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Forever happy. Li Qingzhao. 102 words.

Summary. Hello, the 124-word ancient poem does not contain punctuation: will enter the wine.

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and you will not stop.

A song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

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Jun talks about Hu is gone, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine with the book, and you will not stop. A song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

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Nian Nujiao two songs.

1 Jiuzhaigou.

In the vast Milky Way, in the years, how many stars have changed?

How many homesick dreams are there on a cold night?

Pity is long and short.

For many years, although his face has declined, his anger has not diminished.

Facing the night sky, counting the cold stars.

Living alone in the wilderness, the hut is small, but the seats are full of guests.

Everyone raised their glasses and sang, but they were sentimental.

It's not yesterday, I haven't cherished it, and the human affection is cold and warm.

One person has walked through, how many ditches and bumps?

2 Guanglingsan.

Fame and fortune are not mine.

Why bother?

Flick your sleeves and be angry to the end of the world, and there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter.

How many years have passed since Guangling was dispersed?

I don't hear the sound of poetry and books.

Looking forward to it, only to see the eagle in the sky.

The volcano erupted at my feet, thundered and roared, and the wind revived me.

Bearing the hatred and hatred of the world, fighting for thousands of miles.

What the whip refers to, all the people want, and the young rejoice in great achievements.

Strategize, and move the earth for a while.

The thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind.

Du Fu. In August and autumn, the wind roared, rolling up the triple thatch on my roof. Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the high one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats to the sinking pond pass.

The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and I could endure being thieves on the other side. openly hugged the grass into the bamboo, his lips were dry, and he sighed when he returned.

The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns dark. The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are not cut off. Since the mourning chaos and less sleep, the long night is wet!

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are not moving. Alack! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death!

Spring River Flower Moon Night Zhang Ruoxu.

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where is there no moon in the spring river?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon? Falling flowers are full of love and trees.

Summary. Xin Qiji.

Cup before you come! Lao Tzu is now inspecting the remains.

I have been thirsty for many years, and my throat is like a scorched kettle; I am happy to sleep today, and my breath is like thunder.

You said, "Liu Ling, a master of ancient and modern times, why not bury him when he dies when he is drunk."

It's like this, sighing at your confidant, it's really gracious!

It also relies on singing and dancing as a medium.

Count the cooperation and live in the poison guess.

There is no small grievance, born in love; There is no beauty or evil in things, and if it is excessive, it will be a disaster.

Say to you, don't stay and retreat, I can still be unbridled with your cup.

Bow to the cup again, the road will go, and the trick must come.

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Xin Qi Ji Cup before you come! Lao Tzu is now inspecting the remains. Demolition is very thirsty for many years, swallowing like a front to sell coke kettles; Yu is happy to sleep today, and his breath is like a trip to Jilulei.

You said, "Liu Ling, a master of ancient and modern times, why not bury him when he dies when he is drunk." It's like this, sighing at your confidant, it's really gracious! It also relies on singing and dancing as a medium.

Count the cooperation and live in the poison guess. There is no small grievance, born in love; There is no beauty or evil in things, and if it is excessive, it will be a disaster. Say to you, don't stay and retreat, I can still be unbridled with your cup.

Bow to the cup again, the road will go, and the trick must come.

Forever happy. —Song Su Shi.

The bright moon is like frost, the good wind is like water, the clear scenery is infinite, the Qugang jumping fish, the round lotus dew, and the lonely friends are not seen. It is like three drums, sonorous leaves, and the gloomy dream clouds are broken. The night is vast, there is nowhere to find again, and I feel that I have come to the small garden to travel all over.

At the end of the world, we are tired and hungry, and we are returning from the mountains, and we are looking at the heart of the old garden. The swallow building is empty, where is the beauty? Empty lock building in the swallow. Ancient and modern are like dreams, how can I dream, but there are old joys and new grievances, different times, the yellow building is rotten at night, and Yu Hao sighs.

Yu Linling Liu Yong.

The cicada is poignant, and the long pavilion is late. At the beginning of the shower, the Dumen tent had no clue, and the party was nostalgic, and the Lanzhou was urged. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, Chunzhi was speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. Over the past few years, it should be a good time to clear the seepage. Even though there are thousands of styles, who is waiting to say it!

Ying Jingle (Song Xiao Hui) Jinling's homeland. The Yangtze River is vast, separated by a thousand times. The mountains are endless, and the turbulent moraine is raging.

The city is lonely. The day is long, a cluster of smoke will be late, and the old platform side of Yanguang will be bright. Where to get tired of tourists.

This scene provoked the early annihilation of the type, suddenly felt the old intentions, and the soul was gloomy and sorrowful. The hatred lingers, what a way to drown. Looking back at the east of Los Angeles, thousands of miles of twilight clouds.

Like snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds. Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up. Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head.

On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west. Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married. I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is Lu guessing! Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives!