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Seven Words] Step rhyme, red mansion chrysanthemum poems, twelve rhythms.

Poetry: Plum Blossom Island Lord [Mochizuki].

Yi Ju. The yellow armor in the court provokes lovesickness, and when the rain passes over the flower steps, it is drunk. The sound of the ancient wall is in the wilderness, and the idle pavilion crane shadow is known.

The bright moon in front of the fence is eternal, and the breeze at the bottom of the sleeve guards an idiot. The golden bird of the boiled wine peach source is far away, and the return date of the chrysanthemum is missed.

Visit the chrysanthemum In the dream, the heart travels with the wild geese, and the dense clouds are difficult to stay. The red-clothed Gudu listens to the soft language, and the white horse frost maple passes the wild autumn.

Walking and preparing for the dust, the slanting sun is obsessed with each other, and the leisurely path is smiling. After Yanyan's cold rain drifted away, she was drunk and fragrant over the chrysanthemum.

Grow chrysanthemums. The frost branch jade is accompanied by the clouds, and the poetry of Yaotai is encountered. Three cups of sake have no intention of getting drunk, and the brocade strings are half-curved and affectionate.

The fragrant wind is ten miles to look at the fairy pavilion, and the bright moon is a round of thoughts. Who saw Mount Tai once made a hard work, and people spread the vicissitudes of the sea.

To chrysanthemums. Leisurely and tranquil, the ink writer's article is thoughtful. The swallow warbler is laughing, and the ape and crane are singing.

Turning the wingman up to the royal furnace, the prime minister likes to listen to the palace maid's voice. The grass number forgets worries and wishes, and Hua Ming cherishes the time with a smile.

For chrysanthemums. The barren grass is different in color, but the fragrance is moist and quiet. The calyx building is in front of the Yuan Liang house, and the agarwood pavilion is in the middle of the autumn.

A bottle of wine is waiting for the deceased to drink, and thousands of books are allowed to travel to the ink guest. The frost and dust are all dusted off, and they are compared to the chrysanthemum.

Chrysanthemum. Laughing at the bottom of the frost and dust leaves, the feelings are still auspicious. The Mid-Autumn Festival blooms before the moon, and the cold food is fragrant in the rain.

Seeing the geese in front of the fence, imitating a dream on the pillow of five more hearts. The meaning of Ling Frost is plum blossom solution, and the ancient autumn fragrance is so far.

Draw chrysanthemums. The stars and yellow armor are faint and crazy, and he doesn't think about the autumn screen. It is easy to chant elegant sentences in rhyme, and it is difficult to draw chrysanthemum frost on paper.

Autumn pity Pan Yue's sideburns and snow, and Han Si Xie Zhuang's clothes are fragrant. The burrow can not be described, and look at the row of geese to the west.

Ask Ju. The wind and cold king can know that the lonely fang thin shadow loves the frost hedge. Why do you look solemn? Is it too late for Jiao Rui to hide her shame and love?

Don't know if you're a person? Away from the pavilion and still have a guest thought? Everyone in the world is drunk with the beauty of spring, who is willing to pity you when you are alone?

Hairpin chrysanthemum. Ling Shuang was not in a hurry, and occasionally got Danqing and elegant makeup. Lonely Fang Jian is drunk with a thousand words, and Acacia Moyu is a book madness.

Proposed Sima Wen Tibetan meaning, but also read Zhaojun's sideburns dyed frost. The hairpin chrysanthemum has no plan, and listens to the goose calling the clouds.

Chrysanthemum Shadow. The remnants of the yellow leaves are not heavy, and the poetry is full of elegance. The lonely beauty is clear, and the amorous talent is drunk and exquisite.

Xiaoxiao cold rain invades the incense path, and the frosty wind sweeps the blue sky. The moon is faint and the light is lovesick, and the chrysanthemums are hazy in turn.

Ju Meng. The drunken line is clear, and the long pavilion ink goose calls the glow. The red light steps on the moon and sings a good sentence, and the white horse raises his mane and swears an oath.

The three-foot dragon spring dances in the snow, and a bottle of chrysanthemum wine listens to the rooster's crow. Mo Dao's frost hit Moye, and the yellow leaves and branches also have love.

Residual chrysanthemum. will eventually return to the hidden line, don't want to quietly bloom when the plum blossoms. The remnant chrysanthemum has a soul fragrance, and the thick frost loses its rhyme and the moon is not draped.

Draw the pot to drink wine and sigh for the death of the brother, and the pen is late for poems and rhymes. Tears are sent far away in front of the lamp, and next year the fence will tell the lovesickness.

Farewell. In the early autumn, the wind was full of flowers and the moon was full of branches, and now the cicadas are singing into a taste.

Lying on the cover, look at my heart, the bright moon is old, the dream is looking at the gentleman's window, the stars are scarce, life is ordinary, and I know each other across the mountains and waters.