Full Tang Poetry Volume 682

After the chaos of Volume 682_ 1, I felt that I was near Hanwo (during Mao Yi's reign).

Crazy children are more likely to commit crimes in Kinmen than roommates. Households don't weed Sheng Mao grass at night,

The spring canal overflowed and infiltrated the wasteland. Guan Zhong suddenly saw a pawn in the chariot and a Han village in the Great Wall.

Just when I hated the ruthless Qing Wei River, Slim was still around Qin Yuan.

Volume 682_2 In the same year, Li Langzhong, a former crisis department, traveled to Changsha and wrote a poem on behalf of Hanwo.

The new style of axe is better than pearls, comparable to the time when Xinglang dyed Han. If you don't trim the east slope,

In other words, we should cover the grass in the west. The purple light is called Jin Dan Qing Bi, and the melody should be beautifully cut.

Peng Daochen was exiled today. I envy you for going back and forcing Long Yong.

Volume 682_3 Jia Zi went from Changsha to Liling in summer and May, and lived in seclusion for carelessness. Chatting with Han Wo.

Under the palace in the inner court, there are purple flowers in front of the hall. Looking at the fisherman with bright eyes,

The soul breaks Wei que's credit. The light is dizzy into palace brocade, and the fragrance is dyed into the glow in the cave.

If this trip encounters a machine stone, it will be tested by Junping.

Volume 682_4 and Wang Sheren's "Fuzhou Banquet" are Wei Hanwo.

The balcony is hidden in the cold spring, and the silk and bamboo sway until midnight. The brothers on the table are all Qi Zi,

The guests spent their honeymoon before enjoying the flowers. Sun Hong didn't cherish the frequency of opening and closing, and Han Xin didn't build an altar in the end.

Jade is abrasive, charm is hard to move, and blackheads are hard to come by.

Volume 682 _5 Avoid eating cold food in Han Wo

Stay for a long time, who take refuge in the land, self-pity, cold appetite and clothes. In the lonely hall full of spring, people are sitting sadly.

On an oblique day, flowers fly around in the sky. The farther the road goes, the fewer friends there are. If you are in danger, you will have a banquet.

A person who is engaged in endless things dares to take a rest that year.

Volume 682 Yi Shan _6 Han Wo

A few rows of geese in the northwest and a few clouds in the east. Shi Die Komatsu Zhang Water Department,

General Li in the cold rain in Montenegro. Autumn pollen should be tasteless, and the lonely bird says it is quiet.

Looking at the world smartly, the red leaves of the postal building come one after another.

Volume 682 _7 Chu Lan let Han Wo go.

Close the door and wait for the cock to crow. Wild geese travel thousands of miles outside the cloud.

Mountain root frost * * * a pool of stars. The road plate will see firewood for a while, stack and turn for a while, and smell the clock for a while.

Ask yourself hard, and drive the horse to the pavilion for half a year.

Volume 682 _8 Shencun Hanwo

Instead of destroying the dust, I don't want to go deep into the village. Playing with the red leaves on the moon on a clear night,

It's always closed, but it's green. The secluded courtyard is desolate and lonely, and the wild bridge monk returns alone.

The farmers across the fence congratulated each other at a distance, and the rain was coming.

Volume 682 _9 Revisiting Qujiang Hanwo

Fishermen should hear a sigh of relief. If you have the feeling of avoiding wild seagulls,

Ruthless as snow. Sparse forest consciously long dike, spring water and ancient shore level.

Melancholy brings people back to night, and the whip sheath is cold and light.

682_ 10 March Volume Hanwo

Yi Xingang thanked Tao Wei for combing her hair and serving cold dishes. At four o'clock, preferably in March,

Never go back to your childhood. The land of Wu is far away from rivers and seas, and the soul of the Han tomb is broken.

New hatred and old hatred are really helpless, so we have to sleep at the bottom of the urn next door.

Volume 682_ 1 1 autumn village hanwo

The water in the red ditch of Daoling is very clear, and the leaves in the garden are white in autumn and bright in the sun. It's easy to ride a bike on an open slope.

People in the far field quietly smell the water. Chai Men is full of cattle and sheep, and the sound of chickens and dogs in bamboo houses is deep.

Look at the fragrance of classics, and you will know that nothing will live forever.

682_ 12 Volume Can Hua Han Wo

There are a lot of residual snow in the afterglow, and the fragrance is still endless. At dusk, the moon is blue and white,

After the Qingming Festival, a rare red. The grass under the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is urgent.

On this day, in the sad place of Xiyuan, a song sang to the East.

682_ 13 Volume Night Boat Hanwo

The wild clouds are cloudy and the waves are like frost. The curtains on the moon boat were rolled up,

Expose the fragrance of flowers and trees on the shore. There were no candles in the village at night, so Jiang Han sat for a long time before changing his clothes.

I really know that it will be dawn, and there are several clusters of green geese and a thread.

682_ 14 Volume Wounded Spring Hanhe

I can't bear to see you in March, and the spring scenery of Wuling is ruined. It is frustrating to finally succeed.

Drinking at banquets is much more boring. China's wine slept beautifully in the sun, and flowers rushed to feel typhoid fever.

Tang Ye flies to the warmth of Pugen, and the lonely Nanxi leans against the fishing rod.

Volume 682_ 15 belongs to H.E. Han Wo.

A horseshoe is idle and brought back to Zige Peak to slowly dissolve in water. Watching mountain fires after dusk,

When Oboro fC heard that Guo Zhong was in the county, thin bamboo burst into a monk sitting on a stone, and wild vines were entangled, killing cranes and pine trees.

After the autumn rain, the raspberry moss grew heavier.

Volume 682 _ 16 Sitting in Hanwo at night

The sky is like an empty river star, like a wave, and beads have been dripping. The traces of my life are really hidden,

I have a deep heart this evening. Ge became addicted to alcohol and eventually had to learn fishing songs.

There is no place to rest, and I want to change clothes and go fishing.

Volume 682_ 17 Wu Meng Jiang Wai Brothers (Yi Wu Meng Qujiang Brothers) Han Wo

In the long summer, the idle door doesn't open, and the grass beside the door is clean. Sleeping alone in an empty courtyard,

I will meet you at the end of the world. At this time, there should be snow on the temples, and the heart will turn to dust from elsewhere.

How to travel three thousand miles, how many months does the book come?

Volume 682_ 18 Qujiang night thinking of Hanwo

The drum will leave the moon, and the leisure square outside the park will be half closed. The red lotus in the pool is condensed with white dew,

The grass in the garden accompanied by dusk. The forest pond is quiet at night, and the fireworks are scattered like a village.

Generally speaking, the secluded world in the world is most related to poetic thinking and leaving the soul.

Volume 682_ 19 passes through Hanwo, Hankou

In the turbulent world, the name of the Qing Dynasty is completely suspended, and it is heartbreaking to turn over the past and present. Every spring tide comes to Wuxia Gorge,

The sun sets every day in Mianzhou. People who live in miscellaneous businesses are rich, and people who live in many places are selfish.

It's been a long time. It's not a fishing boat or a restaurant.

Volume 682 Han He _20 Cherish Spring

I hope I don't lie on my back. If I am sick, I will choose to win the game. A night of rain ended in March,

All kinds of people are keeping watch. If you are too weak, you will be old, and if you are sunny, you will be like autumn.

It should be that the flowers in the West Garden have fallen, and the red patches in the stream are flowing eastward.

682_2 1 Volume and Hanwo's church days

As early as when the real couple gathered in Peng Ying, the gate was still open. Longwei Tower greets the dawn,

Aotou Palace entered the Qing Dynasty. I was shocked by the state that every bone was promoted to immortality, and suddenly I was shocked by Ma Yi's look at each other.

When you look at the road, you will be able to win the graphics.

Volume 682 _22 Summer cram school and Han Wo

If you don't centrifuge all day, you will dream of all corners of the country. After the summer school,

The autumn wind is high in a degenerate profession. It's even harder to live in a world without media, so the sage howled yesterday.

Pity and turn over, two hairs before the year.

Volume 682_23 The day after I left home, I sent my brothers Hanwo.

I work at sunrise and rest at sunset. I hate the morning in Rong Hui. Qian Qian's tears aroused people's feelings,

A small heart moves with the pace. Looking at the mountains and rivers, I looked back at my servants.

Know the brothers upstairs, point to the journey and watch the birds fly.

Volume 682 _24 You Jiangnan Institute of Soil and Water Han He

There was deep sorrow before the noise, and I was afraid that I would run away and fall into the vulgar. Kose is too lazy to bring wine.

Famous mountain leaders hate to show people around. Guanhe cries at the sight of the moon, and the wind and rain are getting old.

There is nothing to be sad about except the methods of our ancestors.

Volume 682 _25 Jiangnan farewell Han Wo

Jiangnan stopped and suddenly met, and the leaves of General Li Tang turned red. A smile * * * is a thing of the past,

Half-hearted and half-hearted care for each other is like a failure. The breeze blew in Guan Shanyue, and others were sent back to the wild.

Generally speaking, feelings should be easy to get old, and many roads are unbearable.

682_26 Juan Ge Bei Han He

Gerber tried to hate it until he persisted, but it seemed impossible to learn to forget. Go to Yunshan to lose painters,

Touching, romantic, envious of Qin monk. The Southern Dynasties preached magnificent scenery, and the Eastern Jin and Qing Dynasties were crazy for several seasons.

Disappointed, I'm exhausted, I'm drunk, drunk.

Volume 682 _27 Winter Hanhe

When the ancient trees are depressed, the sun shines obliquely, and Li Qi is cold and stagnant. When you are worried about snow and smoke,

When it's quiet, the wind blows over the wall. Every time an old friend recalls his foresight, he steals new wine and starts.

Scenery becomes poetry and painting, endless love and hate.

Volume 682_28 In Zhisi, I live in Hanwo

Pay attention to autumn wind and spring. The past is fascinating today. Cooper, a fallen wall, suspicious mountain view,

Liu Gao crows like water villages. The vegetables didn't bloom, and the shade closed the heavy door.

Deep, cold and hungry are all points, and quiet should be discussed.

Volume 682 _29 Veteran Han Wo

Tired of the dust, Huang Ma put away his gun and covered his ears. The murderer was afraid of thunder. The snowy wine stole the numbers,

The moon is bright and clothes are cold. Drive away the tiger's golden armor, listen to songs and throw jade cups.

You don't have to be gentle and neat after sitting for a long time, so far you have to bend your bow hard.

On the edge of Volume 682_30, I saw a hunting gift from Rong Yuan Hanvo.

Embroidered curtains were exposed to the new frost, so they moved the kitchen to the hunting ground. Swallows are surrounded by iron clothes,

Lu Rurong obeyed King Liang. The flag head of Soushan Mountain is far away, but the leopard tail is long.

Praise even won the desert, advocating cup-ring horse-riding dance. The army returned to the wild, and autumn was white.

The corner complains that the city is far away and the night is dim. Tea holding the door and holding a candle torch made a relief for the banquet in Huatang tonight.

Volume 682_3 1 Yu Yuan Wailang from the Ministry of Punishment was squeezed by time. Send a long sentence to Han Wo.

When I joined the army suddenly in the Qing Dynasty, the situation was different from Yantai. Opening is full of pity,

The prince only cries and is poor. It is especially shameful to worry about not saving and tend to be vulgar.

One day later, Tao Zhen will find a shoe, and Cangzhou will find a fisherman.

Volume 682_32 Two Poems by Han He in Northern Qi Dynasty

Arrogance leads to death, while arrogance leads to prosperity. Thousands of mirrors have become pillars,

Sixty halls and corridors in Hao Yun. After the main hunter returned to the original music, Hu Ji woke up and updated her makeup.

At the front of the renewal, there is a young and affectionate emperor next to the spring breeze.

Cultural relics spread to the public at different times, and the destruction can be attributed to haste. Cold hunters often slaughter in court,

Emergency military books are blocked at night. The banner of justice covered the sun, and the flame of Yecheng gave off dazzling light.

Zhou dynasty generals have no body. Would you rather die than go to the iron cage?

682_33 Send two Chinese nests to relatives and friends in Beijing.

Bitter to see the fallen leaves, thin * * * Tianya. Young and empty, more homesick at the beginning of cold.

The rain wall wears the moon moss, and the chrysanthemums bloom in the sun. Because the taste is blue, you will get credit after being injured.

I miss you for a few days and want to sing away from you every day. Straight makes you sick, but it's hard.

Take off your clothes and mourn, scratch your head and leave a hairpin. Outside the setting sun of Xiling, it is suspected that it is Lao Lin.

Volume 682 _34 Wild Mountain Temple Han He

The wild temple sees the red leaves, and the county smells the clothes. Self-pity and self-pity are still pleasing to the eye.

It is night on the high shelf, and the mountain in front should be bright. Leave love in a smoking bird and fly away from home.

Volume 682 _35 Wu Jun nostalgia Han Wo

The Lord secretly punished the loyal ministers, so he taught the powerful countries to get drunk. When people die, the construction industry is empty,

Flowers fall to the level of Xijiang spring. The mighty men of the ages still hold a grudge, and so far the poet has run out.

In vain, thousands of feet was chained, unaware that the nomads from the boat had already disembarked.

Volume 682 _36 Keep Silly Han Wo

There are few bamboo curtain corridors in the deep courtyard, and clothes pillows are used to celebrate the New Year. Watching a fool, I don't know that the world is sinister.

Nothing begins to tell the length of spring. An acre of fallen flowers, half a pole thick, and the wall is empty.

I blame myself for being lazy today. I hate Song Xuan's books all over the bed.

Volume 682 _37 Village in Hanwo

At the beginning of February and March, after the rain cleared, Beiping was abandoned in the south. The joy of the past was full of hatred,

The way to win the scenery is different. Rizhao Shentang smells pecking wood, and the wind carries the country tree as a teapot.

Look at the pear frost the night before, and the wine that hurts the mountain cold.

Volume 682 _38 Leave home for Hanwo

I went to Qian Shan for the first time in the night of early August. There is only a dream on the face, and it is silent when crying.

The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs. Self-pity is not knowledge, embarrassment is fame.

Volume 682_39 Autumn Rain Banquet (Mao Yinian) Han He

The breeze enters the painting hall, shaking the real pearls and foils.

It's raining outside the threshold, which seems to persuade me to teach Zuiyu.

Volume 682 _40 Cold Food Festival Watching Rose (Keith) Hanwo in the rain in Shaxian County

Where I met the rose, my strange hometown was very cold. The rain is full of brocade, and the wind is dying.

General weakness, face is not self sustaining. Green is sparsely showing thorns, and red is densely hiding branches.

Pleasure is long on the fence, but greed is late. Others will be shocked and write their own poems.

Volume 682_4 1 ground furnace hanwo

Two stars are burning by the fire, and the broken dream is back. Listening to the silence in the empty hall,

It's like knocking on a thin, clear voice. Lanterns turn with shadows, and the snow is silent night by night.

Zen guest fisherman acts from their own good and bad, then know that this time Zhan Ran heart.

Volume 682_42 Han Wo, presented by Xizhou Xinyi.

Hou Xian changed the ancient pavilion and decided to protect it first. Gao Yi tried his best to get Qin to drive away the guests.

Open-minded and biased towards Lu. Ping Peng came here to kill his hatred, and the birds were happy to fly.

However, I laughed at yesterday's sage's trading pole, which existed in name only as soon as it was opened.

Volume 682_43 cursive script screen Han He

Where a screen, clear Huai Su. Although it is covered with dust, there is still thick ink on it.

Strange rocks rush to the autumn stream, and Han Teng Gu Hangge. Close to the water tower, you get the moon first, and every word is good.

Volume 682_44 Yongming Zen master Shi Hanhe

The scenery is charming and you can find out the suburbs. Ruo on the treasure incense burner, knocking before Jin Qing Buddha.

Traces of creeping weeds and ridges, clear clouds blowing through the treetops. In the lonely place of Zhigong Zen, cranes come to nest from time to time.

Volume 682 _45 Climbing stairs with questions Han Wo

Summer eaves pass by and cicada trees cross. Tides come to Pukou, watching the rain pass through the ravine.

I just saw the blue boat moving, but I still heard Guiyun knocking at the door. No matter how good the clouds are, the phoenix finally came to the nest.

682_46 Volume Chao Shu and Han Wo.

Crane crowned with stars and feathers, sitting in the study room on the west bank of the bedroom building. Mountain birds have been raised for a long time,

The bamboo shoots by the window leak more moonlight. The white wall does not mention new evils, and the small screen only remembers ancient chapters.

Without hard work, rich countries will be safe and sound.

Volume 682 _47 yuan Night Impromptu Hanwo

The lantern festival is beautiful, and the rain is falling to dusk. Turtles and rabbits hide light clouds and heavy leaves,

Candle dragon holds a bright moon and a bright moon. The smoke is empty, but the back is moist as frost, and the seat is forgotten.

Let's wait for the opening of Ji tonight, and the nine-song chariots and horses will not hinder the trip.

Volume 682_48 The Qing Palace hosted a banquet in honor of Yuan Jun, and King Han He of wuyue presented a poem.

Dare to freestyle without showing your feast to your relatives. The green-rubbed willow cotton was soft at first,

The red cherry powder is not dry. At first, the birds in the valley sang like astringents, and the scenery in the rain was still cold.

People get drunk at parties, but they look around for treasures.

Volume 682_49 Han Wo again.

Under the cherry blossoms, you will be close to the sage and the wind will be far away. Under the butterfly, the pink wall is beautiful.

It is difficult to dry the wine. Clouds and slow springs swallow, pearls and foils droop in the cold in Shui Ying.

Crazy Jane sang her feet, but invited Yan Qun to sing again.

Volume 682 _50 And Han Wo again

I have a guest banquet with curtains and exquisite phoenix dishes. Shadow cage swamp repair,

Sound through the song dynasty, gan. After breaking up, I slept according to the book, longing for the jade pot to be cold.

Cherry is charming with red hearts, and you will be drunk after ten days.

682_5 1 volume weight and hanwo

The cold banquet is dedicated to a small garden, and the dance is feminine and colorful. Every day, I doubt my head,

Sick wine makes me feel thirsty at night. Jiashu leans against the building, the clouds cover the rain, and the mountains are cold at night.

Don't read the note of Tian Tian, but don't read it for eight meters.

Volume 682_52 Yu made a probe to send a congratulatory message with a satin hand, so there is a poem Han Wo.

Send brocade letters, explore flowers and show spring bushes. Diane's eyebrows are light green,

Tan's mouth is thin red. My heart should be tense, and I am afraid of sweating first when I get sick.

Di Taichun returned to the East, but she was wearing a skirt and a snow chest.

Volume 682 _53 Biejiner (and Biejiner and Shu's prostitute who later left Beijing) Han Wo

A foot of red dust and a poem send you two lovesickness paragraphs. Thrushcross left a message today,

It will be more hopeful to send him in another year. Don't talk about your neck when you leave, sing a heartbroken song.

What's wrong with going out? I once dreamed that my lover folded cassia twig.

Volume 682 _54 Vagabond

Zhuang Nan walked in the wilderness, and the cold smoke alone made him angry. Rain and wet autumn flowers along the mountain,

The shallow spring floating on the lonely road will ruin the fruit. When the firewood men met, they were frightened, and the shepherd boy dispersed.

A pot of wine has not returned, and the evening is more looking at the peaks.

Volume 682_55 In the third year, Chen Bing established Hanwo in Fengtian.

Fighting swords and patrolling the city at night, the skirts are full of frost. Thieves fire all over the suburbs, and flying flames invade Xinghan.

Snow is like an empty river, and long forest is like a broken shore. Leaning against the wall, homesick.

Volume 682 _56 Han He in the rain

Qingtong receives the sound of rain, and the sound overlaps. Drop it thinly on the high branches, and then pat the low leaves.

Birds comb their feathers when they are wet, and people worry about their cheeks. It's cold and sticky to go to the west wing alone.

Volume 682 _57 and monk Han Wo

Jianghai is a boatman, Yunshan is a monk. When we meet, two people are speechless, and one is ruonan.

Volume 682 _58 Night Shore Hanhe

Lift the green awning ashore, and the wildflowers will be repaired in the rain and dew.

There was no wave by the river all night, and pedestrians were particularly worried.

Volume 682 _59 Xianshan Hanwo

A wick of incense opens, and the half-berry moss is wrinkled.

The water is clear and the mountains are cut to the bottom, and there are immortals riding cranes.

Volume 60 682_ Maoling Hanwo

Not sad frost dew, hurt spring. Why should filial piety inspire the people?

The news of Emperor Jing's long beard was broken, but he saw a strange fragrance.

682_6 1 Curly Jiangqiu Hanhe

Oblique smoke leaves the egrets alive, and the lotus leaves are withered and fragrant, breaking the wild mud.

A monk showed his paintings and recited scriptures on the west side of the pond.

Volume 682 _62 fleeting Han Wo

In March, sadness is still gloomy, and in spring, the disease is even more gloomy.

Xiong Hao also has a fleeting hatred, and the situation is very easy to become dim.

Volume 682 _63 Han Wo Shang Shan Road

The cliff is spread horizontally, and the ferry people want to die.

But I remember reading a pink book a few years ago and didn't know I had time to draw.

Volume 682 _64 recruit hidden Han Wo

Intention to forget that the machine has been born, and it may be a dirty market.

At that time, people didn't know Yan Lingzhi, so they didn't catch bass but only names.

Volume 682 _65 Yucun Hanhe

The wild goose crosses the rain village building obliquely, and there is a hook under the curtain.

I don't know how wet the railing is, and I didn't look back alone at dusk.

Volume 682_66 makes the wind prevail.

There is nothing wrong with drinking tea, smoking and sleeping, with a roll of Huang Ting in his hand.

Jiang Wanli pillow shutter, boat full sail wind without words.

67 volumes 682_ Feng Hanhe

I have admired fishermen all my life, and I just remembered it today.

The fat mandarin fish is fragrant and small, and the heartbroken taste is the wind.

Volume 68 682_ Bing Hanhe

The grass in the flag is connected with Guan Yu, and it is very cold in the rain in April.

Who will endure tears and dive, the sky is like a river.

Volume 682 _69 Summer Night Han Wo

Strong winds floated with electricity, dark clouds were born, and it rained in the high forest.

After a long night, the rain stopped and the wind subsided, but the broken clouds in Ryutsuki were oblique.

Volume 682 _70 withered Han He

Although the flower sweeper hates the rainy night, the wine is cool after the sunny day.

Wu was worried about getting sick, but he didn't rely on it at that time.

Volume 682_7 1 Send a pear flower of Begonia before the trial to Commissioner Waihanwo of Li Jiu.

When the spring breeze is swaying in February, tourists can't see begonia and pears.

It's better to send it to Xinglang, so I want to go back to thrush.

Volume 682 _72 Han Wo on the first floor

Clouds dissolve in water, and my hometown turns back thousands of miles.

In the middle of the night, tears spilled on the lonely outpost of Guanshan.

Volume 682_73 Frequent interviews with Lu Xiucai (Lu is the last choice) Han Wo

The medicine tactic chess classic is thought to be a theory, and Liu Yaolian's face is forgetful.

Frequently forced into romantic seats, restaurants should suspect infantry.

Volume 682_74 Answer a friend and watch Hanwo deliver wine.

Although you can forget your troubles, you can't get sick. Full of sleeves, more crazy songs.

Volume 682 _75 Wild fishing in Hanwo

Drizzle peach blossom water, light gulls fly against the waves. The limelight was blocked, sitting on the hemp fiber.

Volume 682 _76 Qujiang late thinking of Hanwo

Clouds are lonely, bamboo and wood are cold and green. Water-cooled egrets stand, misty and hazy.

Volume 682 _77 to a friend Han Wo

Don't be embarrassed to talk and laugh, just afraid of leisure and illness.

If there is nothing in my heart, I don't know how long it will take.

Volume 682 _78 Half asleep in Han Wo

Meishan is as dark as a lamp, and half a cloud falls on the pillow.

Covered in tears, a family mousse.

Volume 682 _79 Hanhanhe

It's an accident to worry too much, it's already cold, but it's too late to think too tired, and it leaks at night.

In the lonely place of mountains and rivers, bend a pair of eyebrows to the lamp.

Volume 682 _80 Send Jackson Hanwall

From scratch, there are clouds gathering, and there is no electric fire needle.

Pinju is an illusion, and the world is full of gossip.

Volume 682 _8 1 Interview with Han Wo, a great man in Ming Dynasty

Inch hair is like frost, right shoulder is exposed, and shoulders are covered with bamboo. Sitting in a deep room with lights hanging at night,

Move the sofa to the sun and sleep after fasting. Scrape a film to publicize the theory of three poisons, and take the heart to refer to two Zen.

Cold medicine can distinguish taste, and each has its own sweet spring.

Volume 682 _82 Dajian Han Le Wo

At night, the stringed tube urges the spring breeze to enter the leading edge of renewal. If apricot blossoms are intentional, there are many dancing shirts.

Volume 682 _83 Homesick Han Wo

Tears are endless, and jade cannot be cut without cutting. Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away.

Volume 682_84 Yu Chunyou Long Sentence Han Wo

God's will is clear, and a spring outing wins the celestial world. The smoke in the jade stove is straight, and the wind is quiet at first.

The clouds in Han Yin are disappearing, and the days are getting longer and longer. Willow is full of green eyebrows, apricot buds are half-open like faces.

The oriole vividly depicts mangroves, while Yan Zi depicts Guan Yu. Jade cage with low threshold and clear sun,

Small pool waves warm bath Yuanyang. Ma Si devoted himself to new grass, while people were drunk and afraid of sunset.

It's even more wonderful than curtilage orchestral strings. Even Luo Qi wears makeup when he fights. After more than a thousand years of martial arts,

This alone is already a great achievement.