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Xin Qiji. Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow ** wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him. The crowd suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Mulan words, quasi-ancient decisive words, Cambodian friends.

Nalan sexuality. If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that the Qing Dynasty sold the messy night for a while, and the tears and rain did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

Huang Chao's poem at the end of the Tang Dynasty "Fu Ju after the first step" Huang Chao (?) —884), a native of Caozhou (now southwest of Mudan District, Heze City, Shandong Province), was born into a family of salt merchants, was wealthy, and he was also engaged in the sale of illicit salt. He is good at riding and shooting, and loves to help the needy; I also love to read, and I took the Jinshi exam, but I didn't pass.

Dissatisfied with the decadent politics of the Tang Dynasty, Huangchao responded to Wang Xianzhi's uprising in 875 and led the people to revolt in the unjust sentence, namely the Huangchao Uprising. After Wang Xianzhi was killed, Huang Chao continued to fight, called the general of the sky, won the support of the people, and captured Chang'an in 880, that is, the emperor's throne, the country name Daqi, and the year name "Jintong". After the failure of the uprising, Huang Chao was killed by traitors.

Don't give chrysanthemum after the yellow nest Stay until September 8 in autumn, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom. The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of ** armor.

There is no forgiveness.

Only I can't go back and miss it.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts have changed.

On the twentieth day of the first month of Jiangchengzi Yimao, he remembered Su Shi in a dream ---.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Hua Fei Hua (Tang) Bai Juyi Lyrics: Bai Juyi.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog.

In the middle of the night, the morning goes.

When you don't have a lot of spring dreams, you can't find anywhere to go to the clouds.

Notes: [1] Not much: or how many times.

Author's biography: Bai Juyi (772-846) was a native of Weinan, Shaanxi. In his early years, he was enthusiastic about helping the world, emphasizing the political function of poetry, and striving to be popular, and wrote a total of 60 poems of "Xin Yuefu" and "Qin Zhongyin", which indeed achieved "only songs give birth to people's diseases" and "every sentence must be full of rules", and Du Fu's "three officials" and "three farewells" are famous poetry history. The long narrative poems "Song of Long Hatred" and "Sorrowful Walking" represent his highest artistic achievements.

Middle-aged in the officialdom suffered a setback, "the eunuch road since then the heart of the heart of goodbye, the world from now on", but still wrote a lot of good poems, for the people to do a lot of good things, Hangzhou West Lake still remains to commemorate his white causeway. In his later years, he was fond of mountains and rivers, and also wrote some small words. Gift Liu Yuxi poem:

Listen to the old songs and listen to the new words "Willow Branches", which shows that he has made some new words by himself. Among them, the song "Flowers Are Not Flowers" has a hazy beauty, and later generations of lyricists such as Ouyang Xiu, Zhang Xian, and Yang Shen are extremely appreciated.

This is a poem by Cangyang Gyatso, who once worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and was afraid of not falling into the city when he entered the mountain; The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

Translation: I used to worry that my amorous feelings would damage my Buddhist practice, and when I entered the deep mountains to cultivate, I was worried that I would never see your alluring face again. Is there a way to get the best of both worlds, so that I can live up to it and live up to you?

I once thought that loving you delayed my practice, and I escaped into the empty door and let down your beautiful wife who captivated the country and the city. How can there be a way to have the best of both worlds, so that I can practice the Dharma and be with you at the same time?

I used to worry that my cultivation would be affected by my feelings, and I wanted to become a monk and I was afraid that I would disappoint you. There is a way to have the best of both worlds, which can live up to both the Buddha and you.

Zhou Gong was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the time. Xiang Envoy died at the beginning, who knows the truth of his life?

The road knows the horsepower, and the people will see it for a long time.

There is a knife hidden in the smile, and the mouth is rich and cheap.

Greetings to friends.

Zhou Gong was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the time. Xiang Envoy died at the beginning, who knows the truth of his life?

The road knows the horsepower, and the people will see it for a long time.

There is a knife hidden in the smile, and the mouth is rich and cheap.

Zhou Gong was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the time. Xiang Envoy died at the beginning, who knows the truth of his life?

The road knows the horsepower, and the people will see it for a long time.

There is a knife hidden in the smile, and the mouth is rich and cheap.