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Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms are not blooming.

The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow floats in the clouds.

The forest shows that the darkness is dark, and the twilight in the city is cold.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

On the seven strings, listen to the pine wind and cold.

Although the ancient tune is self-love, many people today do not play.

The power covers three countries, and the name becomes an eight-array map.

Jiang Liushi does not turn, and he sends hatred to swallow Wu.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly. The spring breeze blows and grows.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city.

He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell.

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay.

came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candle is extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

Send Du Shaofu's Ren Shuzhou".

The city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin.

Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch.

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

Inaction is on the road, and the children are stained with scarves.

Isn't there 300 Tang poems?

Homecoming doll book.

He Zhizhang left home when he was young, and his hometown voice did not change his sideburns.

When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from.

Jiangnan is in the year of the Li turtle.

It is common to see it in Du Fuqi's mansion, and Cui Jiutang has heard it a few times before.

It is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is a good time to fall in the flowers.

Autumn and evening Du Mu.

The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.

The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.

Wuyi Lane Liu Yuxi Vermilion Bird Bridge side of the wild grass flowers, Wuyi Lane mouth sunset slanting.

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Spring resentment Liu Fangping.

The screen window sunset is getting dusk, and no one in the gold house sees tear stains.

The lonely empty courtyard is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door.

Envoy to Beijing. Cen Shen's hometown looks east of the long road, and the tears of the two-sleeved dragon bell are not dry.

Immediately meet without paper and pen, and report peace with the words of the king.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festival.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Chuzhou West Stream. Wei Yingwu is lonely and the grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.

Wuyi Lane Liu Yuxi Vermilion Bird Bridge side of the wild grass flowers, Wuyi Lane mouth sunset slanting.

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Fengqiao night park Zhang Ji.

The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping.

Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

I think the moon is beautiful. Sometimes the meta sometimes plays, sometimes it's like the day of October.