What are your favorite poems and phrases?

Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is a jue. If it is like the moon ring is finally bright and clean, it is hot to give up the ice and snow. Without that dust, it is easy to die, 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.

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads, west wind, thin horses, sunset, broken intestines, people at the end of the world. Five sentences and twenty-eight characters, affectionate blending, reflecting the sad feelings of a thousand-mile wanderer, too poetic.

Small bridge and flowing water, sunrise in the east, afterglow and slanting sun, high mountains and flowing water, waterfall poems, clouds and clouds, the vast moon in the sky, beautiful scenery of the heavenly city, fairyland on earth, the hymns of the four seasons are no, hehe knows these.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

A couple from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasies. Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day. The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea. If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor.

It's strange that the plum blossoms refuse to bloom, how do you know that you intend to wait for spring. The jade face in front of the lamp is covered with incense, and the spring after the snow wins back. Touching the Qing poem into a pen, dripping with red sleeves to pass the cup. Looking at the vulgar eyes, I know this, and only buy peach and apricot plants.

Life is not seen, and it is like a participant. Tonight and night, a total of this lamp candlelight. When the young can be strong, the sideburns are already gray.

Visiting the old half as a ghost, exclaiming hot intestines. Yan knows for 20 years, and he is back in the gentleman's hall. In the past, the king was unmarried, and his children suddenly went on a trip.

Yiran respected my father and asked me where I came from. The question and answer is not over, and the sons and daughters are syrup. The night rain is full of spring leeks, and the yellow sorghum is in the new cooking room.

The Lord said that the meeting was difficult, and it was tiring in one fell swoop. Shizhen is not drunk, and the feeling is deliberately long. Tomorrow across the mountains, the world is vast.

The beauty is full of flowers, and the beauty has an empty bed after she goes. The show in the bed has not been rolled, and it has been smelling the fragrance for three years. The incense did not come, the yellow leaves of acacia were exhausted, and the white dew was wet with moss.

The grass on the banks of the green river is long away. The distance is incredible, and I dreamed of it in the past. I dreamed that I was near me, and suddenly I felt in another country.

They are in different counties and don't see each other. The dry mulberry knows the wind, and the sea knows the cold. The entry is flattering, who is willing to talk to each other.

Guests come from afar, leaving me with a double carp. Hu'er cooks carp, and there is a ruler book. Kneel down to read a plain book, what a book is like it.

The above words add meals, and the next words look like memories.

Gently I went, just as I came gently, I waved my sleeves, not taking away a cloud. Winter is coming, will spring be far away?

The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, the jackdaws are frightened, and the lovesickness knows when to see each other, and the night is embarrassing. Entering my lovesick door, knowing that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is infinite, I knew that it was so stumbling, and it was as if I didn't know each other at the beginning.

married as husband and wife, love is not doubtful. Joy is in tonight, grace and good time. Zhengfu has a long way, what is the night?

The ginseng is gone, go and resign. The march is on the battlefield, and there is no time to see each other. Shake hands and sigh, tears are goodbye.

Try to love Chunhua, don't forget the joyful time. Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc.