Xu Hun rose from the west wing in the morning to pity the depths of shearing waves, and picked a piece of Cui Ninghong. The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River.
Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, sleepy, listening to the morning chickens in the border town to ride, worrying about sleeping to cover the night. Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night. You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later.
In the early morning of Yu Shinan, the morning light shines on all the tiles, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves. Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building. Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes.
From the morning in beginning of spring, it suddenly began to snow in Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao was everywhere. This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard. In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods.
Zhang Jiuling went out of the county forest in the morning, walked all morning in Beilin, and Xiao had a rest. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts.
Wang Bo closed in the morning, the mountains were open, and the slate road was clean. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it.
Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sang autumn wind, and purple flowers blew late. The bamboo forest is swaying and the pool water is woven into a trickle. Delicious dance sleeves with pink makeup floor. In spite of your kindness, Wan Fan plays the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiuyun changed the copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were pale. Eta Ursa major moves and the sun is shining. Gaiyin Lotus Peak Que, Array Shadow Pterosaur City. When you knew it, you didn't meet it. It hurt you.
Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's trip to Chen Qiu was dusk, and they had a chat for the time being. Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy. Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown. Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold.
Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiulu Guan Yu early cold, Jintang autumn return. The palm is brighter than the net, and the lotus is smaller. Frost turns into dawn liquid, and the moon is full of brilliance. No Wu Tai, get your clothes wet.
Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted the autumn moon, and the moon was full of mirrors and round wheels. The dew is cold and the frost is cold. The color is leaking and sparse, and the floating light is in a hurry. It's not safe to fly south.
Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted about the cold current of autumn water in the north, and the jade wheel was clear. The picture is bright and the handwriting on the moon is bright and beautiful. Pan-curved kite line moves, and it's a surprise with Feng Xuan. Only in the imperial ditch, I am sad and ruined.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted autumn shadows and jade autumn, and golden fireflies shone on cold nights. Full of doubt and suspicion, but also afraid of frost and fire. Scattered colors linger in vain, and flowers float around the bridal chamber. If you are tired of hanging curtains, you should cherish the remaining light.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted Qiuju to show off the night, singing is ten steps. Laugh at Huang Tian and shake the wind with Cui * *. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance connected across the bank. Jin Qiaotu can be popular, but whose jade is it?
Wang He and Qiu Jiuyan, Mao Sima of Zichuan, hand in hand to bid farewell to Haige, pointing to Jianggan. When the array goes to the cold river, the book belongs to the jade to keep out the cold. It is easy to fly with the moon, but difficult to separate from the smoke. When the same Gu Ying, brush feather Pan Qinglan.
Du Fu's morning rain, light rain and morning light smell on the early leaves. Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates against the clouds. For the time being, the wood is light, and the birds and animals touch it. Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon.
The sheep scholar looked up at the forest in the morning of Nanchi last month, and he was natural and unrestrained. What happened to Brother Ling? The lotus pond knows how to walk alone The clothes are cool when dipped in bamboo, and the tea is clear until the stone spring is clear. Advocating that the former is virtuous and thin, the frog tries to sing.
In the afternoon in Juyuan Yang, the government waited on the dressing gown, and the colorful wisps were still beautiful, and the Lingfeng volume reopened. The party should arrive in five days and nine days. When summer comes back, the hair in barnyard grass is clear. Knowing from a distance is timely, and the knife ruler is urged by the fire cloud.
In the morning, Ouyang Zhan installed the village shop and went out to the west of the moon, and the woodcock buzzed. Travel lights sit all night, and the bag is tied to the morning sign. Silent people are still sleeping, and the sky is not clear. There is no rest, there is a process before doing things.
In the winter morning, Liu Yuxi sent a message that the trees in Lotte Pavilion were moving, the birds were moving and the county government was still ringing. The lights are red and the wine is white. Too little hair, too much comb, and a bad face. Whoever sings alone should be sent to Luoyang city.
Bai Juyi and his dream of winter morning spread at five o'clock in the morning, and the cock crowed for the third time. The account is calm, and the window is bright and clean. The book says that warm wine is reborn when the lights don't go out. Listen to the acropolis first.
In the morning, Li Deyu recalled the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks. If the bamboo shoots are low, there should be more loose covers. The mountain slides with the ice and the forest flies over it. Don't bother to smell the crane before playing the bitter cold song.
There are two songs in Xu Hun in the morning (the last one is called "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The osmanthus trees are covered with green layers, and the wind is slightly misty. The eaves fall on the moon, and the residual light reflects. The fragrance is cold, and the autumn water is clearer. If you have nothing to do, why not stay with the monks?
Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the last one was titled "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The waning moon is full of smoke and dew, and the door is covered with bamboo. The water bug sings the threshold, and the mountain bird goes down the empty step. Look at the hair in the mirror and send it in autumn. Knowing the north window guest, the sky is good with the world.
Xu Hun arrived at Nanting in the morning and showed off a dream fishing rod in Nanzhai of Peiming House. The moon was still broken in the morning. The dew is heavy, the fireflies are grass, and the wind is high. The pool is bright and the mountain is cold. I love Tao Pengze more and have no intention of discussing going to the official.
Xu Hun dressing gown (Luo Zhong's water is sweet, Luo Zhong's water is sweet) takes a few months to eat, and it's a long journey to the west. In the morning, the cock crows in the distance and the goose rises from the cold pond. Clouds roll four mountains of snow, wind condenses thousands of trees and frost. Who is the Ranger? He got drunk in blue pond.
In the morning, Xu Hun bid farewell to Master Wu's chanting and was defeated by the futon. Zhong Yunhua is still gathering, and the moon is everywhere. Open a temple in the clear mountains, blind and cold in autumn water. I hate going alone, and there are thousands of beaches in Qian Qian.
Xu Hun Langshangren Hospital sits in the morning cool leader, and there is no star in the moon. The mountain fruit falls in the autumn courtyard, and the waves open the morning court. The wind is blowing, and Gui Lu is invisible. Thinking of Jiangnan Temple, Yan Zhai smelled chanting.
Zhao Wei was tired of sleeping for 20 days yesterday, listening to the morning chicken riding in the border town, worrying about sleeping and covering the night girl. Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, and then watch the long night cry. You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later.
It's cool and quiet in the morning. I have been able to get rid of my thoughts and my rest. When the water bearer got up for the first time, he was temporarily surprised when he returned to Deng Yan. It's impossible not to let go, and the gap is dusty.
On the autumn morning of Du Xun River, there is a feeling of falling leaves, and travelers are surprised by their first dreams. Zhong Gang was resting on the pillow, and it had already happened. Pubic hair doesn't grow black, and family and friends don't have long feelings. And fair trade, returning farmland without commitment.
Weng Chengzan got up outside the bamboo porch in the morning and felt happy. Give birth to a family early, and the lonely moon shines on the river. Eat calamus and epimedium when traveling, and remember radish when you return to your heart. The statue is like a piece of land, expressive and crazy.
Cao Song taught him to stay up in the morning and keep the curtains bright. The forest lasted for several months, and the wind was cold. And birds have bells, and lotus leaves the fog. Don't worry about camping during the day, the road is endless.
Li Jianxun's small garden in spring is full of apricot flowers in the morning. You should know that promotion takes a spring, so don't look back and get tired. Birds are whispering in the wind, while bees are still wet. You can drink or not, give a crown.
Wu Heguo's "Chaomen" hides the cultivation art, and "Chaomen" hides the customs. The name of the Tao can be cheap, and the heart can be idle. This is the realm of right and wrong between heaven and earth. With contempt for Kong Xuan's father, he never came back.
In the early morning in Shandong, it was dark and the river was low and messy. Insects fly to the bright moon, magpies fall flowers around. Jin Lan Zhangbei River, Wen Yi drum jade box. Where there are crows, there is darkness and dark clouds.
Bai Juyi stays in the forest before the bird moves in the morning and goes to the east room in the morning. A bronze furnace adds morning fragrance, while a sarong extinguishes residual candles. After waking up, the wind recovered slightly and my eyes were full. Sit up without thinking and kowtow for thirty-six. How to break fast, a cup of mica porridge.
Xu Hun has been boating since Lengga Temple in the morning, and there are lush gardens and trees in the road. How bad is the gift? There are birds outside the clouds, and there are thousands of fireflies in the autumn grass. The door is covered with the moon. Zhu Lan is very light and there is no wind. Want to know how melancholy this road is, Polygonum rhombifolium is even connected with the Forbidden City.
In the morning, Xu Hun Baiyun Tower sent a message to the prospective master of Longxing River, and presented a message to Dou Xiucai. Today, this building is a post station in my hometown, and my hometown's letters are full of sadness. The mountains are green and the water is heavy, and the water opens thousands of miles to hold the city. At the beginning of the east extension month, the monk was appointed, and the remnant flowers in Nanpu did not return. If you want to lift your spirits, you can give it to the autumn wind magnolia.
In the morning in Xichi, Pi Rixiu, Aoki Komori brought wine, and the cool wind led around the pavilions. Jade people carried it away several times, and a hibiscus flower bloomed with the sun. The leaves are buried deep in the fishing boat, and the fish overflows the cup. Climbing a mountain under a bamboo curtain, Levin forgot for ten nights.
In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Chen, Ruan Zhaoyou entered the rooftop with a new stone road, and the clouds and grass were quiet. Foggy clouds are unconscious, and Shui Mu's dream is empty. Often crows rock next month, and dogs bark in the cave from time to time. I don't know where this place belongs, so I have to ask my master about Taoyuan.
Liu Jian's morning chicken, Zhu Guanjin, has been reported loudly in the morning, far away from the colorful hair. If you are ashamed to pay tribute to Chu first, you will believe that you are good at pushing Qin alone. Huainan is also accompanied by fairy dogs, and Hangu has been allowed to borrow Xiao. On this day, I pecked water humbly and was tamed when I killed you.
Weng Chengzan beat the cold fog in the street in the morning, and the morning scene was already sad. Sophora japonica has no color because of rain, and chrysanthemum has spirit because of autumn. Love yourself, be fresh and outdoor, and mind your own business. There was a rustle in the lapel, singing around the basin and thinking of seagulls.
Every morning in Zhangjiuling County, I see a group of cranes flying eastward until dusk, and then returning in line ... I admire it and give it a few cranes in the poem cloud, which is not against my intention to caress my wings. Go to Dong Tian at dawn and return to Zhu Zhu in the north in the fog. Cheer freely and list good dependencies. Away from the Yangtze River, there are few birds in Gao Xiang. Don't bother Xianyu, He Weiye. But those who want to walk the porch are not allowed to fly in detention.
Qianqi County, Shuige morning news, the morning dew rose, Li Meng was sentenced to the pool. May I ask the color of autumn and spring, how can it be as awkward as the official feeling? Grinding lead is embarrassing and worrying about the future. Last night, the full moon was like a magpie. It is easy to lose when you are negative, and many diseases are difficult to achieve. Cherish the cold pond in the evening, and the frosty wind blows Du Heng.
In the morning, Dou Qun visited Chang Teachers College, where the grass is dense and the small well springs are overflowing. Fu Lin smoke chaos, Shi Run invasion of the chamber. The birds in the secluded rock fly lightly, and the clear mountains and clouds belong to the secret. The moss on the wall condenses into flowers, and the bamboo shadow is full of sunny days. Life is a dream for a long time, and you are still worried. Without Gao Shixin, Ann could have finished all this.
Liu Fu Temple lives in the early morning, with its high pillow facing Xiao Yue, and its clothes are clean and cool. The dew in China is not clear yet, and the water drops contain virtual light. Smell the well through the bamboo and open the door to burn incense. You feel bad in your heart, remember to be king according to law. It's early in the morning and birds are flying in the air. This feeling has been explained, and I forgot it leisurely.
Quan Deyu sat in the virtual den all morning, but the crowd was silent. Stop indoors, because I see the source of everything. "Crazy Out of Heart" is both neat and instructive. I will be satisfied every time I come, and I won't say anything if I win. Pavilion ke sees glory and dryness, and water stops to know clarity. People in the world are hard to tell.
Bai Juyi waited in the pool for the morning in Fu Huang Langzhong Li Jing, but the weather was not hot, and the morning was fresh and cool. The water in the pool is green and fragrant with frost. Sweep the bamboo path deeply and brush the bed quietly. Jade handle crane feather fan, silver poppy mica pulp. Screen out the vulgar things and only look at the clear light. Who is going to visit? This woman won Xiao Lang.
Anonymous morning move Cui Hua morning open purple hall, good morning. Beiquehua is here, Dongxin. The shadows are fragrant and foggy, and the light is beautiful and the clouds are frequent. The bird feathers float at the beginning, and the dragon photos turn true. I doubt the crown, I admire the crown, but I love my relatives for a long time. Shake the auspicious clouds and reflect the courtiers' morning.
Jiao ran around the tombs in the morning, watched the snow in the south in the morning, held fur in his arms in the morning and went to the ancient place. The snowy mountain is near, and the sky is too high to think. Feng Qiong is buried by green, and jadeite is covered by flying streams. Obsidian color contains morning sun, which is dazzling. Cold air is marked with Swiss color, and cold air hits Huangzhou. If you see who gets it, you should swim alone.
Zhang Jiuling sat in the breakfast in the morning, and occasionally became a singer of cold dew and clear autumn sky, enjoying a panoramic view of the distant mountains. At first, the lonely roof was repaired and shrugged, and Wei Yun recovered. People praise the land and birds love Xu Lin. Knot bound by a distance, stroke the bow. Yang Xiaoxie Han Yi, the journey is tiring. When you are 40 years old, you will be eager to return to China. If you have leisure, you can't bear the southern song.
Qian Qi sent an arrow-picking bamboo valley in the morning and sat in a lonely lonely lonely mountain at night. I heard that the ape took early hair. The back current has tilted to the Han dynasty, and it is still a waning moon. The peak turns cold, and the static step is more beyond. The cloud tree shrugs the crane's nest and the wind sweeps the tiger's den. People are far away, and the world is hard to rest. When you enter the mountains, you must buy mountains and pick bamboo ferns. Who sees the son and seeks the meaning, tired to write Wei que.
Liu Zongyuan, early in the morning, I brushed my teeth with water from a cold well, and read Buddhist scriptures with Zhao in his temple, while washing and purifying my mind. Lift the Buddhist scriptures leisurely, stroll out of Dongzhai, and recite aloud. The true meaning of Buddhist scriptures is not understood, but it pursues absurdity for the people. The essence of Buddhism and Confucianism is also expected to coincide, but I am not good at practicing nature. Taoist temple is so quiet, green and fresh moss is connected with the depths of bamboo forest. In the morning mist, the sun shines, and the pine trees feel mu. Peace makes me indifferent to peace and feel the inner comfort of Buddhism.
Dou Qun paid Chen Xing, who had no "xianggong" in Xichuan, to draw a green tree for his friend, and Su Yu made the light clear. I still smell Zigui crying, and I watch it alone. Think about it as soon as possible and send it far away. Love stinks like blue, which is better than dying of love. New things are changed into elegance, and Guser replaces Shen Xiang. Diligently meet bosom friends, hide and restrain your heart. Time waits for no one, and passers-by forget easily. Lonely and ancient, empty Guo Xu, the dark and gloomy reporting period is gray.
Wu sent a gift to Dou in the morning (a gift to a friend and another gift to Dou in the morning). Yan Fang was born in Gangneung at the age of 20. He began to visit Ke in the morning. The white dew hurts the red leaves, and the breeze breaks the green radish. I am really angry when I am partial, and I am worried when I am far away. Huandu Leshan, vertical and horizontal Nanpu wave. There are beautiful nightingales, and you are worried about saving two moths. I am depressed and uncomfortable, I am quiet and happy. To give a bitter cold, drink and drink. Things are different, and fame will be helpless.
In the morning, Xu Hun went from the Bamboo Trail to the South Trail of the Buddhist Temple in the Upper House of Chongyin, longxing temple, and the Buddhist Temple was on the North Slope. Rattan fans late bamboo, moss slides to the sun. If you are sick, remember to say goodbye before the arrival of spring. If you are idle, spend it after the rain. The stone is far from the water, and the forest is short of mountains. If you want to form a three-day meeting, first drop ten demons. Poisonous dragons come to the hole and cranes go to the nest. The guest road follows the ping stalk, and the country garden loses its beauty. Zen is like learning, not from Brother Lv Yang.
Liu Deren's illness started in the morning. He went to the fields yesterday, but now he is very lazy. How can you hide for a long time and want to be more famous? The empty morning light is white and the quiet garden is clear. Wear sand to find water, wear fog to enter the forest. The solitary bird with overlapping leaves is there, and the tree in Chuyang is half bright. Sang Ma is fresh and moist, and reeds sound like ancient waves. Yuan, a familiar Tian Jia, was born in the world. Sick for more than three times, the neighborhood was shocked.
There are twenty-three poems by Bai Juyi, Wei, and (later "Shangdu"). You sing the truth, and I sing the Secretariat of the Truth. This poem is really read, and it is very difficult to read it. The left life is great, and the right calls Huan as the ambassador. Thousands of bodhisattvas, tens of billions of ghosts and gods. From top to top, down to the Feng Shui wheel. The fetus and eggs are wet and difficult to get old. Hong is willing to save, but he forgets the hard work with great sorrow. For better or worse, there is no injustice and pro-marriage. Open your eyes and put away the dust of troubles. Candles and wisdom day, sprinkling nectar and fluids. There is a time in a thousand worlds, and all laws have no neighbors. Excuse me, Chen, how can she be like jade?
Heng, Wang, Huai Er Yi Si Ling, Five Mountains divided into Kyushu. Good deeds are unpredictable, and miracles are easy to reward. Mount Hengshan faces Dai in the north, and Xiuqiang crosses the secluded place in the east. He said that in Dongzhuo town, the rugged canopy and pine mountain. The ancestral temple shows the old code, and the altar temple lists the flat field. Ancient trees invade Miyun, and flying springs flow in the world. From an official to an assistant, I am ashamed of my life. It is recommended that jade be sincere and effective, and make good use of it. It was the first day in the suburbs, and it was autumn in Lin. The wind is blowing hard and the fog in Sichuan is closed. I thank you from other places and I look forward to praying for you. Jingfu is like a light wish, and the private door is waiting for you.
Lu Lun Taibai Xifeng even stayed in the car to wish the second respected teacher, Mr. Zhang, a foreign servant given by Shi ... He was sincere and humble, and he wanted to stop when he won. How to stay in the middle, you have to step on the darkness. There are osmanthus flowers in the green and two immortals in the ice and snow. Mao Jie hasn't returned to the sea yet, and Dan ladder is idle. Free and unfettered, the abode of fairies and immortals is unknown. It rained and thundered, and the guests said goodbye to the mountains and suddenly realized. The mountain bird's vocal music, the sun is full of rock valleys. Trees are pruned in gullies, and white clouds are like water. Baiyun has gone, and Gansu is like autumn. The river is closed by obstacles, and the cotton is thick. Wuying inherited the temple slightly, and the four fields lost their territory. Xu Jie is a dust servant, and he is also a ghost. Knowing the book is sensible and fragrant, and sediment is addictive. If a book wants to touch clothes, it will violate life. Smoke clouds can't be lifted, and bears a crane with them.
Du Mu's "Living in Autumn" and "Crossing in the Morning in Tianjin Bridge" are gifts of Sixteen Rhymes ... as well as gifts for Bizhuang and Gongluo in Qingchuan of the Ministry of Industry. The altar is divided into the top of Zhongyue Mountain, and the city is dazzling with great rivers. The spacious hall is quiet, and the palace is quiet. The building is lonely and the bridge is full. After the rain, the branches are moist and the persimmon leaves are cloudy. Purple scales rush the evening waves, and Bai Niao backs the autumn mountains. On the moon, I go to the west to watch, and in the morning, I go to the north to have classes. I spent a honeymoon with the tiger for half a battle, and the tiger was protected. The jade account is full, and the golden urn is temporarily released. Wound marks, grace in the music. The southern province holds orchids first, and the eastern hall climbs early. Dragon Gate Army Demon Horn, Ying Gu, my face is full. Divided into thin heart and lazy heart, I am sad and tired. People are ashamed to lie down and talk about business, and often send their children back. Seeing Chen's strength, who cares about the country? Only when you are drunk is you stubborn because you are sick.
Du Fu Qiu Guan looked around, urged Dongzhu to eat, and sent a slave girl, Aji Erke, to Bi early in the morning ... Ask Dongzhu that it had rained enough and smelled the fragrance of japonica rice. Heaven is impartial, and each has its own merits. Different human feelings, the family will quit its shortcomings. Kung fu competition, weeding and shore allocation. Based on the fate of the valley, guests can forget it. Youth does something, and diligent practice avoids chaos. Wu is very generous, and he drives a car. The well-developed seedlings are gone, and the square pond is full of clouds and water. Live a solid shop, quiet a capital embankment. The governor is not alone. His support is very important. Jingyang is warm and slightly frosty. I am still afraid that the Lord will not be careful, but I am not very careful. The Qing dynasty sent maids and servants, and there were more news than worshipping posts. If you gather in the west, you will be scattered, and you will not be alone. Do you want to be famous for your benevolence and feel busy in this troubled times? The north wind blows, and crickets approach nave. Time flies, work is interrupted, and depression hurts.
Bai Juyi and Wei's Twenty-three Poems reported that the tortoise was very cold in winter and there was no crystal light in the clouds. When you feel old, look at your morning poems. Your poems are bitter, too, because your brother is far away. My pain is not far away, touching the liver and spleen. Sick widow in the west yard, orphan nephew in the back seat. After dusk, at midnight 10. There are two lines of blood in the sick eye, and the temple is dying. Swallow the five internal organs and eliminate the fat in the bones. Lose an eye, break two legs. I would rather die than use half my life. Who says Berberis is bitter and Berberis is sweet? Who says soup is hot and soup is as cold as boiling water? You asked turtle about it when you sent a poem earlier. My throat is dry and suffocating, and I haven't spoken for years. Look at the morning sentence, but cry first and then sing. Because of this, I spit out my sadness. Between the four seas, this kind of pain is only known to you. Fuck my 4,000 miles, so I can tell someone. Looking up at the sky, I saw geese flying south. Yan Guo sent a word and did it for me. There is no glue on the rope, but the tree can be grafted. Only when the heart is broken should there be no connection period.