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Butterfly Love Flower" Qing Nalan Sexuality.

Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the night is like a ring, and the night is a night. If it is like the moon ring is finally bright and clean, it is hot to give up the ice and snow.

Helplessly, the dust is easy to end, the swallow is still, and the soft curtain hook said. Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly. "Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts".

Yuan Ma Zhiyuan.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. Zhang Ruoxu, Tang Chunjiang, flower moonlit night.

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 there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight 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 looks 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 anvil is still here.

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, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. After Yan Dao Linjiang Immortal Dream, the building was locked, and the curtain hung low.

Last year, when the spring hatred came. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.

I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry.

The lutea strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

Relying on the sky and the sea are innumerable, and the flowing water and mountains know themselves.

There are no color saucers and double flying wings, and the heart is a little clear.

Birdsong Stream" by Tang Wang Wei.

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Bamboo Pavilion "Tang Wang Wei.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Lu Chai "Tang Wang Wei.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Return to the deep forest, and revisit the moss.

Autumn Evening in the Mountain House" by Tang Wang Wei.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Don Wang Wei.

The bicycle wants to ask the side, and the subject country lives extends.

Zheng Peng out of Hanse, return to the wild goose into Hu Tian.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Xiao Guan waited to ride, and he was all protected by Yan Ran.

Pastoral Music" by Tang Wang Wei.

The peach color contains the rain, and the willow green is more smoky.

The flowers have not been swept away, and the warblers are still sleeping.

Cumulus Rim Chuan Zhuang made".

Don Wangwei. The rain is empty and the fireworks are late, and the steamed quinoa is cooked.

Flying egrets in desert paddy fields, yellow orioles in the shade of summer wood.

In the mountains, Xi quietly watched the hibiscus, and Panasonic Qingzhai folded the sunflower.

The wild old man is competing with others, and the seagulls are even more suspicious.

Visit Dai Tianshan Taoist priest does not meet".

Don Lee Bai. In the sound of the dog barking in the water, the peach blossoms are dewy.

When the tree is deep, I see deer, and I don't hear the bell at noon.

The wild bamboo is divided into green mist, and the flying spring hangs on the blue peak.

No one knows where to go, and they are sad to rely on two or three pines.

Yellow Crane Tower to Meng Haoran's Guangling".

Don Lee Bai. The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

Send a Friend" Don Li Bai.

The green mountains cross the north Guo, and the white water surrounds the east city.

This place is a farewell, lonely and thousands of miles away.

Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old.

Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.

Wangtianmen Mountain" by Don Li Bai.

The gate of heaven interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the blue water flowed eastward to this point.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite each other, and the lonely sail comes by the sun.

Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain".

Don Lee Bai. The birds flew high, and the lonely clouds went alone.

I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Quatrain" by Tang Du Fu.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Two quatrains" by Tang Du Fu.

One. In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

Second. The river is more than white, and the mountains are blue and flowery.

This spring has passed again, when is the return year?

Spring Resentment" by Don Kim Chang-su.

Playing the yellow warbler, Mo Jiao cries on the branches.

When crying, the concubine dreamed, and did not get Liaoxi.

Qingming "Don Du Mu.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

For example, the lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

1. Overlapping tears and brocade words, life is only love, and it is difficult to die. - Wen Ting-style "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

2. The spring heart is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray. ——Li Shangyin, "Untitled Six Songs".

3. The bonus is easy to decay like Langyi, and the water flow is infinite like nong's sorrow. ——Liu Yu defeated Zheng Chongxi's "Four Bamboo Branch Words (Two of the Four").

Cong Hao 4, the spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch into ashes and tears began to dry. —Li Shangyin, Untitled

5. Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc. - Su Wu, "Married as a Husband and Wife".

6, the thin shadow self-pity autumn water photo, Qing must pity me, I pity Qing. - Feng Xiaoqing, "Resentment".

7. Only will open his eyes all night long and repay his life for not raising his eyebrows. ——Yuan Zhen's "Three Songs of Sorrow".

8, the desolate farewell should be the same, the most invincible grievance in the moonlight. - Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty".

9. Since the emergence of the king, the mirror is dark, and the thinking of the king is like flowing water, how can there be poverty. - Xu Gan, "Room Thoughts".

10. There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of intelligence in the heart. —Li Shangyin, Untitled