When Wei is in September, the sequence belongs to Sanqiu. The water is cold and the pool is clear, and the smoke is purple. Yan Yan likes to walk on the road and watch the scenery to worship Afghanistan. Near the Emperor Changzhou, it is the old fairy temple. Mountains and clouds are heavy; Feige is full of blood, and there is no land under it. Heting ancient bamboo, the haunt of poor islands; Gui Dian Lan Gong is the posture of hills.
Embroidered and carved, Yamahara is full of vision, and Kawasawa is bold and unrestrained. Yan Lu, the hometown of Zhong Mingding's delicious food; Gechuan maze, bluebird Huanglong. Clouds selling rain Ji, colorful. The lonely ducks fly together in the sunset, and the autumn water is the same as the sky. Fishing boats sing late, the coastal sound is poor, the array is cold, and the sound breaks Hengyang Pu.
The distance is smooth and it is easy to fly. Cool breeze blowing gently, singing white clouds. There are bamboos in Suiyuan, which makes Peng Ze angry. Shui Ye Zhu Hua, a pen shining in Linchuan. Four beautiful things, two are difficult to combine. Poor in the sky, leisure is very entertaining. The sky is vast and the universe is infinite; Joy begets sorrow and knowledge is empty. Looking at Chang 'an in the sun, the martial arts will meet in the clouds. The terrain is deep in the South Pole, high in Tianzhu and far from Beichen. It's difficult to climb mountains and mountains. Who feels sorry for the lost people? Meet by chance, full of foreign guests. When I miss the emperor, what year was I in the mysterious room?
Ha ha! Bad luck, bad luck. Feng Tang is easy to get old, but Li Guang is hard to seal. Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, not without a master; Is there no time to escape from Hongliang to Haiqu? A gentleman plays it by ear and knows the world. When you are old and strong, you would rather be moved; Poverty is strong, not falling into the sky. I feel that Chanquan is very cool, but I am still very happy after doing it. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be accepted; The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late. Meng has noble taste and is free to serve the country; Ruan Ji is rampant, how can you cry at the end of the road?
Bob, who is three feet short, is a scholar. There is no way to ask for it, and the final army will be weak; With a pen and a bosom, Mu Zong is Changfeng. Give up hair for a hundred years, and Wan Li will faint in the morning. It is not a treasure tree in Xie Jia, but a neighbor of Montessori. He is becoming more and more palace, and he is accompanying carp; Today, I hold my hand and hope to hold the Longmen. Yang Yi doesn't pick up, caresses Lingyun and cherishes himself; What's shameful about playing with running water at the clock meeting?
Oh! There are not many resorts, so it is difficult to have a grand feast again. Lanting is gone, Zize Xu Qiu. Farewell words, thanks to Wei Wei; Climbing high to make contributions is to hope the public! Dare to exhaust feelings, respectfully, and draw inferences. All the words were given, and all four rhymes were done. Please sprinkle Pan Jiang, and each side will pour their own water into the sea.
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Shengquanyan
Riding on a lapel stone pedal, the spring water is listed.
The sky is blue and the mountains are smoky, and the pine sounds are wild.
Shadows float outside the leaves, but before the fragrance falls.
In Xingcha Tang Lin, it's getting late, and the heavy rocks raise the evening smoke.
Seeking Taoism is Chang Li's viewpoint, and he lives in the same place as Zhang Tianshi.
Cheese is divided into two parts, and the scale is booming.
The green altar clears the laurel sill, and the Dan cave loosens its pivot.
Three mountains in Yuji, five mountains in a golden box.
You can't get it, but you can't get it.
Sunny morning.
The mountains are open and the stone roads are dust-free.
The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry.
The heavy door is near the giant valley, and the building wants to worship it.
In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it.
Youfanyu Sanjue Temple
The fragrant pavilion is covered with green, and the carved platform controls the purple cen.
Ye Qishan has a dense diameter and deep flowers.
Luobo lives in the shadow of Zen, and Songmen listens to Sanskrit.
I am eager to accompany you, and I am tired of it.
Don't Xue Hua; Sublimate in autumn and bid farewell to Xue
Send as much as you want, and how long it will take to ask alone.
On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body.
You and I are wandering, and our lives are equally bitter.
Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream.
Farewell to Xue Hua and Xue Shenghua.
The bright moon sinks in Zhupu and the phoenix floats in Jinchuan.
The balcony is near the shore and the continent is long.
Wandering thousands of miles, living for a hundred years.
Tears are the only way, I am alone in the distance.
Mahang
Looking at the earth for a hundred years, Wan Li Road is tiring.
Find the way high and low, and listen to the sound of the spring.
Only the leaves of the stream can be separated, but the flowers of the mountain can't tell the names.
Where is the heart, the wind is sharp and the ape is clear.
Give master's book to Lu.
Don't hate the poor, but strive for self-improvement in the vacant room.
Years in the city, the sound of the piano is sparse.
Incomplete thoracotomy, many violations.
Dongyan is rich in pine and bamboo. Fortunately, it returned to that year.
Wei bingcao
Sign up for the wild age, don't be miserable.
The floating smoke of Sichuan Ji converges, and the mountains are bright and shining.
The eagle wind withered the late leaves, and the cicada dew cried the autumn branches.
The pavilion is far away and the clouds are far away.
Baixia Zhu Yi Tang Shao fu
The next post is poor, and the food year is long.
Get to know each other early, but stay in your arms.
The night in Pulou is low, and the country road is isolated from the wind and smoke.
How to get there? Chang 'an is near Japan.
Du Shaofu was appointed Zhou Shu.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? .
Mid-spring suburb
East Garden weeping willow path, west weir falling flower Tianjin.
Looking for March, the scenery is absolutely adjacent.
Birds fly to the village to wake up, fish play with educated youth.
Chuqingshan's yard is noisy there.
Jiaoxing
Singing solo in the empty garden, spending spring at leisure.
Eupatorium adenophorum invaded the diameter, and willow covered the long ditch.
Rain goes to flowers and wind goes to leaves.
Mountain people do not hesitate to get drunk, fearing green and respecting the air.
Suburban gardens are the best.
Clouds admire spring, and pine and bamboo grow old.
Breaking the mountain and painting obstacles, the county sliding shed piano.
The south pavilion is full of grass, and the north courtyard is deep in flowers.
Living in a leisurely place, you can smoke as you like.
Guanfosi
The lotus is strict, and the sacred toe of the pine cliff stays.
The old gold trace is shallow and the land is long and sparse.
This is a sad day. Shadows are covered before they are removed.
A total of graves are far away, and Russia regards the city as empty.
A mountain residence, giving gifts to Taoist Wang at night.
Jintan is sparsely populated, and there are many immortals in eastern Henan.
The flowers are exposed at night, and the peaks are cloudy in Qing Ye.
Oblique photos move mountains and shadows, and there are essays back to the sand.
The piano is waiting to be played, and the bamboo tree has been greeted.
There is also a Changli view in the south of Baxianjing Temple. You can go to the temple for several miles, the rock path is gentle and gentle, and you can lean back with your stick.
Nai Yuan Xin Ba Zheng and Yan Song visited Nine Immortals.
Help Luo peep at the fog, climb the forest and lean on the clouds.
Daibei bears a phoenix, and Liaoxi cranes ride a whirlwind.
Finally, I hope to get rid of the dust net and know the sky with my wings.
Return to the suburbs in spring
Leisure and hey, take a staff member to Yanquan.
The grass is green for the new belt, and the elm is green for the old money.
Fish beds invade the shore water, and birds travel into the mountains.
Going to the mansion again, flowers and trees are full of spring fields.
Duijiu spring garden Zuo
Throw it under the mountain pavilion and carry the wine river beam.
Narrow water and long mirrors, high flowers send fragrance.
Many songs are like songs, and butterflies dance.
Drunk naturally, not just thinking about the light of the year.
Beware of the immortals in your sight.
The jade shelf is hidden, and the old traces of Jintan are lost.
Take the flowers to Zixi, and step on Qingxi under the leaves.
The dew is still like milk, and the stone pulp is still like mud.
Why climb a ladder when you can turn into feathers?
The Long History of Autumn Farewell Kings
It's not a long journey, but it's a hundred years long.
Wait for the sun in the west and change the beam in the north.
The wild color cage is cold and foggy, and the mountain light gathers dusk smoke.
In the end, it was hard to serve, and Wilder died.
Far-off poems floating on the river.
The world is driven by the light of years, and Nakagawa is prosperous.
Green hills are full of leaves and red flowers.
The sound of spring is very loud, and the stream is behind. Hong Ying looked at the bridge ahead.
Looking at the spring, the river road is full of waves.
Changliu
In the morning, you smoke a cigarette, and in the evening, you rest in Yun Guan.
The evening breeze is clear and the valley is near, and the new moon shines in Wan Cheng.
The firewood in the suburbs sings back, and the golden fishing song returns.
I didn't meet the guests, and because of this, I eased my sadness.
Have a farewell dinner.
The guest's heart hangs on the road, and the wanderer is tired of the river.
The park is quiet, and it's cold outside the window at night.
Don't hate the sound of the piano, the scenery is in joy.
It is better to feel that mountains and rivers are far away and it is difficult to travel far.
Two songs of copper finch prostitute
Jinfeng is adjacent to Tongquetai, and Zhanghe looks at Yecheng.
The king is nowhere, and the terrace is like a lifetime.
The seats are uncontroversial and the songs are not tilted.
Xiling is cold and loose. Who can understand what it's like to continue the frontier?
Two songs of copper finch prostitute
My concubine is a prostitute in the deep palace, and the city is closed for nine times.
The king loves everything. Who are you singing and dancing for?
No more brocade, no more sewing.
Looking at the high platform in the northwest, I shed tears to the pine trees.
Yiyang drought
Chi pretended to invade Xiao Yue and rushed to the waiting stars.
The dangerous pavilion looks for Dan obstacles, and the beam is a green screen.
Shadows are lost in clouds and bees are lost in fog.
After this surprise, empty mountains fly at night.
Jiaoan's early departure and Lv Si
Invade the stars and violate the night, and take the moon to quit.
Re-injection of clear color, virtual rock to distinguish undercurrent.
The ape sang in the mountains, missed the dawn, and the fireflies dispersed the strong wind and fell.
Old friends are far away, and mist is floating in the countryside.
Linjiang two poems
Generally, it flows eastward and flies north.
When I go home, I have to say goodbye. They are all tired tourists.
Go to the farewell road and return to Hanzhou.
Under the leaves of the river, you should think about autumn in the old city.
Two Farewells between Jiang Ting and jathyapple
The Yangtze River is far away from the waters south of Taba, and the mountains are continuous, as if embedded in the clouds in Saibei.
On the autumn night in Jinting, no one sees tears leaving the group.
There is tangled smoke on the green steps, and the high moon shines on the south gate of Jiangting.
Lonely from the pavilion, the mountains are cold at night.