The verses that help the people of the world help the people

The Farewell Viewer" is green and willow Mo, and Mo is parting from people. Aiko You Yan Zhao.

There are old relatives in the high hall.

If you can't do it, you can't support it, and you can go to Prozac. Cut the brothers, and rely on the neighbors.

After drinking the Dumen tent, thank you from then on. Waving the tears to chase the former couple, with a sad wheel.

The car was out of sight, and the dust was seen from time to time. I also left home for a long time, and I watched the tears of the rent model change.

Sell charcoal. Sell charcoal, cut down and burn charcoal in the southern mountains.

The face is full of dust and smoke, and the temples are pale and the fingers are black.

What is the profit from selling charcoal? The clothes on the body eat in the mouth.

The poor shirt is single, and he is worried about the cold weather.

At night, a foot of snow outside the city came, and Xiao drove a charcoal cart to roll the ice ruts.

The cattle are trapped and the people are hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city.

Who are the two riders? The yellow-clothed messenger is white-shirted.

The hand put the paperwork in his mouth, and returned to the car and led the ox to the north.

A cart of charcoal, more than 1,000 catties, the palace envoy will not be able to regret it.

Half a horse of red silk and a zhang of silk, tied to the cow's head to fill the charcoal straight.

Min Nong Li Shen.

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

The man who is the master of heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things; Those who have passed through time have passed by for hundreds of generations. And floating like a dream, for joy?

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

When you sing about wine, what is your life? For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

The three spring flowers are early, and the flowers must be early. When the flowers bloom and fall, life is easy to get old.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Now it has become yesterday, flowers are like her, she is like flowers.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Since then, the spring has been sad and farewell, and the dusk is only for the pear blossoms.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

The gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only common at that time.

It is difficult to go against the sky, and the heart of reincarnation is still the same.

The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more, so it is better to take pity on the people in front of you.

Baoding tea is still green, and the window chess is particularly cool.

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing.

I don't hate the end of the world, I only hate the west wind, and my dreams become ancient and modern.

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree.

The candle has the heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn.

The joys and sorrows on the paper are embarrassing for the month, and the shaft is waiting to be collected.

The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

Cangsheng poems, writer Yang Daxia heroyang pointed out: Only write the lyrics of the common people's suffering, not Zhu Menxin.

Look at the fisherman's sorrow, fishing alone is bumpy.