Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.

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I'm so new here. I'm talking like a tiger. A piece of Leng Xiang is only a dream, very thin and poetic. The standard situation has long been known.

Pale yellow willow (chanting willow)

I haven't slept for three days. It's autumn. A tree swallows cicadas in the setting sun and leaves Fuling at a time. Flocculent leaves are rolled up by the wind, empty and sad.

Don't fold the strip easily, Su Xiaohan and Qian said. Be a guest of Taiwan Province in autumn, travel and metallurgical chapter. The red bridge is empty, the skirt splashes open, and the wind is still gone.

Xiange (Huang Kui)

I can't attract you, just look at Taoist makeup. Ask others if they are fashionable. For loneliness, I can't judge Yichun, but I proudly set the standard and open it to late autumn.

Unreasonable frivolous rain, dripping hurts sandalwood's heart, and the mayor of the small stack palace is wrinkled. Why complain about sadness and love for Qiu Guang, which has been thinned by the west wind for a few days? It is better to lean on the sunset than to lean on tea.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.

Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.

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The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.

Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.

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Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.

A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.

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It didn't stop raining until after the flowers, and there was no language between the fingers. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse.

Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes.

and

The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.

The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.

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The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Dream well, don't wake up, and let him benefit.

Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag.

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Stay in spring and live for the haggard spring, and half an hour will run back to the rain. Cherry is sold in the deep alley, and the sound of rain is more charming.

At dusk, tears flow clear and flowers fall. With the sound of warblers, the east wind is in March.

(The second sentence in Xiaque's handwriting is "forbearance". )

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Ask why you are suicidal, and how many months can you get together a year? Willow looks like silk at first glance, so the garden is in late spring.

Spring can't come back, and two oars separate the pine flowers. The past was driven away by the cold wave, and the crying and resentment did not disappear.

Yun Song's orders about temples.

The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Meet each other and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossom shovel, and the east wind is thin all night.

Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.

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On Yun Song's sideburns, a piece of red jade-like stone. At the beginning of the month, I was affectionate and sent pear blossoms. Half-paid women are careless, dizzy in the light tide, and only love the breeze to wake up.

Lu Huaqing is very quiet. Afraid of being spied by lang, he moved the mirror of qingluan. The stockings are unstable, and the small fans are single-clothed, which can resist the cold in front of the stars.

Baiziling (Suhan 2 nd Village)

Ruthless wildfire, and the west wind burns all over the world. Elms are stuffed back into the snow and ice, cooled to the temples, and blown old. The horse hissed, moved, and merged into sorrow. I will know how much Yu Lang has lost tonight.

It's just that my brain is full of fat, and it's still hard to digest, and it's a waste of cigarettes. What's more, after Wen Yuan gaunt, it is not easy to get drunk. Back to the cold peak, the city is far away, and the dream is around the mountain. There are many feelings, only the whistling is high.

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Life can be a few, it is better to stay out of it and hate Ye. Just before respect, I smiled and it's time to go. The lamp picks the residue, and the furnace smoke Ruo is exhausted, and there is nothing to say. One day is cold, and the sweet soul steals this night.

Afraid of seeing people go to the empty building, willow branches are safe, and there is still a moon between the windows. Live in the depths of fragrance, regret lapels. Still warm, still cold and green, adding sadness to the touch. Worrying will make you sick, and you know who to talk to.

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Green Xu, sigh heavy courtyard, what is spring return? All day, the dust was blown away, but the fans sleepwalked home. Things are long, careers are not smooth, eyes are drunk, and the sun is setting. Sad and afraid to ask, where is the golden drum?

At night, the moonlight is like silver, and the clothes are single and the shadows are sparse. Who knows this feeling, and said that old friends should not go. Counting the fallen flowers, I can't sleep, especially in an idle mood. I sighed deeply, but there were only parrots in the west corridor.

Once again (the feeling of abandoned garden)

That piece of red flew away, and the east wind was silent, only urging drifting. Who used thrush Shang Lue for rouge on the stone and dew on the flower? The jade bottle is heavy, the purple money cover, and the sparrow steps on the golden bell rope. Shao Hua is like a dream. He is looking for a good dream.

It's a hollow beam of gold powder, nesting swallows, and a mouthful of fragrant mud falls. How excited I was when I wanted to write to you. When plum beans were round, willow cotton floated, and I forgot the agreement at that time. In the sunset, Ran Ran's soul is broken and its corners are divided.

Pale crimson lips (at first glance at Huanghuacheng)

The night light is cold, and the snow is flat on the pile. What is the limit of the west wind? Look at it with clothes on.

I'm confused about this. I don't feel like I've grown up. When Dan, the little stars want to disperse and fly to Pingsha geese.

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It's cool in the yard and I feel thin when I'm late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.

Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls.

Once again (chanting orchids)

There is a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to wash it. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind.

What's the point of fighting for autumn? Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first.

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A moth's eyebrow, the lower chord is not as good as the upper chord. Why is Geng Lang sad before he is old?

The plain wall shines obliquely, and the bamboo shadow scales the window. The empty room was silent, the crow was about to break dawn, and I went down to the west building again.

And (send it to Nanhai Liang Medicine Hall)

A dust-collecting hat can't keep you. Where is the sail, Nanpu Shen Xiangyu.

Looking back on my romantic life, I live in Zizhu Village. Lonely words, Sansheng will make a promise, but what about the Hongliang couple?

Tea Pinger

Cherry blossoms landed in Yanghua Third Path, under the greenwood tree, swept by swallows in sunny waves, and the beautiful scenery turned into a pavilion. Swing back, the wind is like yesterday.

Unfortunately, spring is always bleak, people are thin, kites are evil, and there are many fragrant notes. Qingluan has gone, who will persuade him to act alone?

Pick mulberry seeds

Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers?

This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.

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Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.

Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't do this. It's all over and the moon has gone west.

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Xia Tong hasn't flown over Joan for a long time. Who else? Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight.

The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.

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Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.

I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?

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Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.

Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.

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Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret.

Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling.

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Who put the ice wheel on the sea? The sky is full of disappointment. Never say goodbye, but on a beautiful night, tears are always zero.

We should only meet again under the blue sky, and that is this life. Can survive this life, just when I was in a hurry, I thought of you again.

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Turn on the light, the book is red, but it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and cold flowers separate Yu Di in the dream.

It rained in the middle of the night and the leaves rustled. In the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces versus Xie Qiao.

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Cool dew, fragrant and moist, with dark drops of flowers. Who shakes the shade and swallows wicker in the wind?

Cosmetic box, dancing kite, open the frequency cover, sandalwood powder accidentally. Tears welled up. Last night, I felt a dream.

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Soil flowers have been dyed in Hunan, Hubei and India, and lead tears are hard to disappear. Who rhymes? Not a rhinoceros, but a phoenix.

You should only grow purple with the flow and cut the autumn tide. Parrots steal to teach, see Yu Di didn't ring.

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Zhu Lan stood by in white, and the moon set in the west. When the temples are frosted, do you know if you can come back?

The remnants are even more jaw-dropping, and the size is still thin. Acacia blindly, like the old days.

Once again (stuffed with snow)

Non-caring and light, cold places are better. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world.

Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.

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The moon is affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and now she is laughing at me. Live up to the longing for love, walk alone and sing alone.

I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams?

The other (ninth)

In late autumn, no one can remember who, and the leaves rustle. The country road is far away. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.

Good times cherish the scenery, not for climbing. I only feel the needle of my soul. Nan Yan is even more lonely after she comes back.

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It will be lonely. I want to talk about my life. It's late at night, and a sad song is dark with tears.

You know, autumn leaves and spring flowers promote the stars. In the case of wine, you must pour, a thousand years' reputation, ten thousand years' reputation, Mo Wen.

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The frost rises frequently, and the frost is empty in my face. Forgetful and hazy. The cold felt curtain is not red.

A GouCui confused looked back at the west wind. Where the bell is sparse, it is like a dream.

Tour (Juyongguan)

In Zhou Sheng, Yan Guanzhi, lantern, step on the yellow dust. How long does it take to listen to the newspaper and send emails?

Pedestrians don't talk about the past, it's stormy and lonely. It's a day to keep the mountain cold and cross.

You (Wing Chun Yu)

Young smoke dyed goose fillet, like the wind. As a whole, I was thin and tired by the cold of spring.

Cool invasion Meng Xiaoguang cicada greasy, slightly red fat. I didn't hesitate to grind it into lichen.

Pipa Fairy (Mid-Autumn Festival)

Blue sea year after year, who is missing the ice wheel? Autumn fragrance is blowing, as clear as snow. If you look at a sunny night, you will know that it will be sad. Just now, yes, the old moon.

Playing hide-and-seek on the flower path has angered the leaves. Remember whether it is light or small, and it is cold and hot several times. Only the end, pretending to be full of feelings, forever boundless, never give up. A purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold.

Mingyuejiao Lonely Boat Haidian

This is an empty place. Dancing in the west wind. Bai Niao began to fly, the leaves were in chaos, and people talked intermittently.

A single refutation of Rainy Night in Autumn. The wind blows to Yue Nv. The faint crow remembered the sound of the broken pulley. How much Boshan emotion.

Romantic son (shot in the autumn suburbs)

The grass in the plain is withered, and after Chongyang, the yellow trees are Sao Sao. I remember Yule's hair. When the flowers fell, she picked up the green flowers and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are gone, and the frost shadow is red and withered. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke weaves, soap carvings fly all over the sky, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.

Life must be carpe diem, you know. It's easy to get cold feet Saying goodbye to Dong Jun is boring. How famous is it? I won, wearing a jacket to shoot tigers and selling wine in the western suburbs. Then I waved my hair at the shadow of the sunset and leaned back on the horse.

Old fisherman

Autumn wind is better than lotus.

People are dizzy, and the water is blown into the piccolo.

well

It's a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones, red and cold. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves. Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow.

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Yellow moss returns to the road, where there is the smell of powder and clothes. The news is too heavy. I miss you very much tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain, half blown away by the wind.

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In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.

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Ten thousand accounts are drunk, and the stars are teetering. Dreams are separated by the Wolf River and broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is boring.

Meet Huan

Wei Yun touched a distant mountain, cold and soluble, just like a personal thrush.

Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop.

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Falling flowers are like a dream, sad and confused; The red sun set to the west of the building, and the room was filled with the smell of musk deer.

Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me.

Qiaojinmen

The wind is blowing and the water is crystal clear. A mirror of wet clouds is still clear, and the rain clears up.

Who sweeps snails in dreams? Outside the curtain, the fallen petal is red and small. It's quiet to sleep alone. Where's the trouble?

Jin people show off their plates (Ye Jing temple visits lotus and has friends with his grandson)

The lotus wind is light, the lotus is cold, the rainbow is broken, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first released. The fields are covered with green, and fish are floating in the sunset. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs on the sheep's nest and sleeps and combs her hair.

That old path, that road, is heavy and full of sadness everywhere. I want to swim on Lake Furong. The red dress is messy, lying and watching the peach leaves send to Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew down the dream of Jiangnan, which was full of dragons.

Spread happy sand.

The wind has blowing in the wind, and the mud lotus has just become a lotus root; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life.

People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.

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Drunk in front of the lamp for an instant, hate like a spring dream. Outside the window, the moon is light and the rain is light, one after another.

People's feelings are sentimental and thin, and now they are really not sentimental. I heard the partridge singing again, low pavilion.

Huanxisha

If you want to worry about the wild goose, the west wind will make the wine miserable. Yellow flower season, the sky is blue.

The ancient garrison was misty, and the sunset red village was relieved. I don't know how many people have fought.

Tour (Jiangnv Temple)

Sunset falls into the sea, neon is broken, and the girls' hall is cold day and night. Spider silk on the jade dust net.

Chenghai Tower is towering into the sky, and Wang Mi-shi is there, leaving a doubt. Six kings are like dreams.

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It is hard to know that it is rainy and cold, and it is possible to return to the apricot blossom line. Last year, the barrel was high and light.

If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.

Also (Hongqiao nostalgia, and Wang Ruan

It flows safely every year. A water cry shortened the pavilion autumn. The bright moon shone in Yangzhou in the old days.

It used to be a long beach, and Qingyang was alienated. Yugou ramp is near the lost building.

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Heading for Yunshan. The north wind interrupted the horse's neigh. Late autumn is far away.

At dusk, a touch of smoke keeps the base, and the half pole is partial to the old city. When will ancient and modern grievances be settled?

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Accustomed to the stormy waves of the end of the world, Leng Yun faded away from autumn. The man woke up from his sleep and went upstairs again.

With my rustling, I only replaced a horse, and I laughed at the silent man and a cow. Working people only take a lifetime vacation.

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Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li Sand, who beat the frost on the temples. Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.

Soul and dream can not be separated from the golden bow and defense. Draw a jade crow fork. Poor thing, lose a penny.

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Thousands of willows send horseshoes, and old geese fly south in the north. Who among the guests will change into spring clothes?

At the end of my life, I returned to the sunset, and I dreamed of it in a spring. I just said goodbye to you for a long time.

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It is not difficult to remember long lines. Yingying was separated from Yinwan from now on. There will be no snow and destruction.

When the bluebird cuts the brocade, the jade bug cuts the spring flag overnight. Can't help trying.

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Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.

Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.

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Lotus flowers leak three and a half candles, apricot flowers are slightly wet and light, so it's boring to send red beans?

Spring has seen strong wine, and I am confident to return home.

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Wind bun throws autumn grass. The wet moon is cold and silent. At that time, Tanabata was deeply allied.

I believe in the legend of feather clothes and regret teaching Luo socks to bury the whole city. Rain bells are singing in the air.

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Half a ray of sunshine shines obliquely on the small building, and the bamboo curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook. You can't rest assured by leaning on the bar.

There is an Yingying riding a horse, with elegant makeup and romantic clothes. See people shy but turn back.

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Who got the news of rejecting frost? Two rows of slanting geese are blue and eternal, and the scenery in late autumn is bleak.

The silver garlic curtain is silent, and the jade hairpin knocks on the candle. Huanghua is also near Chongyang.

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Who knows that wandering is not pitiful? The old season is full of flowers, and heartbroken people have gone through the years.

It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.

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Shili Lake is full of wine, and the green curtain reflects the low level of Baipingzhou. The west wind listens to the harvest of ling.

Sometimes, with sleeves on the beach, you can draw a boat at once. Back to the silent evening makeup building.

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Can draw emblem cold screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.

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Rain breaks the phoenix tree, tears begin to harvest, and self-pity and self-pity. I hate old relationships that cost money.

The peach man has gone, and the moss marks are empty. Where are the eyebrows like hooks?

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If you want to ask Jiang Mei how thin she is, just look at Cui Luo's skirt. Musk deer is cold and cherishes smoke.

If you can keep out the cold, lean on bamboo for a long time and teach Chun to open the door. Loquat flower bottom is better than scholar.

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The first few lines of the tearful red note made people afraid to open the window. That can make a good time.

The barrier is tired of seeing gold and jade paintings, and Luo Yi is not resistant to water and agarwood. Eyebrows are just common.

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Sleepy-eyed and self-supporting, when the cicada falls under the curtain. Worried about damaging the waist at night.

Far faith does not return to empty hope, and the details of the secluded period are uneven. What is more resistant to thinking?

Also (outing sentence)

Out of the country, spring has stopped (Chen), the east wind is not cold (Qin Songling), and Qingcun went to Xishan (Yan) several times.

If you don't have to worry about the long road in Xiu Yuan (Chiang Kai-shek), and don't let go of a cup of leisure (Zhu Yizun), life is often unsatisfactory (Nalan Xingde).

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The pink pond is covered with moss, and the swallows are rushing to the mud camp. Jealous that he flew away and flew back.

Just after riding near Meili, a sail came from Ouxi. Boshan furnace was not completely destroyed.

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In the five-character poem, one glance at it teaches the disabled to fold the scholar. Holding nepotism. I was in love.

Farewell to the afterlife and dreams, haggard and sad years. The sunset is still small and bright.

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Eighteen years, falling into the world, blowing flowers and chewing hearts to make ice strings. Where do you send your love?

Purple jade hairpin inclined lamp shadow back, red cotton powder cold pillow letter bias. See the benefits but be silent.

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The heartbroken class has not returned, and the embroidered screen locks the phoenix flute. A spring has endless dreams.

It is difficult to care about grass. It won't be ruined.

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It's easy to smell it near the painting screen, and countless branches cover half the window. The storm is too narrow to pity your mother.

I'm still disappointed when I don't answer the language, but I'm a little confused when I do business. It's just the moonlight tonight.

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Write down Luo Shen lightly, knowing that a smile is a deep frown. Ten days of poor spring.

Cover the thin cold and apply soft barriers, and hold a thin shadow to rely on Fang Yin. I couldn't accidentally smell the incense dust.

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Twelve red curtains are deep, and then move socks to meditate. It's sunny and sunny, but it's sunny and cloudy.

The beads are wrapped in three characters, and Baochai is distracted by the bun. Decide why lapels are wet.

It is more difficult to harvest shark beads because flowers are like running water. I often dare not comb my hair after I get sick.

All the way to Lv Yun to repair bamboo, half the window is full of sorrow. I just put the curtain hook down.

It's easier to see divorce than difficulties. It's hard to forget the past.

There is a shadow in front of the lamp tonight, and the letter on the pillow is empty. No one and * * * cold spring.

(sent to Yan Sunyou)

A fishing tube is buried next to Oudang Bridge, and Dorothy is heading east of Wuhu. The pen bed and tea stove are too leisurely.

There is short-walled ginkgo rain, which is also a high-profile magnolia wind. Thrush painting hibiscus freely.

Ni (Academy II)

The empty beam in Lei Yan painted a cold wall, and flowers and rain were scattered in the sky. The imprint of Xiang Qing and Brahma is endless.

At first glance, the butterfly looks at the shade, and the cherry is half a bird. At this time, I forgot to say anything.

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The fallen leaves are full of ice, and the setting sun still shines on the low pavilion. After the temple was abandoned, it lost its title.

Leaning on horses, inscriptions, cockfighting, dialing Buddha headlights, clearing dust and giving gifts.

Here we go again (Little Ulla)

Birch houses, fish clothes and willows make a city, and Long Lin stirs waves and flies to drive Haidong.

I still remember the traces of the army base, and I don't know where the Vatican bell rang, so I don't know what nonsense it is.

In May, the wheat in the south of the Yangtze River is thin, and there is light rain in Huangmei season. Watch the swallow teach the chicken to fly.

The water is as dark as a picture, the peaks are innocent and the sun is shining. Who splashes their skirts and goes fishing in Los Angeles alone?

Here we go again (chanting even, and Yun)

Slightly dizzy, the flowers are wet, and the light shadow is sad all my life. Dream back to doubt in the distant mountain building.

The waning moon peeps at the golden bow, and the soft wind swings the jade curtain hook. Listen to the neighbors tell her to comb her hair.

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How can you wake up more anxious after drinking? Last year, the barrel was high and light.

The night rain lost weight several times, and it was as prosperous as a dream. Where in the world to ask affection.

Once again (except at night)

Luxury is collected in cold places, and red branches are still remembered in dance skirts. Whose house is waiting for the spring breeze.

Bamboo leaves hang upside down to pick swallows, and nine lights quiver with golden worms. The romantic ending is close to heaven.

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Throw away the unwarranted hatred, and if it grows longer, Ciyun will come back to life. Try to explain the wonderful lotus theory in detail.

But all sentient beings are full of wishes and where to think. Sealed cigarette and candle combined with ileum.

Subtract Mulan

Candles swaying, cold and sparse, just want to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking about it.

The sky is blue and there is an appointment between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver-haired man to communicate with a China man, but he is willing to endure the wind and rain.

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There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix.

Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.

Youxinyue

I don't want to wear makeup at night, but draw my eyebrows in the mirror. Be sure to stay awake, rain and smoke are invincible.

Don't teach the stars to find a place, stay together. This night, the red chamber is as sad as heaven and earth.

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Without evidence, where will Qian Shan go? Without audio books, Dongfeng will turn green every day.

Spring is good in my hometown, so I have to sweep the fallen flowers myself. Don't hurt Spring, you are so abnormal.

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The flowers are cold-eyed, and I regret coming late to find spring. Know this life, know this life, see you.

Born beautiful, don't believe in lovesickness. Solved the pain of acacia, and Han Ping had a branch.

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From the beginning of teaching Iron Stone, I cherish it every time I see flowers bloom. Tears are hard to disappear, and a drop of smoke damages a jade.

Pity Iraq is too cold, sparse bamboo shadow and paper window. When Pei Huan returns to the moon, please remember acacia.

Magnolia order (imitating ancient characters)

If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.