Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Hua Zigang There are endless birds flying, and the mountains are covered with autumn colors. Up and down Huazigang, how melancholy I feel.
Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Mulan Chai The autumn mountains collect the remaining photos, and the flying birds chase their former partners. The colorful greenery is clear, but the twilight is nowhere to be seen.
Wang Wei sent off Li's relics at Lingaotai. How could Sichuan Yuan Yao be so far away from each other at Lingaotai? At dusk the birds return, and the passers-by keep going.
Gu Kuang's "Two Poems on Luoyang Road" Kepei chases the singing song, and the king and grandson travel together. Golden pills fall into the air, and birds get drunk in the brothel.
Changdang climbs to the stork tower and stands on the flying birds, higher than the world. The sky surrounds the plains, and the rivers flow into the broken mountains.
Wei Luan Climbs Qingju Terrace and winds along Qingju Terrace, extending beyond the white clouds. Listen to the words from the sky and look down at the backs of flying birds.
Lulu Lun's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: Forever and Everlasting Words The clouds present auspicious gifts, and students in the North Courtyard present five singles to each other. There are no flying birds in Saitian, so you can use Zhidu in the border town.
Li Qi sent it to Han Peng. For the sake of politics, I have nothing to do but watch the birds fly back in the morning. Send a letter to the gods on the river to kill, and the aunt at the head of Xian'er City shoots at the mountain.
Gu Kuang sent Zhang Xia a five-liang song. The five-liang wind blows loudly on the pole, and the clouds and sails on the water chase away birds. When I sent you out of Yangzhou for the first time, mist filled the Yangtze River with dawn.
Gu Kuang watched the immortals at night. At dusk, the birds returned with flowers in their arms, and the green mountains were visible on the moonlit stream. I know from afar that the tree in front of Jade Girl's window is not something that immortals cannot climb.
Lu Lun's poem "Tian Changjiu" says that the sun presents auspicious gifts, and Tong Tingsheng presents five singles to Yu. There are no birds flying in the fortress, but the border town is called Zhidu.
Sikong Shu sent people back to Guizhou Mansion. Fubo, flute and drum, among the water clouds, the long halberd was as red as frost. The oil curtain opens at dawn, and the birds fly away, and the graceful general follows the wind alone.
Xu Ning's poem "Mountain Partridge" The partridge from Lingtou Mountain in Nanyue was said to be a virgin at that time. Who can I complain about when I turn into a bird? There are still cries with barbaric words.
Wen Tingyun replied to Duan Kegu's mockery. The colorful Hanshu Weng is surrounded by gold, and there are one thousand two hundred fleeing birds. I am not crazy under the salary bridge, there are few clouds in the world at dusk and rain.
Guan Xiu wrote three poems on the side. The mountains are not green and the water is not clear. The wind is poisonous and the sand is fishy. Hu'er's horses are flying and birds are flying, and they are shooting down the clouds.
Five Immortal Poems by Wu Qing’s Wife: There are no flying birds and no one can climb them, and they stay hidden for ten years without descending from the mountain. Who is the master of the short book on the sleeve? The Huashan Taoist priest sells medicine and returns it.
Wan Qirong said goodbye to Jiangtou. The birds flying in the southeast said it was the hometown of heaven. The wind and flowers on the river are late, and your trip will be thousands. The schedule often breaks the moon, and the number of farewells often starts the new year. The next year will be full of Yangshui, and my lovesickness will be sent to me to pick lotuses.
Li Qi, Li Bingcao's mural landscapes are all endowed with osmanthus water and sails float on the osmanthus water, when the sun sets at the end of the world. The flying birds look at the speed, and the idle clouds look late. There is no dawn in the long wave, what do you want to do?
Gu Kuang hurts his son. I cry for my beloved son, and the blood will flow at sunset. The sound drives away the ape's sorrow, and the traces disappear with the flying bird. I am already seventy, so I won’t say goodbye for a long time.
Hanshan's Three Hundred and Thirty-Three Poems: The yellow oriole on the flower sounds pitiful, the beauty's face is like jade, and she sings her strings. The ability to play is not enough, and the attachment is in the old age. The flowers and birds also disperse, shedding tears before the autumn wind.
Li Bai's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Young Son The young son of Qingyun is on the left side of the stage with a bullet. The pommel horse opened in all directions, and suddenly a meteor passed by. Golden pills fall into flying birds, and I sleep in the Qiong tower at night. Who is Yi Qi? He guards Xishan alone and is hungry.
Wei Qumu’s Miscellaneous Ballad Ci·Buxu Ci Yu Jia is graceful, Yun Hong is the most natural. The crown of clouds connects the moon and the dawn, and the pearl pendant connects with the stars. Carved jade retains the new formula, while carving gold retains the old compilation. I don’t know about flying birds, but there are a few immortals.
Su Ting Xiaoji enters the secret boundary from the south of Jiaochuan River. He is on the Yinma Jiaochuan River, next to Jiaonan Qumi. The birds are flying late in the forest, and the clouds are gone and the clear mountains are coming out. The mulberry trees are hidden in the falling light, and the autumn plains are covered with flowers. It is tragic that the wanderer is cold, and the wind and dew will be desolate.
Li Qi sent Gu Chaoyang back to Wu. He was lonely and came to Qin empty. The career path has been revealed, and I will return home and sleep in Baoshanchun. The old country refers to flying birds, and Cangbo worries about travelers. Opening bottles on the Luoshui River, saying farewell to the new willow flowers.
Wan Chu Yong Curtain The tortoise shell used to be called China, and it is exquisite and thin. The hook holding the door is curved, the knots are messy and the water lines are slanted. The sun flies long, and the wind does not shake the flowers. You should be divided between inside and outside, not for arrogance and extravagance.
Liu Changqing sent Judge Dugu to the mountain. The trees were feathered at the beginning of Fubo, and the river was still and quiet. Look at the birds in the mountains and seas, and ask people far away from the end of the world. The sky is full of green clouds at dusk, and the grass is green in mid-spring. I think about the country of tattoos in the distance, and I welcome the boat to pay homage to the envoys.
Liu Changqing bids farewell to the king on his eleventh trip to the south. Looking at you, the smoke and water are vast, and the towel is stained with tears while waving his hands. The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, and the green mountains are empty towards people. The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring across the lakes. Who can see that on Tingzhou, the white apples are full of lovesickness and sorrow.
Liu Changqing, Changsha presented Zen Master Prajna of Zhurong Peak in Hengyue. Prajna Gong, Prajna Gong, when will the alms bowl be sent to Zhurong. On the way back, I looked outside the bird's eye. The Zen room was empty and covered in white clouds. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls leisurely, and the flowing water carelessly returns to the west and returns to the east.
Li Xizhong's "Two Journeys to the North of Ji" One body saves the speed of the border, and the beacon fire reaches Jimen. The flying birds of the front army are cut off, and the fighting dust and sand are dim. The drums beat urgently in the cold day, and Shan Yu is about to run at night. You must show loyalty and die to repay the kindness of your country.
Li Bai, a young man from Qingyun, holds a bullet to the left of the platform. The pommel horse opened in all directions, and suddenly a meteor passed by. Golden pills fall into flying birds, and I sleep in the Qiong tower at night. Who is Yi Qi? He guards Xishan alone and is hungry.
Cui Lu's two poems about Yueyang in the Spring Festival Gala. The green smoke is like a ring of willows, leaning against the south tower to look at the mountain alone. The grass and flowers of the Jiang Kingdom are blooming in March at dusk, and the imperial city is in a dusty dream for a year. The empty boat still sighs and lingers incomprehensibly, and the flying bird in the sky feels ashamed and tired. Why is it that Zhan's father is accompanying him uninhibitedly, and he sleeps with the smoke and songs and the gurgling moonlight?
Li Qunyu sent Tao Shaofu to the election. Tao Jun was born in a small country and lived near the green mountains and clear water. The art of Sanmaoqiong has been passed down for a long time, and the old qin books of Wuliu are still passed down. The traces are like flying birds perched on high trees, and the hearts are like idle clouds in the sky. It's Ge Hong who asks for the price of medicine, but it doesn't matter that Mei Fu is in love with the hairpin.
Li Pin Thinking of Homecoming in Spring The love of spring is like a continuous chain, and my temples are stained by longing for home overnight. The ambition has not been repaid by the three-foot sword, and my hometown is separated by thousands of mountains. After the war broke off, relatives and friends reunited in their dreams. But I envy the floating clouds and birds, which are blown away and blown back again by the wind.
Fang Qian dedicated two poems to the king of eastern Zhejiang Province. When he left the town, he moved beyond the customs, so that he would not be in the year of Yao. When you arrive, you only drink water from the long stream, and when you return, you should give away a penny. The beauty in the chanting place is holding a pen and inkstone, and the flying birds avoid flying. Worries are shared in all directions, except for the two heavens in the southeast.
Zhou Pu climbed to Nanjian Temple in Fuzhou. Thousands of miles of mountains surround Fuzhou, and there is a stream in the south. There are no birds or anything in the sky, and travelers in the dust have a rest in the morning and evening. At dawn, the green mountains look like the sea, and the ancient moats look like tall buildings. It's hard to look beyond the sight of a foreign country, and it's just a matter of depression.
Weizhuang Tianjingguan Deep in the clouds on Taihang Mountain, who built a female wall into the clouds. A short veil can hang down a jade wall, but a long wall is of no use to learn from gold soup. Open the lancui as a high base, cut off the clouds and clouds as a huge defense. If the guard does not teach the birds to pass by, how can the red eyebrows reach my hometown?
Weizhuang Walking on the Bian Dike. When I wanted to go up the Sui Dike, my steps were delayed, and the beacons sounded at the wrong time through the clouds. It was only then that he heard that the Polu generals had stopped their horses, and that they were marching out again to conquer Liao. When you see him in the west, you will be a passer-by; when you see him in the east, he will be a floating corpse. There are no birds flying for thousands of miles among the green poplars, and the sunset drops from the sky to the old store base.
Guangxuan, the counselor of Shengen, visited Yuedeng Pavilion alone, and wrote directly about the things he should do. He lived in Zen in a small place by the river, and came and went in search of spring things. There are thousands of acres of bamboo on the road, and there are thousands of homes on the railings. Birds fly when rice is served in front of the eaves, and flowers are trampled by the fragrance under the forest. Knowing the Buddha nature in the moment of self-liberation is like a few dusts of sand without any effort.
Liu Changqing sent Fan Lun back to Anzhou after peacetime. Yesterday, he heard about the battle and stopped Tulin Pavilion. The bright moon of Han Dynasty is seen for the first time in the sea, and the stars of Hu are already falling in Ziwei. I recall the old days when the boat was crossing south, and the way back was filled with thorns and smoke. Join hands with you on Gusu Terrace and visit the countryside several times a day. The white clouds and flying birds are lonely, and Wushan, Chuxiu, and Cuiwei are in the sky. When things pass, they are like old hills, and the green grass is close to home. Looking up at Luoyang, who is there now? Yingshui ruthlessly should flow by itself. People from Wu Yuanxi want to leave, but they stay for a day and realize that they are wrong. The rivers and lakes are full of sorrow as the years pass by, and the wild geese return home in spring. The memory of the imperial hometown hangs thousands of miles away, and the five years are dusty. But when I went to Chang'an, I met an old friend, but I didn't know his name.
Li He, a young man, has a plump and golden saddle, and his borneol is fragrant. The beautiful woman sits narrowly and flies into the wine cup, while the poor man calls the Master from the sky. Farewell to the high-rise buildings facing Bixiao, silk traces of red scales emerge from the deep swamp. Sometimes I am half drunk in front of the flowers, and the golden pills on my back fall to the flying birds. He said that he had never been a guest in his life and that he had more than three hundred beautiful concubines. Little did he know that for those who grow seedlings in a poor land, they are frequently urged by official taxes to weave their crops. If you are tall and have accumulated jade, you will be praised for your heroic spirit. Every time you bow to someone who is idle, you will be full of energy. He was born without reading half-cursive calligraphy, and he only bought gold for his wealth. A young man will grow up to be a young man, and the ocean will turn into a mulberry field. The passing of prosperity and decline is as urgent as an arrow, but God is not willing to deviate from his duties. Mo Dao, the mayor of Shaohua, was here and treated him specially with his white face and wrinkled face.
Li Qi's Miscellaneous Ballads·Zheng Yingying's Song Shi Jilong was a arrogant person, good at being a hero, and the beauty's surname was Zheng Yingying. The cherries are beautiful, fragrant and lustrous, and E'e is the one who sleeps in the palace. There are 30,000 people in rolled-up clothes in the back courtyard. Their green eyebrows and clear mirror cannot be kissed.
The female officers and soldiers are riding a thousand horses, and the flowers are shining brightly in the spring of Zhanghe River. The flowers are woven into a red scarf, and the red flag is fluttering to create a new book. The singing rhinoceros rides on the horse to catch the flying birds, and the copper carries the harp and harp to chase away the dust. The Ruyi Pavilion with a heavy gate in Fengyang has a hundred-foot golden ladder leaning against Yinhan. He said that his wealth is immeasurable, that women are princesses and men are kings. A bed of red flowers and double bamboo mats, a bed of coral, and a dragon tent with amber light. The obscene and false gods are evil, and the mausoleum of the one who destroys the stone will not be wrong. Yecheng is pale and pale, and the world is turning upside down.
Wang Wei Cui Puyang’s brother Ji Zhongqian came to visit the mountain (we are also facing Weimen when we go to Shanxi). The autumn scenery is beautiful, and Kuang Jun is free on the pond. Under the long west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds. Saga faces Qin, and Heta hides Jingguan. The remaining rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are returning at dusk. My old friend, Shang Er, sighs at this decadent appearance.
Du Fu's early journey. Singing and crying are all at dawn, and there is a timetable for walking forward. The lonely boat seems like yesterday, and I heard the same sound. There are many flying birds looking for food, and the diving fish are also frightened. The former king made a net and tried to harm the living being. The green algae is always luxuriant, and the sails are tall and march all day long. When they fight, they don't give in, but they are forced to let go.
Gu Kuang returned to Peach Blossom in the bitter rain of Chu. He injured all his relatives and friends, abandoned his remaining life, and later died young. The poet feels the wind and rain, and wonders when the long night will dawn. There is no love for officialdom when you leave the country, and you have few dreams when you return to your hometown. Protect your body and teach it in the best way, be content and quiet and forget about external disturbances. The beautiful scenery becomes overcast, and the cave mountain is empty. If the spiritual tide can pass through, I would like to send my thanks to the flying birds in the west.
Xu Chang, the rainbow is hidden. When the light snow comes in winter, the rainbow is hidden in the evening. The jade energy forms an image, and the star spirit does not scatter the light. The beauties compare their colors at the beginning, and the birds fly auspiciously. The stone stream has clear shadows, and Tianjin has lost its colorful beams. The sky is falling and the evening rain is falling, and the setting sun is reflected in the dim sky. The scrolls are rolled out in accordance with the season, knowing that the holy calendar is long.
Bai Juyi is sitting leisurely in the small pavilion. The bamboos in front of the pavilion are rustling, and the water is gurgling under the pavilion. Sitting under the rolling curtain, the breeze blows. I can hear the cicadas chirping quietly, and I can see the birds returning in the distance. But there is a towel hanging on the wall, but no guests knocking at the door. The two Shu returned to their hometown, and the four elders returned to their old mountains. I am also satisfied with my wishes, seeking leisure and gaining leisure.
Dou Xunzhi The birds disperse and the remaining flowers fall. After the trees return in late spring, the flowers fly and the birds begin to fall. The wings are scattered and scattered, full of emptiness. The fragrance blows outside the wind, and there are few bright shadows beside the forest. The light and suspicious snow dances, as if it is like Xia Shu. It is extremely difficult to be in love with thousands of pieces, and it is too much to move to Qiao Si. How lucky is it that I, a humble minister, sings praises to Hanju.
School Hunting Song by Ma Dai In the countryside of Chu Zifang, there is a bamboo cage at the end of the world. Floating clouds spread out, and thousands of grasses form knots. Intended to ward off flying birds, the arms are bowed and the waist is bowed. The general shot Gou Jian from far away, and the next time he wanted to kill Fu Cha. Once his ambition is exhausted, he will prosper. At that time, he could hunt for talents, protect the country and protect his family.
Su Zheng Jinghe Terrace Building a platform is not a virtuous thing, but gathering alone to ride on the crane. If the six horses cannot be controlled, what can Jiugao do? Once the enemy troops come, all the people will perish together. How to guard against exposed birds is not like a bird with a ring in its mouth. When one thing is wrong, all kinds of things will become evil. To this day, no birds can rest on the platform.
Cen Shen's volcano cloud song, farewell. The volcano is abrupt at the entrance of Chiting, and the fire clouds are thick in May. The fire clouds are all over the mountains and have not yet bloomed, and the birds flying thousands of miles away dare not come. In the early morning, the wind breaks, and in the evening, the rain returns. It is surrounded by slanting Tieguan trees, and the atmosphere is half-covered by the river garrison. On the long march to the east of the volcano, the lonely cloud on the mountain followed the horse.
Wang Changling's Song of Harmony · Marching from the Army Facing the wilderness at dusk, the new wind stuns me back to my hometown. There are thousands of miles of flat sand, where are the flying birds? The captives rode and hunted in Changyuan, and went by the river gracefully. The sound from the side shakes the white grass, and the sea air generates yellow mist. A hundred battles and hardships, ten years of frost and dew. Although I cast my Dingyuan pen, I did not sit on the general tree. I had known that the journey would be difficult, but I regretted ignoring the chapters.
Wang Changling's Two Songs on the March to the Army Facing the desert at dusk, I return to my hometown in the cold wind. There are thousands of miles of flat sand, where are the flying birds? The captives rode and hunted in Changyuan, and went by the river gracefully. The sound from the side shakes the white grass, and the sea air generates yellow mist. A hundred battles and hardships, ten years of frost and dew. Although I cast my Dingyuan pen, I did not sit on the general tree. I had known that the journey would be difficult, but I regretted ignoring the chapters.
Zhang Jiuling entered Lushan Mountain and looked up at the waterfall. There is a hanging spring at the top, and the noise comes out of the smoke. I don’t know how old I am, but I can see that there is no dusk. The sparkling green cliffs are falling, and the bright day is bright. The flowing water wets the clouds, and the splashing foam frightens the flying birds. The roar of thunder is so thin that the arrows fly into the graceful body. In the past, I heard that there was a mist at the foot of the mountain, but now it is outside the forest. The material situation is treacherous, and the Kun and Yuan Dynasties are in chaos. Leave it here silently, who can change it?
Wang Wei stayed in the mountain to leave the ancient master Wen's brother and showed his brother Jin. Isn't it just a man in the mountains who also carries the pine tree to the moon? We traveled together for a long time and ended up at the end of the clouds. Open the pavilion and face Yingyang. I lie down and watch the birds disappear. I love eating on a plate of stone, but I am often thirsty for waterfalls and springs. Organize the small and hidden things, and the way is better than foreign objects. The brother-in-law is a noble official, so the elder brother has his hair cut off. Just sweep the thorn leaf, and take a rest while enjoying your leisure time.
Wang Changling sent Ouyang to Kuaiji for his post. The official moved to Kuaiji County, near Shangyu Township. There are many slow-motion screens, and fishing boats approach the lawsuit hall. Winding back to the stream, apes scream and birds fly. Thousands of rooms are facing the morning rain, and thousands of peaks are welcoming the setting sun. The distant continents are reflected in their brilliance, and the light of the lake is warm and clear. There is a noble scholar with white hair and an emperor in adolescence. You should stop driving in vain and visit Heshang for me.
Li Bai gave Luqiu Susong as a gift. Ruan Ji was the prefect and rode a donkey to Dongping. After cutting the bamboo for ten days, it will become clear and clear. Occasionally come and go to brush clothes, who can test the master's affection. Master Li Susong pines, floating clouds know the ancient city. Everything is sweeping the ground, and a hundred grasses are growing in autumn. Birds return to their old nests, and people return to their fields. How shameless is Mi Zi that he is not inferior to Tao Yuanming. I know that after a thousand years, the names of two sages have been concealed.
Cen Shen returned to the West Thatched Cottage of Bai Pavilion on leave. The thunder sounded near Taibai and the rain fell on Eighty-Nine Peaks. Looking east to the white pavilion clouds, half into the purple pavilion pines. The view is full of victorious concepts, and Hengmen is full of interest. Fortunately, I have several acres of farmland, and I can extend my footprints for two years. I heard Dashu’s words a long time ago, and it resonated with my heart. If you mistakenly favor a small official, you will return to the mountain and be ashamed of your appearance. The fishing rod no longer has a handle, and there is no one to dig up the wild weeds. The melancholy birds are all gone, and the night bells of Nanxi River are heard.
Lang Shiyuan's inscription of Liu Xianggong's Picture of Three Hunan Provinces. I was not drunk in Henghuo in the past, but I have recently recalled Nanzhou. Nowadays, Pingjin Residence can also travel to Xiaoxiang. If you look at the trees in Yingmen a little, you will still find Duzhou. At twilight, Sanba Gorge flows thousands of miles away. The flying birds are tireless, and the distant sails are filled with sorrow. Xuanyang refers to the end of the sky, and the sky is long in Beizhu. I see the fisherman on the pillow, and there are often gulls sitting in the middle. Who said that under Wei Que, there is a quiet place in the east mountain.
Li Yi also met with Zheng Shizhan from Shuo Fang. Cui Chengzi, Zheng Zi, and Zhou Cen agreed to join the three gates of Fayun Temple to escape the summer heat. Falling into the dust by mistake, the love for the mountain is as clear as the mountain. Beginning to go to Qingliangyu, the door value is Yanxiubiao. The colors are bright and dark, and the colorful green trees are dim. A cool wind blows from afar and passes by these trees. Yingying is two or three years old, and his mind is open to let go of troubles. When you swim in the river, there are lurking fish, and the tired birds are resting. There is no need to be greedy for things, that's all.
Cen Shen sent Li Sima off to the west pavilion. To the west of the county, Gao Gao Pavilion stretched thousands of feet up to the level of the clouds. Try climbing up the edge of the cliff, and the mountains will fly downward. I have five horses neighing for half a day, and I carry a silk rope and a jade pot for you. Sitting there, I could see nothing but red flowers and green willows and warblers singing randomly. Thousands of houses and wells are connected to the stream. The wine shop is still not drunk and I hear the evening chicken. I write a pen and paper for you. I am sorry to explain and carry this question for you. The grass is luxuriant and there are no horseshoes.
Gu Kuang's poem about abandoned wives. Although the ancients abandoned their wives, they had a place to return to. Today I am quitting you. Where do you want to go? The whole family is in pieces, and we are mourning all the time. Recalling the past when I was not married to you, I heard that you were very arrogant. And with the same knot, it is worthy of you to be in the quiet swallow. The lonely soul is holding a flying bird, its eyes are like flowing springs. The flowing spring is not dry, and the mountain road is thousands of miles away. When I see you return, you will find that your concubine is already old. Things have faded away, but the new favorite is Fang Yanhao. I wipe my tears and leave my old house, feeling sad and sad. The concubine donated the money with haggardness, but was ashamed to return the old things. Who wants to stay with us if we have something to live with for the rest of our lives? The empty bed faces the empty window, and the dust is thick. Hibiscus blooms in the cold water, and willows fall in the autumn wind.
Li Qi Zheng Yingying's Song Shi Jilong was a arrogant person, good at being a hero, and the beauty's surname was Zheng Yingying. The cherries are beautiful, fragrant and lustrous, and E'e is the one who sleeps in the palace. There are 30,000 people in rolled-up clothes in the back courtyard. Their green eyebrows and clear mirror cannot be kissed. The ladies of the palace army ride a thousand horses, and flowers shine in the spring of Zhanghe River. The flowers are woven into a red scarf, and the red flag is fluttering to create a new book. The singing rhinoceros flies on horseback to catch the flying birds, and the copper piggyback rustles away with it. The Ruyi Pavilion with a heavy gate in Fengyang has a hundred-foot golden ladder leaning against Yinhan. He said that his wealth is immeasurable, that women are princesses and men are kings. A bed of red flowers and double bamboo mats, a bed of coral, and a dragon tent with amber light. Obscene and comatose, false gods are evil, and those who destroy stones will never realize it. Yecheng is pale and pale, and the world is turning upside down.
Liu Changqing’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Bitter and Hot Journey to Taihang The long road to Taihang has been called dangerous since ancient times. Thousands of riders are about to move forward, and the peaks look like they have been cut. Fire clouds rise from it, looking up at the birds falling. The sweaty horse is lying on the plateau, and the dangerous flag is leaning on the long thin. Why doesn't the breeze come, and the red sun shines brightly? The trees in Shilu Mountain are scorched, and the water and springs are dry. Today is the ninth day of the month, and Minglue is spread thousands of miles away. The generals are waiting for their chariots, and the culprit is worried about the cauldron and wok. No matter how hard it is to fight with short soldiers, you will be bound by long tassels. It's not difficult to cross Yue, but I haven't accomplished much in crossing Lu. I left Yangchangzaka in the morning and looked at Beiqiuguo in the evening. The Zhang River slants around the camp, and Mount Chang enters the scene in the distance. I will always love you in Gusu, because I sent it to Jian'an. Snow and sincerity are difficult, and the waves are empty. Secretary Chen Lin is good, Wang Can is in military music. Return to Hanting in the morning and evening, and follow you to Lin Pavilion.
Dugu Ji's Zaqu Songs and Songs·Traveling in the Bitter Heat of Taihang The four-horse horse is traveling to Taihang, and the road is built across Liaojie. Wang Cheng didn't stay to drive, and he didn't stop to rest until the end of the day. May I ask when this will be restored and Zhu Mingyue will be restored? The long snake Ji Tian begged for it, and the general Fang made an expedition to the north. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty ordered his envoys, and the emperor's talents were outstanding.
The quinoa stick leans against the wall, and the pine flowers often fall asleep drunk. After leaving Qingxi for a while, I came to visit Chixian Fairy. Nanmu is willing to be humble, but China and North Korea only love the virtuous. The truth of the empty world is still there, far away from the heaven. Wei Que left from now on, and Cangzhou knew what was going on. The master's beautiful branches are beautiful, and he favors Yaohua in a farewell chapter. The setting sun sweeps the dusty couch, and the spring breeze blows the passenger ship. This trip is quite comfortable, no one can hold me back. Make a splash in the white apple, hang a sail and fly beside the birds. When the tide goes out, you can see the lonely island, and you can completely see the clear waters. The geese cross the lake and rise to the moon, and the sound of apes reaches the sky. The peaks are approaching the sea, and the mountains are connected for thousands of miles. Leaning on Chicheng, the sun is yen at the beginning of the year. In the past, I heard that Zhi Gong was hiding in seclusion, and he often stayed in Zen here. Thousands of years have been like a dream, but one light is still passed down today. The cloud niche is closed, and the grotto is deserted. There are dark trees in the ancient temple, and spring cliffs ring with fine springs. I am lonely in Liuchen, and I miss Zeng Chanjuan. The mountain birds complain about the trees in the garden, and the disciples think about the lotus. I still have Huaiyong Road, and I look forward to Qingchuan in despair. In the fisherman's dream, sand gulls fly before his eyes. It's not easy to travel alone, as there are many groups and entanglements. It's a night at Xianer's Five Lakes, and I'm going back and forth leisurely.
Gu Kuang's Dew Green Bamboo Staff Song Xianyu Zhongtong was in his year, Zhangchou Jianqiong was in Sichuan. The children of Shu were restrained from picking horse whips, and the children of Shu did not dare to sleep while picking whips. Crossing the side of the flying birds, the rope bridge is on the cliff at night. Plug your head into the white clouds and cross the flying spring, and pick up a long and strong riding whip. Floating dingzi beads couplets, ashes boiled wax regular script is bright and shiny. Zhang Qiu and Qiong hold heaven, and the rain and dew from heaven are so deflected. Thousands of flying dragons and horses are idle in the stables, drinking in the morning and evening in the Wujiang River. The mortal world is dusty and sweaty, and the master and his disciples are chatting shoulder to shoulder with Qilin. On the river surface, Kunming washes its hands, and four hooves step on the waves in the sky. Jiaolong Jiqiu and He Boqian, Tuojie Hu Chu's feet and hands are fresh. Chen Hong and Han Gan's paintings are green and beautiful. The golden saddle, jade, and brocade are connected together, riding into the peach blossoms and willow smoke. The orchestra is playing on the twelfth floor, and the beauties in the building win over the gods. Everyone fights for love and whips this, and Lushan enters the pass to break the new year. Suddenly, in front of Beimang, Yangzhou, there was only one person paying back one thousand yuan. The pavilions are straight and have no cracks, and the shape is like a piece of iron. There is no one else in the market, and the lowly ministers in the world are not restricted to others. The shadow hanging on the hanging window is missing, and the west window is missing. A child is looking for clothes to pick up the acupuncture point on his back. The children's salary is broken at a few twists and turns, and the jade is still stained with snow. The green flowers are as if they were dyed with the blood of sichuan, and the people on the edge of the Shu Emperor's city are swallowed. On the Xiangru Bridge, Wen Junjue rode his horse to the throne in previous years, with seven coils and nine folds crossing the sword gate. King Mu's eight horses surpassed Kunlun, and An Yong slowly took root alone. Saints are cheap but hard to come by. Who can buy gold, jade and coral?
Du Mu sent Meng Chi off to Chizhou. When I came to Lingyang in the past, it was bitter and hot. Although I am on the golden platform, the corners of my head are long and folded. I am shocked by the dust, and I will tell you all my life. The highest building in the temple is the Xuan Pavilion, where you can see flying birds flying away. A bottle of night wine, half broken by the peak moon. The pine trees in the smoke courtyard are fluttering, and the bamboos in the wind corridor are intertwined. When I walked to the southwest of Guo, the path was covered with moss. The good birds are tinkling, and the stream is shining brightly. When the fence fell, I saw Pingting, and the machine wires were dull and rolled. The smoke wets the trees, and the mountains are alive after the rain. In mid-autumn, we went to Liyang and rested in Niuji. The great river swallows the sky, and it moves across the sky. Thousands of sails are filled with beautiful wind, and the morning sun is full of blood. Pei, the prefect of Liyang, has a rhyme that transcends hardship. Draw a unicorn with a drum and watch you beat the carnival festival. When I leave my sleeves, I respond to the work, but I still swallow the powder when I hate it. Next year I will remonstrate with the officials, and the green trees and Qinchuan will be vast. When Zi lifts his pen, he is as powerful as bragging about his father's thirst. Jiuqu Linmaos, thousands of gates weaving ruts. Qin Tai's heart was broken and his hair was frightened by the tattoo array. Since the son bows and sings, I should cut off the meat three times. The careless and worried elders come, and the sick and timid ones drink in the streets. It's a windy and snowy night in the monk's furnace, and I sleep relatively brown. The warm ashes hug the bottle again, and the porridge at dawn is divided into bowls. Horses in the blue clouds have horns, and Huangzhou envoys hold festivals. Looking at Fanchuan from the Qinling Mountains, I had to turn back and say goodbye. There are four ancestral temples in Shangshan, and the words "Xin" and "Aipu" are spoken. Daze Jianjia Feng, Lonely City Fox and Rabbit Cave. And when I re-examined the poems and books, I found the hairpin and wat for no reason. The ancient teachings are as strong as the mountains, and the ancient wind is as cold as the bones. The Zhou tripod is lined with bottles of poppies, and the jingbi are thrown horizontally. With all his strength exhausted, he suddenly sang wildly. Three years have passed without suffering, and the two counties are both good and bad. Qiupu relies on the Wujiang River, and the green falcons fly away. The mountains and rivers are easy to draw, and the caves and ravines are a place for deep boudoir. There are bamboo forest and feather forest, and Huawu palace is full of valerians. The scenery is not bad, sitting alone is like a fool. The red magpie flew from the east and murmured a letter to Junzha. Hu'er spins the shirt, and steps on the socks when he walks through the door. Holding a branch in hand, the fragrance of osmanthus brings snow. I was so happy that I was speechless, and I smiled with displeasure. Life is like a centenarian, and it is also a moment in the eternity. I want to summon Long Bo Weng from the east and go up to heaven to uncover the handle of the Big Dipper. The top of Penglai mediates the sea water, and you can see the sea and sky when the water is gone. Where does the moon go and where does the sun come from? Tiaowan Xiang couldn't stay away while Yao, Shun, Yu, Tang, Wenwu, Zhou and Kong were all reduced to ashes. Drink this glass of wine and sing wildly with you. Parting is not enough to care about us. There is nothing we can do about aging.
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