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Yulin Bell "Liu Yong".

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more so Kan and snub the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to!

— It's a word, but it's beautiful to pronounce.

In early spring, the water department Zhang 18 members outside".

Han yu. The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

Juvenile Tour: Last Year's Farewell".

Su shi. Last year, outside the Yuhang Gate, the snow was like a poplar flower. At the end of spring this year, the poplar flowers are like snow, and they still haven't returned home.

The wine roller blinds invite the bright moon, and the wind dews through the curtains. It is just like the two swallows of the concubine, clearly illuminated and obliquely painted.

— Although it's a word, it's really nice to hear.

Jiang Chengzi "Su Shi".

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.

— Again, that's a nice word.

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.

Liangzhou words. Wang Han.

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink the pipa immediately urge.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

Wuyi Lane. Liu Yuxi.

Wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley.

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

Jinse. Li Shangyin.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

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

I hit it myself, I hope to give points Thank you

Like a dream, Chang Ji Xi Pavilion sunset Li Qingzhao.

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back. Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Su Shi's "Red Cliff Fu". Or Tao Yuanming's "Return".

Silent Night Thoughts. Tang) Li Bai.

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

Raise your head to forget the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown.