Weakly ask the Southern Song Dynasty Huaicai is not a famous poem, I am anxious

Partridge Day has a guest who talks about fame and fame because of the memory of the current affairs of the youth.

In the prime of life, the banner embraced ten thousand people, and the brocade rode across the river at the beginning of the river. Yan soldiers are smiling at night, and Han arrows are flying towards the golden servants.

Chasing the past, sighing for the present, the spring breeze does not stain the white beard. But the ten thousand words will be flattened. In exchange for the owner's tree planting book.

Sauvignon Blanc of five.

The face is pale. Sideburns. A belly full of poetry and books is not straight money. Officials often sleep during the day.

Draw Ling Yan. Upper Sweet Spring. Since ancient times, he has been a teenager. Knowing the heart is only the cuckoo.

Water Dragon Yin Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion.

Chutian is thousands of miles away in autumn, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is endless. Yaocen is far away, offering sorrow and hatred, hosta snails. The sunset is at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, Jiangnan wanderer. I looked at Wu Hook, and the railing was patted all over, no one would, and I was on the verge of it.

Hugh said that the sea bass is good, and the west wind and the season eagle have not returned? Asking Tian to ask for help, I am afraid that I should be ashamed, and Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the years have passed, and the wind is sad.

Rain, the tree is still like this! Who is the one who calls, the red scarf and green sleeves, and the tears of heroes?

Mountain Pavilion Willow Song Giver.

Dynasty: Song Dynasty.

Original text: He lives in Xiqin. The art of gambling is carried with you. The flowers are willow and the tip of the bucket is new. Occasionally learn to read the slave tone, and sometimes the high curb the clouds. Shu brocade is entangled in countless heads, and it lives up to its hard work.

For several years, I have been going to Xianjing Road, and the remnants of the cup have been cold and scorching. Heartfelt matter, who to entrust. If you have a bosom friend, you will sing Yangchun all over again. A song is a feast and tears, and the scarf is covered again.

Xin Qiji's "Water Dragon Yin, Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion".

Water Dragon Yin Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion.

Chutian is thousands of miles away in autumn, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is endless. Yaocen is far away, offering sorrow and hatred, hosta snails. The sunset is at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, Jiangnan wanderer. I watched Wu Hook, and I patted it all over, no one would, and I was on the line.

Hugh said that the sea bass is good, and the west wind and the season eagle have not returned? Asking Tian to ask for help, I am afraid that I should be ashamed, and Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the years have passed, the sorrow and the wind and rain, and the tree is still like this! Who is the one who calls, the red scarf and green sleeves, and the tears of heroes?

Southern Song Dynasty patriotic lyricist Xin Qiji, "Partridge Heaven".

Mo closed to avoid the spring shade and go on the horse late. Spring is not cloudy. The exhibition of human feelings turns to leisure, and Klook knows after being tired of being bumpy.

Meishan is as bright as snow, and willows are like silk. Listen to other words to comfort lovesickness. The short canopy cooks and drinks the perch cooked, except for the Songjiang poem.

Southern Song Dynasty patriotic poet Lu You "Sauvignon Blanc".

The bridge is like a rainbow. Water is empty.

A teasing answer leaf drifted in the smoke and rain. The Heavenly Sect is called the release of Weng.

Side canopy. Make the river breeze.

The crab house is jagged and the fishing market is east. When the time comes, the twilight bell will be heard.

Partridge Day has a guest who talks about fame and fame because of the memory of the current affairs of the youth.

In the prime of life, the banner embraced ten thousand people, and the brocade rode across the river at the beginning of the river. Yan soldiers are smiling at night, and Han arrows are flying towards the golden servants.

Chasing the past, sighing for the present, the spring breeze does not stain the white beard. But the ten thousand words will be flattened. In exchange for the owner's tree planting book.

Sauvignon Blanc of five.

The face is pale. Sideburns. A belly full of poetry and books is not straight money. The bureaucracy is idle and sleeps day and night.

Draw Ling Yan. Upper Sweet Spring. Since ancient times, he has been a teenager. Knowing the heart is only the cuckoo.

Water Dragon Yin Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion.

Chutian is thousands of miles away in autumn, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is endless. Yaocen is far away, offering sorrow and hatred, hosta snails. The sunset is at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, Jiangnan wanderer. I looked at Wu Hook, and the railing was patted all over, no one would, and I was on the verge of it.

Hugh Lahuai said that the perch is good, and the west wind is exhausted, and the season eagle has not returned? Asking Tian to ask for help, I am afraid that I should be ashamed, and Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the years have passed, and the wind is sad.

Rain, the tree is still like this! Who is Qian called, the red scarf and green sleeves, and the tears of heroes in the trillion?

Water Dragon Yin Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion.

As a macro holder: the Southern Song Dynasty.

Chutian is thousands of miles away in autumn, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is endless.

Yaocen is far away, offering sorrow and hatred, hosta snails.

The sunset is at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, Jiangnan wanderer. I looked at Wu Hook, and the railing was patted all over, no one would, and I was on the verge of it.

Hugh said that the sea bass is good, and the west wind and the season eagle have not returned? Asking Tian to ask for help, I am afraid that I should be ashamed, and Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the years have passed, the sorrow and the wind and rain, and the tree is still like this! Why did Qian sell people to call, red scarves and green sleeves, and tears of heroes?

Southern Song Dynasty patriotic lyricist Xin Qiji, "Partridge Heaven".

Mo closed to avoid the spring shade and go on the horse late. Spring is not cloudy. The exhibition of human feelings turns to leisure, and Klook knows after being tired of being bumpy.

Meishan is as bright as snow, and willows are like silk. Listen to other words to comfort lovesickness. The short canopy cooks and drinks the perch cooked, except for the Songjiang poem.

Southern Song Dynasty patriotic poet Lu You "Sauvignon Blanc".

The bridge is like a rainbow. Water is empty.

A teasing answer leaf drifted in the smoke and rain. The Heavenly Sect is called the release of Weng.

Side canopy. Make the river breeze.

The crab house is jagged and the fishing market is east. When the time comes, the twilight bell will be heard.