Ask for poems or ancient prose about lying in bed or sleeping.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.

This is a word. ...

For Ouyang Yi, this is a year of dreaming of leaving home.

Liu Shenxu's words are like spring water, wandering around his hometown.

Xue Ying said, "Hua stayed in Vietnam and dreamed of returning to Qin Yue." .

Duan said that lice suddenly and violently hindered dreams, and insects called louder and louder.

Duan Meng thinks in his dream, but cherishes the lamp in his words.

Si Kongtu sentence Cool crane dream, Su Sangyi.

Zhao Wei said that when Matsushima Crane wrote back, Orange Island was full of dreams.

Xiong jiao's sentence is tired of listening to birds singing. After waking up, when spring is over, he sweeps off the flowers.

Meng Bin talked about fairy birds, but returned to the air to dream. The Qing dynasty was not ashamed of itself.

God knows I remember him, which made me meet him in a dream on earth.

Li Pin's words only took five words, which ended his life. (Dream of the North)

Li Yuan sentenced the personnel to three glasses of wine and a game of chess. (Dream in the North).

Li Jing said that there are 100,000 households in Chengdu, and nine Niu Yi Mao. (See Dream of the North)

Juyuan Yang said that three knives dream of Yizhou and one arrow takes Liaocheng. (See Chronicle below).

Zhao Lu's sentence dreams of the sun and the moon, and reminds me of the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See Yuezhou County Records).

When Han Wo recalled sleep for three times, the dream of spring was all sleep. If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow.

TanYongzhi's sentence "Things are different, and dreams are brokenhearted and tired." . ("Yi Monk")

Wu Bin's sentence did not leave the rooster, and the dream soul went to Zhegu Village first. ("Word Jiemu")

Ling Huchu's "Hehe Joining the Army": Hu Feng's five songs "Thousands of Miles Away" are shocking, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter. Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam.

Ling Hu-chu's Zaqu and two songs of Sauvignon Blanc, Xing Jun Denglong and My Dream is in My Boudoir. Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty.

Linghu Chu Zaqu, two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, spring sleep, screen window fans. In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning.

* * * Miscellaneous songs 6. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul. I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day.

* * * miscellaneous songs, long-lived female clouds send rain to Kansai, the wind scattered in the north and autumn. Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick.

* * * Za Ge Da An Le (Upregulated Song) Tears are hard to exhaust, and jade sells well. Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away.

The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is open. Love love love, come to the restaurant.

Zhang Wen's tears are endless, and jade sells well. If you go with the bright moon, Mo Dao dreams of a distant soul.

Song answered a field visit to the mountains and returned to Ilo at night. Going to bed suddenly became a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain.

In Jingzhou, Song returned to Mengze in Lingnan. In autumn, there are clouds in the sky. It will also be the feather of the heron and re-enter the partridge group.

Zhang said that he entered Cornus Mountain on the 9th and wrote five poems, of which 5,000 were in the mountain height. When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals.

Shen Rujun's "in my heart forever" two geese are hard to send, but they are too worried to dream. May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp.

Since its abandonment, Zheng Gugu has spent more than half a century in the elegant house of Xishu ... Four rhymes hang on every thought and smell the words, and the rainy night reaches the meditation bed. Haven't seen you again, the cinema Qiu Guang sparkles. Lonely clouds will eventually break the contract, and thin officials will be hurt. Dream around the Changsong Pagoda, burning a wick in the distance.

Bin Xu spent the night in Jingshan, and his relatives and friends met with different situations, and occasionally stopped the boat. There are no restrictions, but there is nothing to talk about when we meet. Always sitting in disbelief and dreams, feeling anxious and uneasy. It's easier to be famous than to be late. It's time to go.

Bin Xu Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the East in the west. Why did he meet him? Dreaming of Wu Yueshui, I hate the deep Hunan Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and snow peaks overlap. Who knows that when I am old, I pity your sudden appearance.

Cui Tu's title is Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his official career refers to a hill. No one has lived together for a long time, and cranes repair ghosts. Grass mingled with fields, springs and streams of stone slurry. Even more disrespectful to the old genealogy, it is suspected that it is autumn on earth.

Wu Shan Temple in Cuitu looks like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country. Jiangshan is not the old master, sex is the predecessor. Dreamer, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people. I wonder where it will be in thousands of years.

In William's hometown, Cuitu Spring Festival Evening is full of flowers, but the dream of Jianglou is still incomplete. If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live forever. Li Tejue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids. I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang 'an.

Cui Tu's gathering friends in autumn night has accumulated a lot of merits, and the stars and the moon are frosty. I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returns to the moon, poetry becomes a guest dream. More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops.

Cui rabbit gave a gift to the monk who was taking a break from food. He heard that Du Zhong is not Lent, so why should he care more? Few people go to the hospital quietly, and go to the top of the mountain from the grass. There are no birds under the stage, and there are clouds buried on the stone road. In order to remember the old Zen, I also dreamed of a hundred cliffs.

Cui Tu lived in seclusion in spring, thinking of old events in the south of the Yangtze River. Dumen, is it a solution? Dreams never leave the spring stone, which Lin Wei called seclusion. Gradually get familiar with the floating world and recall the old mountain spring. The water and wind in the south are warm, so white apples should be born.

Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, left Duan Lin and saw Qianfeng. If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Despite the burial of the old, the window of the monk is cold. I felt unwilling, so I dreamed of Chang 'an.

Cui Tu reads autumn nights, it's time to go out. White doesn't happen early, Qingyun goes late. I only want to go to the country in my dream, but I can't track him. Strengthen my way, I still have a clear conscience.

In early August, Han Wo left home and went to Qian Shan for the first time. 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.

Han Wo wants to get rid of window talk and restore his youth. I always meet before I want to leave. I hate endless books. I am extremely suspicious. I am disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it.

Wu Rong sent Master Guangli to Zidian for a long time in the east and Haimen in the east. Furong knows it's a dream, don't be ecstatic. A bird that gets up early in the morning becomes an ape. The mountain should be old when it is heavy.

Wu Rong sent Tongguan early, and the sky collapsed at the beginning of the month. His dream is still alive. The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official patrol ends with suffering, and the life experience is quiet. Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, rushing with the clouds and pillows.

Wu Rongdie fell in love, and the smoke in the South Garden was slightly exposed. To live is to live together, and to fly is to fly. Grass is shallow and sorrow, flowers are residual and cherish the sunset glow. Long-time friends pick up fragrant girls, and dreams are far away at night.

Dai Siyan's Rain on the River is not free unless he doesn't want to go. Where the stars shine, the wind and rain bring cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves. The rustling is not over yet, and I will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.

Dai Siyan stuck in the sky, sand in the ancient battlefield. It snows a lot every spring and lives in cattle and sheep. The cold corner blows homesick tears, and the dried elm falls into the dream bed. Never a tourist from mountains and rivers, who is a fisherman?

Du Xunhe sent Chen Yun back to Machuan, which was like entering Wuling Creek. The mountains on both sides of the strait are opposite, and birds sing in three springs. The wine flag flutters, and the monk's house melts with the clouds. That is, this is my hometown road, and I am not fascinated by your dream.

Du Xunhe's gift to the Venerable Master, regardless of Zen or Dharma, will eventually enter the enlightenment gate. If you solve the blank, you will get nothing. Eyes open and dreams float, and the heart is the source of the road. Today, more people come to learn from the teacher to teach Chinese apes.

The year before last, Du Xunhe sent Gu Yun to rescue him, just at Pingzhou Hotel. It is difficult to communicate with each other when we are apart. Although Hou has gathered, his hometown is empty. Recall your dreams and chase Hong every night.

At the end of winter, Du Xunhe cast assistant minister Pei in Changsha to expose the dust, which is hard to say. As soon as home and mountains leave, grass and trees become spring. Blowing dreams and windy days, crying and worrying about snow and yue apes. If your mind is full of ideas, then why are you far away from home?

Du Xunhe will visit Xianghu Lake as a family member, so he must die. Guests far away in the south boarded the water boat for the first time. Yue Zhong's dream is cold, and there are few fragments of Hunan and Guangdong. There is a return plan, and the storm is every other year.

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.

Zheng Zhun's generation sent the border people to the kingdom of Jun for a long time, but he was unconscious. A piece of heart is a solution, and a dream is a bridge. Holy ze is like bait, and the battlefield is over. When the cool breeze is for me, I will make an anvil sound one by one.

Wei Zhuang's sadness and avoidance of sadness are unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples. No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, He Xiang is drunk hometown.

Wei Zhuang is still very emotional about the disease of drinking and making friends, and he is self-centered. All life is a dream, it is better to sigh than to sing. Snow is beautiful, clear and deep. If you leave your boss at will, you will get drunk and never touch your chin.

Wei Zhuang's Mourning of Spring is full of sadness, but he hates spring even longer. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.

Wang Zhenbai Nagato complained about two lonely spring songs in the Forbidden City, and the remnants of the lights still exist. I have never been a concubine, and occasionally I am ungrateful. Flowers hurt the temples, and warblers wake the soul. If Cui Hua can stay, she should avoid the old door.

Wang Zhenbai has something to think about (the works of Sauvignon Blanc). When hibiscus leaves the water, it will occasionally separate. Since then, I have ignored it, and long education has been thinking about it. Can Chun is not asleep, and Fang Xin wants to spread it. Under the lonely autumn hall, I sang a little poem of thanks.

Bai Juyi wrote some handwritten poems in Huangfuzezhou on the moonlit night in early winter. Because of the dispatch of the newspaper, I even wrote two or three long sentences with seven or eight lines of tin foil and silver hooks. The heart is chasing books and newspapers, and the dream is looking for a way around the sheep. There are many bright months in the south of the water, and the cold in the north of the mountain is full of first frost. I hate to spill newly cooked wine, because it doesn't taste in winter.

Bai Juyi went down the mountain to live in seclusion and sent him to Xianggong, Hu Ling, Shannan. He has taken his body to the garden and sent his name to Lushi. If you don't exercise your health, you will be lazy and quiet. If you don't have gold, you will be poorer and more idle. Support a door to make a living and refuse to rejuvenate. It's just that Xiang Jun has forgotten. When I think of Hanshui, I dream of Bashan.

Bai Juyi wrote four lyrics for "The Emperor of the Great Line", which were written by Feng Yi, and turned into the same track, showing a clear sense of sacredness. Although the emperor and the nine-year-old are auspicious dreams, the call of the mountain is empty. The moon is low, courtesy speaks to Lu Lan, and the wind draws the flute into Baicheng. The old sick dragon beard couldn't climb up, and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was the most serious one.

Bai Juyi dreamed of traveling hand in hand at night, but she didn't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times. You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.

Bai Juyi, Yang Shuqin sent a new poem, which is full of idle thoughts ... When he reported it, he was idle and drove the old lady away. A healthy and tall body should be gilded, and a tall one should be called a white beard. If you talk about dust, please rest assured Yun Xin. Advance and retreat are all dreams, and mountains are no different.

It is no accident that Bai Juyi replaced books with poems, and praised Chao Shangshu's idea of sending books. His dream lies in Lin Quan. I would like to be a misty couple in the valley of fools, thinking about the fate of an empty door. Every humiliated minister pays attention as soon as possible, and self-pity laity is sick. I don't know if I can wait for my heart. My alma mater was in June, 1967.

Cui Xuanliang and Bai Letian (divided into the capital by the Prince's guests) returned to Luoyang after illness, wiped their eyes and opened their eyes to see Bai Hou. Phoenix is afraid that you will leave this year, and Longmen owes me an old trip. Several people sang a song together and paid tribute to several oil lamps. The relative memory of distant Liu Liu, the dream of a cold night in Changzhou.

A glorious tour of Hangzhou thick place, send poetry Jiang village fall temporarily in autumn. The situation at that time was that Wen Jun was traveling alone. In Zhejiang, the wind and smoke remind us of ancient times, and the characters in Chu township were given stairs. Books cover the fog, dreams cover the moon and apes worry. It is better to lie in Cangzhou than to miss an old friend for a long time.

Mou Rong saw off guests in Hangzhou, and the west wind blew through mink, and the wind was cold and rushing. Sails take the sunset over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou. When the wind is clear, you will be surprised by homesickness. Don't worry about the songs under the lights. When you think of the prosperity of Hangzhou, you should first separate from your troubles, and then respect it.

Mou Rong thinks that there are two songs about what happened when he left his arms. He often dreams, and he is poor and lonely. Poetry is difficult to become a law because of rhyme, and wine is too worried about the body. Old friends in the fundus are shocked by the age, and Huafa in the past is new with the times. Ten years of wandering like a ping trace once boarded a disappointed god.

Murong Shaogong's mother scratched her head, listened to a few songs from Chu, brushed her clothes and went back to tears. In the third spring, I often want to hate it and raise it like nothing grows. Zhejiang water dreams thousands of miles, Jiangsu Taiwan worries about white clouds. Sorrow is unique to Huang. He sang me several times in the breeze.

Mourongke travels thousands of miles in Yunshan, and it is cold and rainy at night. Floating pavilions, flowers and bamboos are often dreams, and they are half-worried. Grass is beside people, and wine is empty. It's been a long time. I'm tired of going upstairs. Drink a glass of wine in front of the bottle, don't send acacia to get tired.

The doors of the two lonely and desolate museums that Mou Rong freehand painted are closed, and the moss path is gloomy and there are few traces. White madness, broken dust, green carpet falling. High mountains and flowing water, Qinsan Lane, bright moon and breeze, a bottle of wine. You don't have to talk about honor and disgrace in this life.

MouRong sent Chen Heng to Qiu Jiang. In the evening, the smoke was gray, and people left the river to promote the voyage. Thousands of miles away, one official goes alone, and three pastes and ten annual salaries. Clouds are far away from home, and dreams are long around Tongshan. There is no need to be sad and cold in front of the wind. In ancient times, Bai Shou was still A Lang.

Cai Jing praised Zigui and turned it into a bird for thousands of years, always chasing and hating too far into the forest. Bloody flowers wither in spring, waves float on the moon, cold and light. Tears before the wind condensed into purple plugs, disturbing the heart in a dream of red mansions. Heartbroken words can't be returned, and Jianmen is handed over to Shu.

Shen Li recalled that when he was drunk in the state, there were no other guests. In the evening, Niu Gong came out with real pearls, and several people in Yancheng painted horns three times before closing, and the banquet was held all night. Silver candles sit in the corner to listen to midnight, and the Zheng banquet is promoted. Wine is poor with the old, and the new language is palace. As soon as Huaihai dispersed from the clouds and rain, everything was in a dream.

Wang Haige (the highest place in Wolong Mid-Levels) Shen Lixin's 20 poems: Wuying Rabbit is far away from the horizon, and the crane's back is loose and low. The lake mirror sits in the corner to see the frame full, and the waves distinguish the clouds. The sunset glow is bright and the sails are small, and the smoke trees are boundless and charming. Xiao Suo's feelings are all dreams, and the grass will grow in nine days.

Twenty Poems by Shen Li Xinlou Water Temple Yan Boye Temple passed by, and the water country was in an endless dream. There are rivers and moons in the clouds, and the tides rise and fall on the island and the sea. Sit and watch the fish and birds drift away, and quietly watch the balcony go up and down. I heard that Huacheng is convenient, so it should be enough to go to the Dragon Palace from here.

Shen Li Jianxuan's cinema incense lamp is lonely and dusty, and the worry body must be empty. When the dragon bowl falls down, it can't rain, and the tiger bed still has a hate platform. There are no bubbles floating in the centering pool, and the fluctuating rock edge dreams. At midnight, pine nuts fall in the moonlight, just like listening to the law for the public.

The Twelve Peaks in Wushan are included, and the Rong Hui is made of stone, fireworks and fog. Young Chu girls are jealous of the old clouds, dreaming of fairies in the daytime. Silver arrow night candle, pearl spring dance clothes. Who hurt Song Yu thousands of years later, leaving a green hill to distinguish right from wrong.

On the 9th, Bao Rong and his friends climbed clouds and trees. Autumn filled Sichuan. They stood in front of a statue, in the wind of dogwood. Celebrating festivals for guests several times, I have seen who is a teenager. Frost reported that the clothes were cold and the needles pointed, and the geese were frightened to dream and shed tears. In ancient times, it was rare to get drunk and leave the poor to pay the bill.

Baorong sent a school book for 17 years old. Li Renxing is a scholar. Last August, there were four or five people in the swimming pool. After a long trip to the moon, I felt sad and dreamy. I mistakenly entered Huaguang and recognized spring with a smile. First, go to the pavilion with the breeze, and then the autumn rain will pass through the golden dragon. What is the reason for this day this year? The depression in Shantou is not good for patients.

At the beginning of Wang Dynasty, Ye Xiucai was sent to ride Yulong, and the river beam came back to collect clothes. The layer of ice rises close to the spring dragon, and Jiuze Cloud flies alone. I miss the dream of Beishan, and it is rare to revisit Xiluo. Hanting dogs are good friends, and they forced the crossbow back a few days ago.

Wang Xiucai was sent to Chizhou to visit Wu Taishou Chiyang, jump and carve a saddle, and the Shili Pavilion was filled with herbs. The clothes cover the obstacles and the wind is fine, and the sword is light and snowy. In the sunny suburbs, the soul of my hometown is broken, and the trees are crying and dreaming. Xinglang, the host of the South Pavilion, waved his whip and asked for directions.

The heads of Prince Chu and Qiu Shulong fly obliquely to avoid Hongyi, and the clouds are disappearing and the sky is empty. The night of the Han Palace is full of two stems, and it is cool and cool. Hunan women can't help complaining, and Hubei Hunan is hard to be poor by dreams. Two oars on the river bank bend continuously, scaring off the lotus leaves of swimming fish.

It's cloudy and cold at night, and when it's empty, the shadows of bamboo and plum blossoms are uneven. A chicken wakes up early in the morning, and it is late in the cold city. Personnel disputes lurk, and the heavenly heart is silent. Whoever cleans up the poor and the disabled has happiness in his eyes.

Yin boarded the Phoenix Terrace, overlooking Chang 'an on the Phoenix Terrace, and the five-color palace robe was taken. The colored pen keeps calligraphy for ten years, and the Milky Way lies dry all night. Three mountains and birds are dusk, and six generations of vegetation are residual. At first, I believed that life was like a dream, so I didn't want to dry my cup.

Yin's "Winter Appreciation in a Foreign Land". The solstice of winter has come, and he looks back at his hometown and looks forward to the distance. Gradually, I am glad that the sun will recover from the ground, but I will pity those people and drive the ice away. Plum dew knows how to welcome wax, and willow blows the palace robe to remember to wait for the DPRK. Many old friends accepted the banquet and listened to the flute and Shao in the five clouds.

Yin sent Liu Yuxi to wait on Yu Ci and sent him to Wuyang City, Lianzhou. The guests were in a good mood. Home is similar to forgetting the dangers of mountain roads, and the soil is very light. Plum blossoms enter the Luofu dream, and Guang Hai plum blossoms. This is to understand and pay for privacy, Shi Tian Spring Rain Research and Cultivation.

Yin Yaofan's ladies-in-waiting unloaded gorgeous clothes, while Huang Guan's plain clothes were appropriate. Tin is near the king's order, and Pei Zuo is the new division. Jade is ruthless during the day, and dreams of walking in the Yaochi at night. The girl in green is full of sadness and parting, and she releases all jealousy and triviality. Willow evergreen Yueyang Tower, where Qingxi passes by, is full of clouds and mountains. In front of the building, tourists complain about Qiu Meng, and the beautiful scenery on the lake is suspicious of nocturnal songs. Sitting alone, the wind is high and the wind is urgent, and Pinghu is foggy. In the end, the ship has to carry firewood and the sail has to worry about Bai Bo.

Meng Haoran is pregnant with five clocks to urge each other, and four gases go back. The residual lamp in the tent went out and the aroma in the stove turned to ashes. Gradually, I saw the lotus pillow forced by spring and suddenly felt that the bamboo cup was cold. Every family should not lie down, and only when they miss each other can they have dreams.

Li Bai asked Guo Jiangjun, a young general, to leave Wuwei and enter the silver platform to protect himself. Pingming blew his sword into the sky. At dusk, he hung up his whip and came back drunk. The jade emperor breezes and the beauty dances the bright moon. The past is like a dream, and you are drunk when you meet.

In the late spring, Zhou Dongting sent Li Sima to help the wind, and the flowers were like brocade, and the green wine was returned to you. I'm worried about the moon in Hanguguan, and I'm going back to Panxi's Li Meng. Cherish the spring scenery in front of the curtain, and it is not bad to be idle on earth. Looking at the west, I'm going to have diarrhea. There are tears on the sleeves of your shirt.

Li Jiayou, a Jianghu Qiu Si, followed the forbidden geese and moved to Jiangtan Crane. Surabaya River is far away from eight streams, and the clear maple suddenly seems like a thousand-year branch. Song Nanchun is full of sad dreams, and the lake mouth clouds are deep across the road. * * * Looking at the Han Dynasty, the fly will be a prophet sooner or later.

Bao Hetong and Yan Bojun's "Observing Taoist Temple" have already stated that the beautiful women in the south can't go back, and the talented people in Luoyang need the media more. The snow in Chyi Chin came by accident, and the breeze in Lop Nur was about to break dawn. Ran Ran is built by households, and the balcony reflects all the way. Let me fly to the moon and become immortal, let me dream.

Baohe and Cheng Yuan went to the eastern suburbs in spring, that is to say, Lang Guan no longer regretted the late days, and the wild old people enjoyed themselves for several years. A few flowers surprised butterflies, and several silkworms slept with leaves. The vine hangs around the beads, and the spring steps are soaked with green money. Until the retreat, Yinger was still singing, and the willow contained smoke.

Last night, the high-altitude farewell, centrifugal force Yu Tao, the third night west wind is high. Fireflies fly and trees fall, and now they dream of returning to the west. The sound of the morning bell lights up three or four times, and the horses in the East neigh. As soon as I took my clothes out, I saw the clouds coming back.

Du Fu's five-character poem "Decline": I know Song Yu's sadness and elegance, and he is also my teacher. Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time. His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? . The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.

Du Fu dreamed in February and didn't sleep alone at night. Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected. At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger. Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere.

Qian Qi long letter hatred long letter fireflies to one, moth eyebrow tears nine deep and remote. Look at the bright moon before the magpie, and the lotus falls into the crimson river. It's hard to dream after a long separation, but it's more worrying to listen far away. Who sings and dances at night in Zhaoyang, Wang Yuxi has stayed for a long time.

Qian Qi sends a bell to comment on things. In this case, he returned to Fangnian in the east, and turned to Peng, looking back at the east of Fuling with deep affection. The moth's eyebrows don't enter the Qin stage mirror, and the snipe feathers are also surprised. Things are melodious in the spring dream, and the years are lonely and sad. I advise you to save some of the banquet, a gift of a thousand miles is hard to come by.

Qian Qi has the title of Phoenix Man in the scene of Prime Minister Zhang's Imperial Palace, and every blind date is in his mind. Joining the army will tell that Stefanie is poor. Purple tea in the cup is wine, and green water in the piano is quiet for guests. If you want to know the meaning of missing each other, I only hope that Joan Zhi often falls asleep.

Qian Qi sent the scenery of Yongjia King 12 Yongjia into the New Year, and the poems of gifted scholars became pitiful. In my dream, when I get home and don't meet each other, I will remember who sent it. Flowers shed tears, while warblers brush their hairsprings and break their strings. May the return air blow the sea geese and fly books to your side for one night.

Qian Qi Chessboard Ridge blocked Kou from hearing Li Duangong's sunset and going to Chunan, with tears in his eyes, looking at the birds in the south. Ruan's intestines are dark and lonely, and the river flows far away. Don't hate it. Since the bright moon can recall dreams, why should the green hills be separated? Qin Chu became a national subjugation, and Acacia sent a white-headed song.

Qian Qi wept bitterly, bid farewell to the flowers and left with the wind. Last night, an old friend stayed in the spring, and now he hangs in the mirror. The sound emblem is silent and empty, turning into a dream, making Fan Chaochao unable to see anything. There are a few lives left in the evening, so there should be no sadness.

Yuan Jie Tang Jingling has no roots, no wells and no springs, and it has been a dream for thousands of years. Country Garden has not returned to Crane, and its surname is Xianxian. The wind is beautiful and the altar is quiet, and the land is idle and the grass is long. How to climb the Soviet trail during the day and hold the sky?

Zhang Jizhong indirectly stayed with Li Yinghuan in Baqiu, and he got drunk on the fairy boat. Poetry falls with the grass, and wine intestines are driven by holes. Floating life is like gathering clouds, and the past is like a dream. Today, under the sail city, the autumn wind looks back and tears dry.

Han Han sees Fujian in Xiangyang, while Xunyang drives Ma Jiangmeng in the south. It's early in spring before Tieshan, and at the peak of incense burner at dusk. Kong Lin is going to visit Pang Jushi, and the ancient temple should be Master Huaiyuan. The origin of the two places is worthy of interest, and the three sages are fortunate to leave poems for future generations.

Emperor Han dedicated Qingyun to the king. He should be away at night. Judy was very happy when she got married. Drink more pity and dance with double sleeves, and try to spoil Wuhua. In the tent, the spring fragrance is burning, and in front of the hall, the candle shadow shines early. What's more, it's a new rain break at the stadium, and Wang Sun will definitely invite him today.

Lang Shiyuan sent Li Ao, secretary of Hunan Province, to pity Ruan. Remember that he can be a talented person and a strong one. When you enter Chu, don't forget to look at the bamboo with tears in your eyes. Love Jiang Feng when you stop the boat. I really know that tourists are like a dream, but I am willing to hate apes singing in the rain at night. If you don't believe in the book of Hengxiang, you can't get it. Autumn geese cross Badong every year.

When Toure saw himself lying flat on his back in Baling, Yanwu, the two townships dreamed of acacia for thousands of miles. But the infantry prefers wine and knows that Guanglu is the best poet. Jiangtouchi is worried about the guests. Who is the chrysanthemum outside the fence? If you don't look at the horse, you will be sad.

Geng Kun's guest house in Qiyang is a ravine where Zhang Mingfu's wife and children want to escape to the east. The leaves are cold, my heart is calm, and the rain is rustling in my dreams. Xing Shuang gradually saw its invasion of China, and it grew up in the illusion of the holy dynasty. The confidant is only here, and there is nothing in the mountains.

Geng Yifeng and Li observed high-rise birds on the Bailou City of Denghe River and climbed the ladder from Gongyi. The Yellow River bends all the way out of the sky, and the day wheel sets lightly on the Haixi. Yushu has a long dream and the sea of clouds is charming. Why spring is more harmonious? The situation is like autumn wind and war.

Geng Kun promised to send a love letter to Zhang Han's second relative, Chen Guanjun City, which is even more sad. Recently, he has been dreaming about Dan. The silver cup immediately put out the fire in the heart, and the gold tweezers only put silk on the temple. Around the courtyard, the moss smells wild geese, and the yellow leaves are in season. An old friend walks high in the clouds and is willing to read the future.

Rong Hong gave several poems to Cen Langzhong when he was still studying as a child. The smoke and dust in the four seas are still wide, and the dream of ten years follows. Although I see the disease in a cloud, I hate following the trend. There are no people who study poetry in the world, so they don't look for poetry.

Chen Zhou, the fallen horse official of Rongyu, was pregnant with the Winter Solstice last year and grew up in Chang 'an. This year, Chang 'an met the solstice, and the next step is to consider ice and snow. Dreams follow Wu to heaven, and poverty and hunger are difficult to serve the country. Looking north to the southern suburbs, there was no news, and there was only tears in Jiangtou.

Dou often sends letters home to ask the doctor to see you. Today, when the civilization of the Han Dynasty was developed, Jia Fu was temporarily specialized in the city. Why not give a secret order to help bamboo first? Nothing more than deleting books and misnaming them. When my humble abode is happy, the spring dream has gone, and the falcon swims in the Qingjiang River. The New Year can only be thirty-two, but it is a waste of time to laugh at Pan.

"beginning of spring" Dou Chang later said that he was invited by Li Kuangya of Bianzhou to push "Night Spitting Pot Songs" in his spare time to see how far Yimen could go. Every time I listen to a cold dream, I can see that there are many worries about traveling. At first, I was surprised by the night. I felt the spring breeze blowing gently. Old friends in the sea are the oldest, and flowers bloom and horses fall.

Dai Shulun's palace ci forbids uterine leakage, and the night is silent. The spring breeze in the mirror is worrying, and the moon in the car is dreaming. The dust is dark and the jade steps are broken, and the golden house is fragrant. Zhen Xin is very jealous, so why ask Ma Qing when buying a gift?

Meng Chun Cen Can

Last night, the spring breeze walked into the deep bedroom, letting people know that it was spring and thinking of people far away from Xiangjiang River.

I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.

Liu Daxia Lanling

Liu Yin is straight and smoky. On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered and the cotton was sent away. Who knows how tired Beijing guests are when they visit their old country? Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet. Looking for old traces, drinking and mourning strings, leaving a watch and light. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food. Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. You can count posts as soon as you turn around. Look at people in the north. The accumulation of sadness and hatred. Gradually leaving pu haunts, Tianjin is silent. Sunset, Ran Ran, endless spring. Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Meditation on the past is like a dream and a dark tear.