike, and it is proud of the gods.
Caring for lotus. Moonlit night, green leaves blowing with the wind, if plucked.
Feng Ming ears, birds whistling in the jungle, Guo Guo confidence.
Mochow next door taught her son to cook words for dinner.
Silkworm babies are eager to learn from an early age and are willing to collect medicines with their father to save face.
Sell your body to bury your father Liu Jia, adopt sons and daughters, and love glass lamps.
Pity the disaster, and the stick scared Yang away. Double suicide, chastity is passed down from generation to generation.
I'm afraid it is cold. Gradually understand that morality is the best.
When summer comes and winter comes, the scenery is pale green.