All sentences with connectors in ancient poetry

Jinli opened a feast, Lan Yanyan in her early years. The colors are far away, and the light is far away from the sky. The Han suspicious stars fall, and the building hangs like the moon. Don't have a daughter laughing, come to the front of the nine branches.

Pick up the shadow of Wuchang City, branch Hannan Road. What is idle outside the door, empty to the old Qingshan.

In March, the peach blossom waves, the river restores the old traces. There is no sand tail in the morning, and the blue color moves the chai door. Catch the weeping bait, and irrigate the small garden. Countless birds have been added, competing for bathing and hustle.

The neighborhood is full of light, and the night is drunk and awake. The kitchen is not the old fire, and the forest is new. The fruit moves the nature, and the spring is dredged by terrain. A few days after Qingming, the hoopoe has been heard.

Guishui leads to a hundred Yue, and the flat boat is dawning. The clouds cover the three bars, and you can't see your home at night. King Xiang dreams of rain, and the talented man goes to Changsha.

Changsha is full of miasma, and Hu is bitter and stagnant. After a long absence, I accepted it. There is no reason to follow, and it only increases the sorrow of travel.

The clear ape cannot be heard, and it flows along the moon and Xiang.

Under the bamboo, the room is deep. The wall is divided into bamboo paths, and the next household is Tongyin. Falling flowers are full of shore, and the moon is covered in the forest at night. The bamboo has a dragon singing pipe, and the phoenix dances the piano. Strange sounds and high festivals, who is not me.

The shadow flew across the sky with snow on his back, and the sound was cold out of Yuguan. There are three thousand dreams in Shangyang Palace, and the moon is cold and the wind is outdated.

The good dragon sky is the true dragon, and the real dragon bows. Next, if you are not diligent and a good man, Ye Gong is so reckless.

Then I'll come up with a question, Zhu Yan Ci Mirror Hua Ci Tree, you say the first half of the sentence.

Jinli opened a feast, Lan Yanyan in her early years. The colors are far away, and the light is far away from the sky. The Han suspicious stars fall, and the building hangs like the moon. Don't have a daughter laughing, come to the front of the nine branches.

Pick up the shadow of Wuchang City, branch Hannan Road. What is idle outside the door, empty to the old Qingshan.

In March, the peach blossom waves, the river restores the old traces. There is no sand tail in the morning, and the blue color moves the chai door. Catch the weeping bait, and irrigate the small garden. Countless birds have been added, competing for bathing and hustle.

The neighborhood is full of light, and the night is drunk and awake. The kitchen is not the old fire, and the forest is new. The fruit moves the nature, and the spring is dredged by terrain. A few days after Qingming, the hoopoe has been heard.

Guishui leads to a hundred Yue, and the flat boat is dawning. The clouds cover the three bars, and you can't see your home at night. King Xiang dreams of rain, and the talented man goes to Changsha.

Changsha is full of miasma, and Hu is bitter and stagnant. After a long absence, I accepted it. There is no reason to follow, and it only increases the sorrow of travel.

The clear ape cannot be heard, and it flows along the moon and Xiang.

Under the bamboo, the room is deep. The wall is divided into bamboo paths, and the next household is Tongyin. Falling flowers are full of shore, and the moon is covered in the forest at night. The bamboo has a dragon singing pipe, and the phoenix dances the piano. Strange sounds and high festivals, who is not me.

The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.