At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money. -Tang Wei Zhuang's Chang 'an Tomb-Sweeping Day.
2, sheep urine grass sand, the weather is as clear as a cave.
A pen becomes a parrot's gift, and an orange fountain is needed to wash the flowers.
It will be a year before you leave the world.
I'm afraid I just have nothing to do and get drunk and fight for it. -Tang Fanggan's "To Chu Shi, the Prince of China"
3. Dance in front of Shuige. Sandy Cao, Wu Wu Feng.
The situation is flat and flying like a porch. A mirror bends the embankment and ten thousand pills jump in the rain. -Tang Du Mu's Chizhou Water Pavilion
4. The south wind smells the grass in the sand, and the wonderful sound returns to the clear string.
The teaching of swinging is from nature and prosperity. -Song Zhangsheng's Dream Shun's Father's Song
5, Mai Xiucao Sandy, you have a good sleep. The ape bird didn't get up, and the cloud was born on the ridge.
Swallows go to Dun, and Zhilang lives in Zen for a long time. It's been almost 20 years since Lin Zhong said goodbye. -Don Li Duan's "Send Often"
2. About Sandy's poem "From Longshan to Xibao Zen Master"
Year: Tang Author: Liu Changqing
The former residence is declining, and spring grass is dying. As for the moon in the mountains, who listens to Shi Shangchun?
The night after the ape sings, the flowers bloom and see the fleeting time. Both staff and tin are idle, and they don't intend to meditate everywhere.
Give it to Changdang.
Year: Tang Author: Li Duan
Have a good sleep, sandy. The ape bird didn't get up, and the cloud was born on the ridge.
Swallows go to Dun, and Zhilang lives in Zen for a long time. It's been almost 20 years since Lin Zhong said goodbye.
Hua Tang guang cheng Yu blue sky
Year: Song Author: Zhao Changqing
Lake Ming Che, blue rain. Around the dike, the grass is sandy Dancing winds and willows want to tear cotton. Yiyiyan
It is still a spring breeze, and it is a pity to waste time and space. Between the cold pavilion and the blue cloud. The sleeves are stained.
A trip to Kasugano
Year: Tang Author: Wen
It began to rain on the golden dike in Xitang, and green grass opened in the sand.
The wild shore is bright and beautiful, and the famous frog in paddy field.
There are fluctuations in the mirror, but there is no wind floating on the stranger.
What happened? It is not easy to go home.
3. Poems or idioms about the word "Sandy" [Title Chizhou Agricultural Water Pavilion] Du Mu: Qi Sandy, purple orchid scenery is nothing.
[Meng Shun's father's song] Zhang Sheng: The south wind is fragrant, the grass is sand, and the sound is clear.
Teaching nature, bustling all my way, I think.
[Tang Changguan Yu Ruihua] Wu:
Shu Qi has a sandy jade heart, and the cave palace has been closed for a long time. It should take nine days for people to offer flowers at sunset.
Launching boat Huang tingjian
Always lead the immortal couple. Go to Qingyun No.7 Road. Dan forbidden the weak wind and heard the words of heaven at close range. Pleasure to meet you. Looks like a dragon.
Change, throw a shuttle wind and rain. A place really worth visiting. Go to the garden to find spring. Sandy likes grass. A few songs, KINOMOTO SAKURA.
Gather in peach blossoms. Yao zhaoju I wish you a long return, and your kindness is unbearable.
4. What is the poem describing "hand"? Li Hemei combs her hair. Xi Shi Meng Xiao cold, fragrant steamed bun half heavy.
The windlass croaked and sang jade, scaring Lotus to sleep on her new feet. Shuangluan River opened the mirror with autumn water light to solve the problem of standing in the mirror.
A string of fragrant silk disappears to the ground, and the jade hairpin falls silently. The hand is crow-colored and the jade is slippery.
The spring breeze is rotten and annoying, and it has no strength for eighteen years. Dressed as pE, not inclined, the cloud steps on the wild goose sand.
People don't say where to go, and the next step is to fold cherry blossoms. Joe's boasting and folding willows are poor and spring willows. When you climb and fold, you have no hands.
My ability rises and falls with this. Why should you stay alone for a long time? Du Muliu contains only one willow with smoke, which blows the ground and shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand. Where is the river in Wei Zhuang? It's misty and rainy, and it's late in the spring.
The willows are lush and covered with golden light, the bluestones are high and fragrant, and the water and light are harmonious. The feet of Qingge Temple are beautifully dressed in spring, and the clouds are light and the wind is light, and they are graceful like prostitutes.
Jiangdu Palace Que, Qing Huai Yue Ying Fan Lou, ancient and modern worries. The Spring Festival Evening is sunny and sunny, and Chengdu is full of flowers.
Killing tourists crazily, winning with jade whip and gold joy, going into battle lightly, and cherishing good times. Cui Mo advised Lin Qiong to drink, with delicate hands and weeping willows to brush his face.
When the bell and drum rang in the smoke, it was dusk and fascinating. Jin Pu, Miss Chun, embroidered with gold thread.
The fog is thin and the clouds are light, the flowers are deep and dark, and it is clear and rainy in the Chu and Qing Dynasties. Jade whip soul breaks the misty road, Yingying speaks, and looks at Wushan rain.
The incense dust faded away, and I looked at the green threshold red chamber in the distance, and my eyebrows were sad. Juyuan Yang sang a song about Baer Chanjuan, which is close to the stove in Zhu Jiang.
The guests went upstairs to see the water and invited Lang to roll the curtain to talk about flowers. It was dripping and wet, and the merchants in Badong hung many sails.
Autobiography mellow wine and tea, who returned the makeup to Cui moth. After sunset, when you turn on the light, be a furnace manager and be careful.
The moon sets and the stars pat, and the spring breeze shakes the willow in front of the window. Every year, northerners know more about Lv Yun.
Marrying without reason is less than leaving the five tombs, and leaving smoke hurts jade. Fairy Henning wore a willow shawl and a golden phoenix, and gently picked red beans with her hands.
Green moths are full of love, peach blossom cave, dream of Yao platform, and who is worried about * * * in a spring. The mouth of the cave is red in spring, and the fairy is sad.
Why doesn't Ruanlang come back? Lazy to burn gold, careless to seal jade, running peach blossoms are intermittent. Cui Huaibao recalled Jiangnan's lifelong wish to play the guzheng in music.
Close to the jade man, put a delicate voice on the silk skirt. I'm proud to die.
Guan Shanyue, Sasuke's eldest grandson, was sad and earnest, and he had to leave many guests. Where is the saddest thing? See the moon in the mountains.
What about Guan Yue? The origin is far and near. It starts with the mysterious rabbit plug and ends near the White Wolf River.
Suddenly recall Qin Lou woman, time should be * * *. My eyebrows are beautiful, but I still know how to hold hands.
Last year, according to peers, the wing was more complicated. Tonight, I am independent, I am conscious.
The sun is setting, and every night seems like yesterday. How to draw a curtain by embodying a standard?
At dawn, the wind is sad, and the geese don't fly. When will the garrison stop and return to the middle of the month?
George's broken willow is poor, and it will be embarrassing in the future. I can rise and fall with this, why alone for a long time?
Niu Qiao Bodhisattva's dance skirt is warm and fragrant, and the painted beams are full of surprises. Outside, willow flies, and Yu Lang hasn't come back yet.
Sorrow even tears, eyebrows cut spring mountains and green. The days are very long in spring in Liaoyang, Jinping.
Where Liu Hua flies, the warblers are ringing, and cars stand on the streets in spring. Jinfeng's small curtain was opened, and her face was full of waves and hatred.
It's hard to dream in a brothel tonight. If you win a sorrow, who will be together in the end?
Hosta is in a hurry in spring, and red apricots are crying. Looking at you upstairs, the window is bright and clean, and the rain has cleared up.
Smokers cover themselves with green quilts and embroider mandarin ducks to sleep. Where there are no acquaintances, I envy his first thrush.
The painting screen overlaps with Wu, and the Chu God still has the meaning of cloud. I feel deeply sorry for him every morning and evening.
Romantic today is separated from ancient times, and Qutang is empty. Mountains and moons shine on mountains and flowers, and dreams return to light and shadow.
The wind curtain swallows birds and sings willows, and the dresser lowers its hand. A heavy bun, a red peony hairpin.
In front of the door, cheerful guests, white horses hiss spring scenery. Therefore, if you fall into the golden whip, you will wear it later.
Goldfinches fly on the Lv Yun and frown at the thin smoke in spring. Cover the fragrant pavilion with hibiscus, and draw a few heavy Pingshan mountains.
The cold weather outside the window is about to dawn, and it is still concentric chicory. I asked Lang when he would come back.
Jade stove, ice basket, mandarin duck brocade, powder, incense, sweat, mountain pillow. Outside the curtain, the pulley sounded and the eyebrows smiled.
Liu Yin is misty, with low temples and cicadas. You must fool around all your life and do your best today.
Warbler, cicada, musk umbilical cord, light flowers and plants, light smoke fan of Hanako in Taning Mountain. ? In the war, the Palme d 'Or fell, and Cui Yun was low.
The stars smile at Xia's face, and the gold is covered with silver mud. Spring is halfway over, and the grass is tender and green.
The silver characters are cold and long, and the hydrological map is cold. Jade wrist is heavy, arm is gold, and clothes are light.
Try to warm your hands with fragrance several times. Once you taste the wine, your lips will glow. Pretend to play HongLing rope and hit Tan Lang.
Du Fu's fine lettuce in beginning of spring spring vegetables suddenly reminded him of two Beijing plums. Dish out the white jade in the halls, and hand in hand to send the moss.
The guests from afar in Ling Du were deeply moved by the eyes of the Han River in Wuxia. I don't know where to go, so I am looking for a poem.
Li Shimin went to Licheng in the morning and to the forest at dusk. Resignation is temporary, and the tree is still low.
It's hard to believe in the sun, you will be fascinated by the wind. Just wait for those slender hands and cry all night in the song.
General of Cen Can Yumenguan Beggars' Sect, General of Ge Jun Beggars' Sect, real husband. At the age of 30, he hugged Jin Wu, who was seven feet long and had a rather long beard.
Yumenguan City is lonely, and the yellow sand and white grass in Wan Li are withered. There is a dog army in the south and meets Hu in the north, and the armaments will be arrived.
Five thousand armored soldiers are bold, but the army has nothing to do but have fun. Warm house embroidered curtain red stove, woven into wall clothes.
In front of the lamp, the ladies-in-waiting sprinkled jade pots, and the gold clanged and ordered wild cakes. The purple ribbon and the gold medal are moving. They are just pale slaves.
Beauty is a pair of leisure capital with bright lips and eyebrows. Chinese odyssey, a pine tree, is happy to hear that Feng Jiang is a teenager today.
Pity is better than Qin Luofu, which makes you hesitate. Weeds embroider purple lolo, and red teeth lick horses.
The hand of the jade plate scattered into Lu, and everyone praised it for not losing it. If you are in high spirits, you will find that the price of peach blossoms is the most unusual.
Ride will hunt to the south corner of the city and shoot the Millennium fox on the twelfth day. I came to the Great Wall to store it by the side, and I will take the drunken leftovers away for you.
Drunk and fighting for wine, I suddenly remembered the old drinkers in Xianyang. Meng Haoran's work is a stone pool with a small edge on the sand bank.
If you try to fish with a bamboo pole, you will get a bad head. Beauty is better than gold, but hands are red and fresh.
Because of the folk history of Lu Xie, there is no way to spread soup. Ouyang Jiong and He Ming recalled their first meeting between flowers, and their faces were half covered with tea fragrance.
Gently turn pomegranate nepotism, so I will be fine and fine, and steal a pair of golden phoenix threads. Never put off till tomorrow what you can was locked up in the yard, but who knows the feelings of the two, and when did you teach them?
I like coming to Shuang Yan in spring, flying to Lou Yu and meeting day and night. Recalling the meeting between flowers in those years, I had to throw red beans with my hands.
People don't understand before, pass on their worries skillfully, don't come as usual, and bear the spring day alone. Robbie's clothes are embroidered with gold, and when he sees a pair of mandarin ducks, his tears are empty.
If you want to be younger for a long time, it will always be for Iraq, and you will only steal thin. Qin Taoyu brocade women's peach blossoms are becoming more and more novel, with mirrors and thrushes.
I'm afraid it's hard to make a horse out of a light shuttle. I don't want to be embarrassed. Cicada.