The lantern is hung high and the window flowers are displayed, and the girl picks up the lantern and embroiders the brocade handkerchief.

The frontier beacon fire is frequent, and the mandarin ducks wipe before they become tears.

【Family Notes】

The heart is like a wild crane without a place, and he is involved in politics and holds the country.

A saddle shook the border in the south, and no one complained about how much tenderness.

【Frontier Chronicles】

Where are the 100,000 fireworks now?

There are 3,800 things in ancient times, all of which have been paid for the history of Yanyunqing.

【Chang'an Memories】

The willow color on Mo is dark, the firewood is lightly opened, and the tea is still warm.

The old frost clouds and sideburns, the makeup table is full of dust, and the age is not proportionate.

The brocade sleeps coldly, embroidered mandarin duck pillows, and mocks fate.

Outside the ferry port in the south of the city, Fang Fei opened and lost, mottled with the old people.

【The Deceased】

In the afterglow of the green hills, the distant sail returns to the sky.

A horse in a white shirt attacked, and the new word storytelling

【White】

A song of rain is exquisite, and the candles in the two places are shaking.

Three degrees of peach blossom red, four books with five classics.

Six lines of peach blossom words, seven strings no one answers.

**Outside the apricot village, the moon is full of ten miles pavilion.

【Acacia Citation】

The Tao is ruthless, and it is biased towards red makeup.

The body and mind are mortal, where can I stay as a Buddha?

[Buddha said]

The red dust is purple and mo, the rain falls on the other bank, and the white horse steps lightly on the pontoon bridge.

Mandarin ducks and green water, playing with smoke and waves, just a glimpse of the fall of marriage.

The wind pears the willow leaves, the time passes away, and the new branches are full of remnants.

If you are a passerby, why bother at that time, add light ink to the peach blossom fan.

【Peach Blossom Fan】

The waning moon shines through the window dressing table, and the partridge cries outside the platform.

The passing years are like a dream, the Zheng is dumb, and the Lingdinghua is a phoenix.

【Autumn Thoughts】

The white bones are wrapped in plain clothes, and the elegance is easy.

Looking back at one step at a time, who is sorry for?

【Xiangxi Chase the Corpse One】

The elm is dark and fragrant, and the waning moon shines on the spring river.

The red clothes on the side of the bridge were blowing, and several people broke their bowels.

【Xiangxi Corpse II】

At the end of summer, the lake flowers are thin, and the lazy moon hangs on the laurel head.

Treading lightly on the secluded night road, the wind moves a few people to swim.

【Xiangxi Corpse Three】

The drizzle of the academy, throwing the pen from Rong Song.

The soul returns to the netherworld, who is in peace with this life?

【Xiangxi Corpse Four】

The smoke rises from the mountain col, and the copper bell swings deeply.

A few phantoms are hazy, and the red clothes cover the cold.

【Xiangxi Corpse Five】

January: The breeze is slightly cool, the snow is melting, and everything is new and green.

Whoever hangs down on the side of the bridge and chases a group of ducks into the river to swim.

February: The spring breeze comes slowly, the bamboo curtain is idle, and the silk makeup embankment is green and smoky.

The warbler flies on the south bank of the Yangtze River, and Nomura crosses a few paper kites.

March: Xinyan chases the rain in the bluestone lane, and the dark fragrance floats all over the corridor.

The fishing boat sings back to the sky at night, and the red pavilion umbrella wanders alone.

April: The smoke and rain have fallen red, and a few branches of the broken willows are clear.

The lonely mound flowers and plants are still green, and only the two figures are hazy.

May: The distant village flute song is melodious, scattered in the river city full of pavilions.

The deep courtyard does not lock the spring sky, and picks up the plum wing room alone.

June: The wind clears the waves and the dark incense surges, and the boat is uninhabited.

Yesterday, Ruan Lang said goodbye, and drank alone under the moon to reflect the lonely shadow.

The flowers and leaves on the other side cherish each other, and the thousand-year-old dream turns sad and helpless.

All the way, the gloomy eyes are full of tears, and the banks of the Lechuan River are blooming.

In the previous life, he held hands for about three lives, and in the next life, he was a stranger.

Staggered flowers bloom in marriage, for whom to add makeup and red clothes?

【Flower of the Other Side】

The scarf crane feather fan shakes, and the ploughing acres are free.

Longzhong is divided into three parts of the world, and there are four tsunamis in Wolong.

The fire burned Chibi to defeat Cao Kou, and the soldiers were enough to help the monarch dynasty.

Bai Dituo was lonely and exhausted, and worked hard in the south and north.

The hero is short of breath and has a regret that Danzhong is out of the teacher's table.

【Shu Phase】

The rare phoenix eyes lie on the silkworm eyebrows, and the face is like a heavy jujube beard and beautiful.

Stepping down the red rabbit horse chasing the wind, the green dragon glaive waved in his hand.

Zuo's Spring and Autumn recitation is like a stream, and Taoyuan Cup wine is loyal and righteous.

Wenjiu Huaxiong Huangquan Fu, Dong Zhuo's battle is famous.

The array beheaded Yan Liangbi fell, and the head of the army returned.

In Cao Ying, he was concerned with the Han and rode thousands of miles to find Liu Bei.

Five passes and six generals are difficult to match, guarding the boundary of Jingzhou Xiangshui.

The defeat of Pang De shook China, and the defeat of Maicheng burned ashes.

【Yong Guan Gong】

The rosary is in hand, the scriptures are folded, and the wooden fish knocks on the luche. The empty door escaped, the green silk paid yesterday, and the Zen went through the suffering. If you want to lock the words deeply, don't smell the fireworks, where is the joy of the afterlife? 【Monk Fu】

Destitute, the two sleeves are breezy. Three meals are not full, four books and five classics.

The green years, the evening drum and the morning bell. The sages have passed, and the sorghum has become famous.

The dry forest reads hard, and the phantom is ignored. The arrows are bare, and they are miserable and mournful.

The scholar took pity and pulled out the arrow to heal the pain. Wrapped in broken clothes and placed in his arms.

The hunters attacked, and the horses' hooves were green. Drinking and smelling scholars, you can see the shadow of the fox.

The group appeared in green clothes, and the silver bell came out. The fragrant breeze blows on the face, and the scholar is determined.

With few words, he rode westward. The scholar is old and unnoticed.

The fox chirps and feels, caressing the brown skin. Walked away, walked and stopped.

Ten generations of reincarnation, thousands of years. The mountains and forests are gone, and the official residence is new.

Zhang lantern color, happy word pavilion. The golden branches match, and the whole country celebrates.

Who to marry? A piece of paper, talent is captivating.

Thousands of years of practice, eventually in human form. Accompanied by case research, the evil fruit ends.

When I first met, I was a scholar. At the time of parting, the champion red rope.

Plain clothes win the snow, dance and hire Ting. It's like a dream, and it's sad.

The dance is gone, and there is no trace of dust. Later generations often hear that the white clothes are delicate.

Dance in the sunset, extinguish in the first light. Thousands of years together, Nanke has a dream.

【White Fox】

Plum blossoms are lightly folded, such as hairpins. The bright moon and stars, the frost shirt enters China.

Whip the horse, step through the wind and sand. Hopefully, make an appointment at dusk.

The plum blossoms are like snow, and there is no trace of the flowering period in several springs and summers, and the cheeks are sighing in vain.

The curtain of memories is overturned, and he is dressed in white and has black hair. Childhood sweethearts, not winning new flowers.

The tune is like yesterday, and the past is like sand. A pile of plain notes, half a lifetime of concern.

The seven strings are broken, and the funeral book is not painted. The appointment of dusk, lost to the years.

【Appointment of Twilight】

The afterglow is cold at night, and a lantern is not sleeping. The full sleeves of orchid fragrance are scattered, only to listen to the flying flowers knock on the window. Qu Wanfu dreamed, and a few barren oaths were written. The thin moon dances in the autumn wind, and the old curtains are sparse and idle. 【Moonlit Night】

Get the world, without you, it's just flashy. That firework, like your most beautiful cheeks. [Yuwen Yong] nine hardware body, sitting in the world, only you look, the mountains are picturesque. In the end, you lost the common people, lost Pujia, if you have no choice but to meet the bridge, will you feel distressed? After all the hardships, the positive results are finally achieved, poor and lonely, like a shadow. [Lanling King] [Affectionate and ruthlessly thrown, ruthless and infatuated. Ruthless is only because of infatuation, and ruthlessness is full of amorous laughter. [Impressions]]

The remnants of the monument pavilion reflect the ruins, and the light boat ferries to look at the South Mountain. The bell of the wild temple adds to both sides of the river, and the reed lotus piles smoke into the picture scroll. The shepherd's flute blows horizontally with smoke and rain, and the wind blows the sleeves of the turbulent year. Looking back on the wind and dust, it turned into a joke. 【Nanshan Travels】

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