Today, we have no choice but to meet temporarily, and we are forced to resent, and even hatred is calm.

The flowers are not endless, and the two hearts seem to be stirred.

The willows are stumbling on the spring breeze, and the wine wakes up and the dream is broken.

The heart is hazy, and you are just closed to the window.

Ponder the past to the ordinary, gamble on losing and winning boring things.

Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles of three watches. You can't go around the stairs alone.

People want to send their hearts to the bright moon, but unfortunately the moon outside the curtain is gloomy.

Bai Shou coaxed his wife to dream in the name, who knew that the dream woke up in the words.

The old mountain pine and bamboo are old companions, and now they are returning with newcomers.

I really want to tell my heart, but who knows that it is only because the string is broken.

Fu Yaoqin can't be comforted, especially when she leaves people.

The flowers on Mo are slowly returning, and Sijun makes people old.

Who has abandoned leisure for a long time, and is still melancholy.

On the willow embankment on the riverside, he abandoned his wife and children and took revenge.

The independent bridge is full of wind, and Yangguan Avenue welcomes newcomers.

The world is thin and cool, the people are warm, and the rain sends the dusk flowers to fall.

Xiaofeng Qiankun is full of tears, and he wants to write a monologue column.

It is unbearable for the peacock to fly southeast, and now the sick soul is swinging.

The cry is chilling and the night is cold, and I am afraid that people will ask and pretend to be happy.

The smiling body is like a floating cloud, and the heart is like a flying flotsam.

The breath is like a wisp of incense, hoping that Mo Yan will open his mouth to stay.

How can I cry when the lamp is half-dim, and the night is dark when the moon is half-bright.

The moon of Xiaoxiang is soaked in a thousand years, and the smoke of dreams contains eternal sorrow.

Don't use green silk to cut off the hair and cut off the intestinal flow.

——Splendid Fangfei 2018 6 12

Tobu looks at Yuhang. The sea of clouds is boundless. He became famous and returned to his hometown. Drunk laughter accompanied the public 30,000 times. There is no need to leave the lawsuit. Drinking bitterly never has a bowel. Tonight send back the cold lights, the river pond. The fallen sheep is surnamed Yang. ——Su Dongpo, "Nanxiangzi"

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu, "The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang"

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. ——Yuan Zhen, "Leaving Thoughts"

The wind and dust are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first. It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid that the Shuangxi boat will not be able to carry a lot of worries. A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured. The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs. Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is bleak. When will I go home and wash my robes? The silver word sheng tone, the heart word incense burning. The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

Wisdom will hurt, love is deep and longevity, strong is humiliation, humble gentleman, gentle as jade.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn, lightly dissolve Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building. Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

The end of the world is endless! They met, but they were in a hurry. Hand in hand with beautiful women, and tears are broken. How much is left in order to ask the east wind? Spring is in, with whom! Sui Dike water dissolves in March. Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong. Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. If you want to send a thousand tears of lovesickness, you can't flow it, Chu Jiangdong. ——Su Shi, "Jiangchengzi, Farewell Xuzhou"

This relationship should be a long-term stay, if you are ruthless, I will leave. - "Phoenix Prisoner"

I was not born, I was born old Jun hates me for being late, I hate Jun is born early Jun is born I am not born, I am old Hate not to be born at the same time, day by day and you are good I am not born, Jun is old I am away from the end of the world, I am separated from my cape I am born Jun is not born, Jun is old I am old Butterflies go to find flowers, perched on grass at night "Tang Dynasty Tongguan Kiln Porcelain Inscription Poem"

The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water surrounds them. There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world! The swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, and the beautiful woman in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed. - Su Shi, "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

If you watch the fire from the other side of the river for a lifetime, you will be stiff for half a lifetime.

Don't know how far and near you are, how desolate and boring it is. Gradually drifting away and gradually without books, the water is wide and the fish sink where to ask. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and the thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are hate. Therefore, the single pillow is found in the dream, and the dream is not a lamp and an ember. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Magnolia"

"Ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and now I will make soup for you. ——Liu Xiyi, "Child's Journey"

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ——Su Shi, "Jiang Chengzi"

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, falls in love with the floor, falls in love with the floor, and says sorrow for the new word. Now I know the taste of sorrow, I want to say that I will rest, I want to say that I will rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn. ——Xin Qiji, "Ugly Slave"

Tonight, the boat is in the middle of the stream. Today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince. Shame is good, not shameful. The heart was annoyed and unstoppable, and learned that the prince. The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king. "Yue Ren Song"

The water pattern treasure is long, and the good period of a thousand miles is rested overnight. Since then, he has no intention of loving the night, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon. ——Li Yi, "Writing Love"

Before the bottle, I plan to say the return date Before the words, the spring is swallowed miserably first, life is a lover, this hatred is not about the wind and the moon - Ouyang Xiu, "Jade House Spring"

The forest is broken, the mountains are bright and the bamboo is hidden, and the cicadas are decaying and the grass is a small pond. Turning over the blank birds from time to time, according to the water red fern fine fragrance. Outside the cottage, next to the ancient city, the cane quinoa slowly turns to the sun. Attentive last night three watch rain

Chapter 289: Who Breaks Whom Is the Gambling Contract?

Today, we have no choice but to meet temporarily, and we are forced to resent, and even hatred is calm.

The flowers are not endless, and the two hearts seem to be stirred.

The willows are stumbling on the spring breeze, and the wine wakes up and the dream is broken.

The heart is hazy, and you are just closed to the window.

Ponder the past to the ordinary, gamble on losing and winning boring things.

Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles of three watches. You can't go around the stairs alone.

People want to send their hearts to the bright moon, but unfortunately the moon outside the curtain is gloomy.

Bai Shou coaxed his wife to dream in the name, who knew that the dream woke up in the words.

The old mountain pine and bamboo are old companions, and now they are returning with newcomers.

I really want to tell my heart, but who knows that it is only because the string is broken.

Fu Yaoqin can't be comforted, especially when she leaves people.

The flowers on Mo are slowly returning, and Sijun makes people old.

Who has abandoned leisure for a long time, and is still melancholy.

On the willow embankment on the riverside, he abandoned his wife and children and took revenge.

The independent bridge is full of wind, and Yangguan Avenue welcomes newcomers.

The world is thin and cool, the people are warm, and the rain sends the dusk flowers to fall.

Xiaofeng Qiankun is full of tears, and he wants to write a monologue column.

It is unbearable for the peacock to fly southeast, and now the sick soul is swinging.

The cry is chilling and the night is cold, and I am afraid that people will ask and pretend to be happy.

The smiling body is like a floating cloud, and the heart is like a flying flotsam.

The breath is like a wisp of incense, hoping that Mo Yan will open his mouth to stay.

How can I cry when the lamp is half-dim, and the night is dark when the moon is half-bright.

The moon of Xiaoxiang is soaked in a thousand years, and the smoke of dreams contains eternal sorrow.

Don't use green silk to cut off the hair and cut off the intestinal flow. ——Han Shu, "Water"

28, Dongwu Wangyuhang. The sea of clouds is boundless. He became famous and returned to his hometown. Drunk laughter accompanied the public 30,000 times. There is no need to leave the lawsuit. Drinking bitterly never has a bowel. Tonight send back the cold lights, the river pond. The fallen sheep is surnamed Yang. ——Su Dongpo, "Nanxiangzi"

29. Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu, "The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang"

30. Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. ——Yuan Zhen, "Leaving Thoughts"

31. The wind and dust are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first. It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid that the Shuangxi boat will not be able to carry a lot of worries. A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured. The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs. Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is bleak. When will I go home and wash my robes? The silver word sheng tone, the heart word incense burning. The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

Wisdom will hurt, love is deep and longevity, strong is humiliation, humble gentleman, gentle as jade.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn, lightly dissolve Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building. Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

The end of the world is endless! They met, but they were in a hurry. Hand in hand with beautiful women, and tears are broken. How much is left in order to ask the east wind? Spring is in, with whom! Sui Dike water dissolves in March. Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong. Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. If you want to send a thousand tears of lovesickness, you can't flow it, Chu Jiangdong. ——Su Shi, "Jiangchengzi, Farewell Xuzhou"

This relationship should be a long-term stay, if you are ruthless, I will leave. - "Phoenix Prisoner"

I was not born, I was born old Jun hates me for being late, I hate Jun is born early Jun is born I am not born, I am old Hate not to be born at the same time, day by day and you are good I am not born, Jun is old I am away from the end of the world, I am separated from my cape I am born Jun is not born, Jun is old I am old Butterflies go to find flowers, perched on grass at night "Tang Dynasty Tongguan Kiln Porcelain Inscription Poem"

The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water surrounds them. There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world! The swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, and the beautiful woman in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed. - Su Shi, "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

If you watch the fire from the other side of the river for a lifetime, you will be stiff for half a lifetime.

Don't know how far and near you are, how desolate and boring it is. Gradually drifting away and gradually without books, the water is wide and the fish sink where to ask. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and the thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are hate. Therefore, the single pillow is found in the dream, and the dream is not a lamp and an ember. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Magnolia"

"Ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and now I will make soup for you. ——Liu Xiyi, "Child's Journey"

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ——Su Shi, "Jiang Chengzi"

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, falls in love with the floor, falls in love with the floor, and says sorrow for the new word. Now I know the taste of sorrow, I want to say that I will rest, I want to say that I will rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn. ——Xin Qiji, "Ugly Slave"

Tonight, the boat is in the middle of the stream. Today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince. Shame is good, not shameful. The heart was annoyed and unstoppable, and learned that the prince. The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king. "Yue Ren Song"

The water pattern treasure is long, and the good period of a thousand miles is rested overnight. Since then, he has no intention of loving the night, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon. ——Li Yi, "Writing Love"

Before the bottle, I plan to say the return date Before the words, the spring is swallowed miserably first, life is a lover, this hatred is not about the wind and the moon - Ouyang Xiu, "Jade House Spring"

The forest is broken, the mountains are bright and the bamboo is hidden, and the cicadas are decaying and the grass is a small pond. Turning over the blank birds from time to time, according to the water red fern fine fragrance. Outside the cottage, next to the ancient city, the cane quinoa slowly turns to the sun. Attentive last night three watch rain