What are the good poems?

At the beginning of the dew, the night is * * *, and the day is over. Peng Ying stands around the water tower. Lan Zhi is a birthday girl. They reflect each other and make you happy. The flowers are as soft as jade, holding a graceful and restrained style.

The crane is thin and green, and its spirit is in harmony with the autumn moon. Virtue articles are becoming more and more famous. Dongshan dances very high, although Qing Xiang is not proud of it. An Shi must get up and tell the world.

Lonely goose

A paper tent on a rattan bed sleeps. I can't say it, and I don't have any good ideas. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water. The flute is three lanes, Mei's heart is broken, and there are many Chun Qing.

The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling. Hurry again, a thousand tears. Bagpipers go to Yulou, heartbroken people lean on it. A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.

Full-court cream

The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle window locks the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrived, lonely and muddy, He Xun was in Yangzhou.

Never, knowing rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to the wind. Whose flute blows out deep sorrow. Don't hate incense to eliminate snow, be sure to guide, sweep away traces and stay. It's hard to say, it's still romantic when the night is bright and full of shadows.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Red crisp is willing to beat Qiong Yao to pieces.

The exploration south branch has not been fully opened.

I don't know how much incense I borrowed,

But seeing that the package is infinite.

The Taoist priest languishes at the bottom of the spring window.

Bored, depressed, worried.

Come and have a drink if you want,

It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.

Yujiaao

Spring is known in the snow. Cold plums are moist and delicate. Face half open, charming and moving. In court. Jade bath new makeup.

Nature may be intentional. So, teach the bright moon a little more exquisitely. * * * The reward is for sinking green ants. Don't stop getting drunk. This flower is not comparable to the flowers in the group.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

In the heavy snow every year. I often indulge in plum blossoms. It's no good running out of plum blossoms. Win clothes and clear tears.

This year, the ends of the earth. Flowers grow on the temples. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

Nangezi

The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Cold pillow with tears. Take off your clothes and talk about the night.

The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather, old clothes Only feelings, not like home.

Fang Ting, Andhadhun

Grass pond, green courtyard, screen window, cold in the evening. -golden lock, tube is a guest to pin. Loneliness respects the front seat, but □, the ends of the earth. Whether you can stay or not depends on yourself.

At that time, there were still fragrant sleeves, and tea was divided into living fire. □□□□□□□□□ Dragons are proud of horses and have good running water. Don't be afraid of the wind and rain, just weigh the wine and cook it. Now, it's not like before

Yujiaao

The sky met clouds and fog. The galaxy wants to turn to Qian Fan. As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor. Smell the sky. Ask me politely where I'm going.

I report the long road before sunset. Learn poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. Let the wind stop. Pengzhou blew away three mountains.

well

Always remember the sunset in Xiting. As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back! Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. Fight for crossing. Fight for crossing. Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.

and

The rain stopped suddenly last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Guess what? Guess what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

trolley

Chant white chrysanthemums

The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate rustling, heartless wind and rain, rubbing Qiongji at night. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, Xu Niang gives fragrance, and Mojiang doesn't write novels. Take a closer look at Qu Ling, its charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance is clear and refreshing, and it is not reduced.

Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It seems to be sad, Gao Han is relieved, it seems to be tears and a poem. There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and graceful. I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The wind is soft, but it is still early spring. The shirt was in a good mood at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep. Plum blossoms burn on the temples.

Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn while lying in the water. The fragrance and smell of wine have not disappeared.

and

The sound of returning flood broke rinspeed. It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out. The bottom of the candle is bright. Women are better than men.

The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to break. Dawn returned to the bull's eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring. The west wind keeps the old cold.

Huanxisha

Xu Mo Cup is dark amber.

Melt before you get drunk.

□□ The wind should be late.

Ruinaoxiang disappears and dreams are shattered.

Make a bun in the cold and loosen it.

Wake up, time and space are red for candles.

and

The idle window in the yard is deep in spring.

The thick curtains were not rolled up, and the dark boudoir looked shadowy.

Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.

Going out to catch the dusk,

The breeze blew the rain and lit up the shade.

The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.

and

Idle spring and cold weather.

Jade furnace submerged, smoke around.

Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.

Haiyan will mow grass in the future,

The river and sea have crossed the willow cotton.

Wet the swing at dusk.

Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform

The fragrance is cold and golden, turns red, and people don't comb their hair when they get up. Ren Baoyu hid the curtain hook in the sun. I'm afraid I'll worry and hate it, but I don't want to say it. Thin this year, not dry wine, not sad autumn

In the Ming dynasty, I went back to Yangguan for thousands of times, and it was difficult to stay long. Watching Wuling Spring Festival Gala, the clouds lock the building, remember the green water in front of the building, remember me, and stare at me all day. Looking at this place, counting from now on, some new worries.

a plum blossom

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Tears wet Luo clothes full of powder. "Four Folds at Yangguan", sung all over Qian Qian. The long mountain of humanity is broken again. Mix Yuwei Wengu Hall

Farewell, hurt, confused. Forgot to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow. So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Donglai is not as far as Penglai.

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The weather is warm, sunny and windy. Liu Yanmei Gilles has felt the heartbeat of spring. Who dabbles in wine and poetry? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.

Try sewing a shirt with gold thread at first sight. The mountain pillow is inclined, and the pillow damages the hairpin. There is no good dream when you are alone with deep sadness. Midnight is still cut off by snuff.

Quail day

Lock the windows in cold weather.

Indus should hate night frost.

The wine column prefers bitter tea,

A broken dream should refresh your mind.

Autumn has passed, and the days are still long.

Zhong Xuanhuai is much more desolate.

Why don't you get drunk without respect,

Don't be afraid of the yellow flowers on the east fence.