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Where are Wang Mian's poems?
Seven laws of mourning for Mr. Wang (2)

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What does my husband think of Zizhi's eyebrows now?

The weather is gloomy and the galaxy is miserable, and the southern spring is cold and the vegetation is sad 2.

Political affairs spread openly to the two provinces and talked about various departments.

With so many relationships, the green man's tears also hung down.

The third of the seven ways to mourn Mr. Wang

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In March, Yanshan listened to Zigui, and the memories made me cry.

Although the cause can be public, it is a pity that the article is not timely.

First frost is sad, the windows are bright and clean, the piano is cold and sad, and the bright moon sword is sad and sad.

Wan Li's feelings are different. Looking back at the spring breeze, who do you say to?

The Seven Laws is one of them.

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June frost in Luanshui City, yellow grass outside Donghuamen.

When the standard is moving, a thousand people point to it, and when the axe is bright, a thousand horses are busy.

The green elephant will not pass the national seal, and the purple camel will only lead the old yurt.

Zhu Lang couldn't understand the evil of dust and fought for the red door to enter the chapter.

The seven laws are the second thing.

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White grass and yellow sand are divided into wild colors, and ancient and modern sorrow and resentment are full of Kun.

Hong Fei gradually came to the frontier fortress, and the cold snow fell on the thistle gate.

The scenery is bleak, so what about human feelings?

If you know the machine, there will be dry mulberry water, and there will be mud before you enter the sky.

Lv Qi Ji Meng

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/kloc-On the evening of October 30th, Meng Qing suddenly went home.

Tell your mother about the world slowly and ask her what she does.

Trimming bamboo before the court does not change color, and all the old plums on the stream are in flower.

Sitting on the mountain window listening to the tea tripod, I miss the wind and rain.

Lv Qi Huiyou

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Last night, the north wind shook the earth and the sword flashed snow.

Read the hero's tears, and pour your feelings when you drink.

When we meet, we should talk about the guests, which is worthy of the former alliance.

Han Jiajiu 'an, why only talk about Jia Sheng?

Lv qi Guo Yu pu

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The boat on the 18-mile river can't do it, and the river will ask the tide the day before.

I didn't wait to be summoned to Jinma, but I saw flowers in Jincheng.

In Wan Li, the spring breeze is good, even colder and rainy.

An old friend, with ancient ideas, can talk about the ancient Gull-Heron Alliance.

Seven laws and the scenery in front of us

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Spring grass in Jiangbei is fragrant, and willow branches in Jiangnan are yellow.

Seagulls fight for water, while cold birds fight against the wind.

When you wake up, you are not a drunk madman.

Yesterday, I laughed at the boy who stopped the street and the girl who killed him.

Seven Laws Send Yu Wen Zi Zhen

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In the suburbs, I temporarily dropped out of school to work, and still planted a loyal and sacred dynasty.

A romantic altar shines brightly, and the three strategies of heaven and man are fluttering.

The voiceless sound is enough to make the tide rise, and the straight pen would rather quit the pavilion.

How can you say that firewood is unintentional?

One of the seven rhymes

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I have forgotten my plane for a long time, and all the gulls and birds in the Jianghu are suspicious.

Yellow flowers surround the house like lyna, and the snow is full of beds without children.

What good is a pseudonym behind your back? There are many things in the world that you don't need to know.

An old friend has a hidden appointment, so don't wait for Qiu Feng's old Guizhi.

Seven rhymes and two rhymes

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There are no chariots and horses in the savage's residence, and the wormwood tree outside the door is tall.

It rained for three days at the foot of the stone and the roof was loose.

It's ridiculous to take your own paintings to the countryside for exhibition. The salary in the kitchen is only for yourself.

The bottom of the box was covered with moss, and at night it suddenly became an old dragon.

Seven methods, one of which is sent in the rain.

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It's dark and cloudy, and there is no shortage. The skeleton has no words and the sword is long and awn.

There are dreamers thousands of miles away in the green hills, and the bright moon thousands of miles away from home.

Deer walk on the plain and the sand is boundless, and dragonflies surf in the sea.

Looking at each other's homesickness, leaning against the dangerous building is still generous.

Seven laws, send happiness in the rain, second

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When will an old friend return to the Spring Festival and listen to the breeze to wash cigarettes?

The horse in the north is as proud as snow, and the water in the south is as sky.

Mochow's strings are unique in Pu Tao Pavilion. He likes to sing and sing.

Fortunately, from Yueyang Tower, the Dongting is bright and the moon shines.

Lv Qi Hou Xue

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I can't see the mountain today. It's too cold for Gankun gangsters.

No one knows the moonlight in the old days, but the plum blossoms in the New Year are just right.

The bitter general lives in the north of Saibei, and he has more pity for the guests in Chang 'an.

Can't bear to say more, lean on the twelve pillars of the dangerous building.

Lv qi man mu Qing shan Xuan

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It's like painting a picture everywhere, and the Taoist priest lives here.

I don't know my fame in the world, but I feel that there are few chariots and horses in front of me.

At four o'clock, Feng Yue smiled proudly, and Gan Kun had been in the house for a long time.

If you are born with a nymph, you want to be ashamed of it.

Lv Qi's rhyme

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Every day, people sigh and only hear China and North Korea talk about peace.

In the Wan Li, mountains and rivers are swinging wildly, and even the wind and rain swords lament.

Does Huan Wen know Wang Meng? Xu Shu never knew Kong Ming.

Don't blow off the plug in the flute, wild flowers and idle grass will be submerged.

Lv Qi Zhu Xi Xuan

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Castle peak faintly brings the river, and the window on the river is quiet.

Tourists often enjoy the four seasons in the cool, even though it rains three times.

The blue sky moves the sunrise phoenix, and the moonlight moves the water floor.

In the middle of the night, dreams are ringing, but songs are blowing in Yangzhou.

Lv Qi Jiangyue Building

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Yongjia city is like a bucket, and it is like a peak.

The moonlight on the river is white upstairs, and the wind shakes the sea.

Monks here are very prosperous, and idle guests are not spared from boarding.

I want to fly with you, and I want to call the immortal * * * to blow.

Lv Qi He Lin Pavilion

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Huiji Lingu wins in the southeast and the new pavilion is also strong.

Dense trees don't know where the clouds are, and the sound of water is often heard in the deep mountains.

Quiet and secluded, fishing firewood can be hidden, and there is no king to thank for the tour?

I want to pursue Du Li with a poem, but romance is not a gift.

Seven dharmas sent monks to Fujian

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In September, Wu Yehong, Fujian does not feel the autumn wind.

The host suddenly moved to his hometown to pay attention to his thoughts, and he didn't say goodbye to the guests.

Isn't white hair old? Castle peak is still the same as before.

When you return to the checkpoint, you should be happy for the rain and dew.

Annotation of works

Precautions:

[1] Clear gas: aromatic gas.

[2] Color: refers to the faint ink color of plum blossom in ink painting.

Generation: Yuan

Author: Wang Mian

Works: plum blossom

Content:

In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were as green as drops.

No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.

Year: Yuan

Author: Wang Mian

Works: Bai Mei

Content:

In the snow forest,

Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.

Suddenly, the breeze blew all night,

Bulk price Gankun Wan Li Spring.