There is sending
The moon is frightening
A piece of spring heart can't be endowed, and lovesickness has long been with you for the rest of your life.
was not an infatuated species, until he met Qing at the beginning of that year.
The Spring Girl is here
The spring flowers in the small courtyard bloom one after another, and the red and light pink linger together.
The spring breeze carried away the rouge and flew up to the stream to cross the women's cheeks.
The Seven Laws
I always feel that there is no affection, and I don't want to be in the apricot blossom rain.
There is no news about Yunshan, and the fish and birds are old voices.
once dreamed of the same dream at the end of the world, who taught smoke and water to separate the city.
The original intention may have drifted for a long time, and I forgot my name in the rivers and lakes.
Over the color stone creek
The dew is full of dust and dust, and the light is faint and the color is over Xijin.
The willows on the side of the bridge can stop the horses, and the fragrance on the Mo can be drunk.
It seems that there are a few places floating in this row, when to hug Qianjun.
My heart has been full of flowers, and I only use the spring breeze to show people.
Partridge day
Recently, the breeze has been blowing carefully, and the swallows in front of the hall have been back for a while.
Watching the clear water go around, and watching the flowing clouds fly in a few places.
Throwing old dreams, sending fragrant plums, when to meet the rolls.
Wait until spring comes, and Qing and the peach blossoms will slowly return.
Xijiang month
I hold a pinch of dust, and you smell the fragrance of Bairui.
Where do I send my thoughts? Between your eyebrows and on the heart.
You read the fairy tales in the book, and I listen to the hot and cold world.
You're locked in your heart. I said that the rivers and lakes forget each other.
Drunken flower shade
Today is the spring of the small garden and early, and the peach blossoms of a tree are good.
Lazy to roll up the bead curtain, want to paint plum makeup, want to paint plum makeup.
The moth eyebrows faded He Zeng swept, and he was used to writing less.
Looking at the end of the world, you are like a lonely Hong, you are like a lonely Hong.
Linjiang Immortal: Youth, youth
After the passing years, there is no evidence, and the old dreams are still vague.
Time is always peeking between the fingers.
After parting from the end of the world, forgetting or lovesick?
The past can be recalled, and youth is scattered.
Who knows many of my poems?
The plain part of the sentence is written in tears.
Linjiang fairy butterfly
The wings are a little spring, fluttering over the South Park.
Falling peaches and plums falling on swings.
The silk of the past life is bound, and the flowers of this world are played.
Don't go to Zhuang Zhou Shen Meng, always keep your eyes open.
Look at the wind, see the rain, and watch the passing year.
After you have scattered the incense, you have forgotten the past.
Linjiang Xianxue
A flash of flying flowers floats, a few catkins fluttering.
Tonight it will fall to the world.
The shutter wind has a saying, saying that I am in the plum side.
Qimeng quietly fell in his heart, and Yu Wen did not go to Meishan.
Because of who dissipates in the passing years.
You and the tears in your eyes are the most pitiful to each other.
Linjiang Immortal
Show the pen to fill in more good sentences, affectionate and afraid of mistaking youth.
At that time, the first encounter was the most ecstatic.
The eyes are always looking forward to it, and the smile is also light.
After farewell, there was a residual dream, and there was no bottle left before the flower.
Don't ask Hongchen when you wake up.
You only talk about Fengyue, but I have taken it seriously.
Painting hall spring and cherish it
Xiao saw that there was a red glow outside the curtain, and the cheeks were innocent.
Several volumes of poetry and books are accompanied by tea, which is unique.
In the sentence, she is a quiet woman, and her fingertips are wonderful.
The wind blows a little more affection, and who will fall.
Butterflies love flowers
Look at the beautiful in front of the building, the clouds are flowing, and they are all in the eyes.
The willow is like smoke, why is it Zhu Shibi?
The peach blossoms can be sent, a poem is inscribed, and a flower is hidden in the heart.
Some of the rest followed the old things, vaguely flying into the spring breeze.
Qing Pingle
A long sigh, sighing and the clouds dispersed.
I saw it all over the autumn for ten miles, and broke the railing again.
Acacia is getting hazy day by day, and life is looking back.
When I saw me back then, my youth seemed to be faint and thick.
Tasha Xing has a cold, and he is uncomfortable
The clear water contains smoke, and the distant mountains are like daisies.
Yingying is like you in the city.
A curtain of wind and moon is gradually hazy, and the painting building is always hindered by clouds and smoke.
has not reduced the sorrow, but the helplessness.
Ah, who owes me lovesick debts.
Hongchen looked at the original intention in his dream, and he was scattered outside the year.
Water tune song head
Patrol the world to thank you for your hard work, and come and go to worship the gods.
Pour a cup of hard to win, listen to my years of age:
I wish my parents to be happy, and then I wish the mountains and rivers to be eternal, and the four fields are pure.
Although I only have a book and a sword, I also have a thousand arms.
Colorful flying flow, gold is extinguished, like silver.
The stars are restricted, and the moon is shining at the bottom of the flower.
You see the fireworks full of eyes, I see the fireworks reflect you, and a smile will give birth to spring.
This night is a concerted lesson, and the eternal wish is innocent.
Drink Fire Order
Gu Ying's railing is thin, sad and dewy.
The depths of the garden are becoming hazy.
Like yesterday's dark fragrance sleeves, where will it go?
Loneliness is unbearable, and passionate writing is not working.
Or because of the wordlessness of the memory of the encounter.
Twenty-four lines of poetry, twenty ** flower wind.
The waning moon of the twenty-fourth broken bridge is only in the dream soul.
Qinyuan spring flocculent
Clusters of branches, the face is white snow, and the state is like light clouds.
Like butterflies among flowers, roosting in a bun; The moon is bright in the sky, and the river is falling suddenly.
But when the east wind blows, the end of the world is gone, and there is no owner to live a spring.
After shaking, there is a pool of broken pings, which can remember the predecessor.
Who can brush away without a trace. In the end, it will not be enough, and the clothes will become old and dusty.
Make the West Garden hateful, and the East Slope last sentence; The city is full of sorrow, and He Zhu left a message.
The fingers are lingering, the lips are tight, where is the temperature blowing?
Outside the long pavilion, there are tears and scattered people.
Qinyuan Spring Lotus
It seems to be a beautiful woman, flying down the Yao Pond and leaving it in the east of the pond.
Look at the slight movement of the worm money, infinitely deep and blue; The shampoo is rolled, and it is a different light red.
Bath water to help makeup, streamer and shadow, Yuli Pavilion bathing in the evening breeze.
On a cool night, the fragrance lingers, and the moon is hazy.
The passing years are in a hurry, but it is also just as if the prosperity is fleeting.
Thinking about Yexi for thousands of years, it can rest the story; Mirror Lake is a hundred miles, and it is a trace.
Whoever sings the song of the ling, who writes the verses, is in the blossoming of the flowers.
At the gaze, there is a clear dream, shaken into the black canopy.
Yukikako
Flying flowers under the stairs, flowing outside the building.
The dew is slightly thick, and the window screen is cool.
The caftan is lightly tucked away, and the pipa is small.
Listening to the breeze, thinking of the bright moon, singing Pujia.
If there is only one life, it is the same as the first time.
What a sigh, the two worlds apart.
Ordinary years, regardless of prosperity.
Just read some books, write some words, and think about her.
Yukikako
How a gentleman is, such as pondering.
Look at youth, most of it is wasted.
Before the fame is achieved, there are not many good friends.
Hate the sword and become obsessed, book addiction, and alcohol become a mange.
Life has come to this point, a dream in a hurry.
I want to go through the years, and there are tears.
Lovesickness suddenly, who is the groan?
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About the Author
The moon is frighteningShandong Tai'an people's clan, before they were established, they were already decaying. When he was young, he studied poetry but neglected to cultivate, often considered himself a humble gentleman, gentle as jade, but only won the name of Mo Shang's merry and lucky. I like poetry and literature, but I am trapped in my livelihood. This body and this heart have been floating for a long time, and there is nowhere to put it.