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Xiao Yuhan Honeysuckle Set
Author's self-introduction
Xiao Yuhan, Yuren Julong. Good at drinking and socializing. Happy filler words, happy to manipulate. The rest of the work was to make Danqing pamphlets, and idly listen to the sound of Brahman. Although it is a wonderful idea, it is useless. Born to hate horses, dead to love the bragging.
Manjiang Hong Li Dong the next day family Citou Seven Festivals
The snow is falling, and you should pity me, and be miserable. Where the landslides, the mourners mourn, and the earth is dark. The prosperity of gold and jade is ultimately a dream, and the frost old tree should be confused. Go to the lotus platform, throw away this red dust, and all are guests.
The human world, the que and the stranger. Wish in your heart, emptiness. But the three moves have been remembered, and the legacy has been inherited. The candles and tears are all cold, and the paper ash is fragrant with condensation. The first string of the moon, the strange look at the wind and clouds, who can measure.
Now my mother three seven sacrifices, thin after the stroke of the strings broken
After the cone is pierced, Shi XinYong separates.
View the three islands from the sea, and the hall is in front of the temple.
Six strings emblem nine places, light snow at the beginning of winter.
Substitute me as if the intestines are broken, meditating or knowing.
Eight poems in isolation
One
Cover up the jade pot ice, and point out the green fly er's unique ability.
Mo Daoni is more than a pure habit, and now the character is how he was.
Second
Don't tired Hong Qiao knocked on the screen, the career in the palm of his hand was comforted.
Why should the apricot altar master Yi Skill, Gao Wu Gong heard about Jianhuan.
Third
Live up to the winter sun for a few days, Xiao Xiao leaves less people.
It is better to clarify the mind a little, and the crowd will learn to lie flat.
Fourth
It is too difficult for me to dream of Qingqing, and the beauty is envious of Shanshan.
The river and mountains are still in the slanting sun, and they try to lean on the fence to the window.
Fifth
Tong Ying Xiao is like Qin, and the scene as a child is like a trance.
Nineteen bottles of fenjiu in the tenth of a decade are still the only people who wake up in the middle of the night.
Sixth
The code inventory did not stop at night, and he was in charge of Wei Jin lying on a high-rise building.
The price of charcoal is cold, and I ask for tian Pepsi to worry.
Seven
There were no faint crows in the South Mountains, and the sound of Fan Bai was cold.
The chaotic career is really like a dream, and the guests of the high-rise building send prosperity.
Its eight
Liuhe depression is cold wind, cold waves that remember falling flowers.
Relying on the jun to idle the former dynasty, only in the official frog bird singing.
Ching Ping Le
What a taste, rotten rats can be drunk. Hao's hair is especially ashamed, and his spit is dry and heavy.
I have never known the cause of evil, and I can be a neighbor to virtue. A few who immortal characters, thousands of autumns and red dust.
Answer Brother YunHua
The number of treacherous and evil deeds returned, and the ice and snow were as heavy as mountains.
But Wen Yan said that Hengyang is good, and I will wait for the spring breeze to pass through Yuguan.
Worldly
The world is devastated, and life hates separation.
Although the sun and stars are hidden, I cannot move.
Climb the Big Open
Asahi peeks into the ridge, and the floating clouds lock the jade platform.
The empty forest was shocked and reported that the deceased had come.
Brother Bamboo Pine and his friends descended to Lanzhou in the middle of the night, drinking in nature's barbecue and rhymed with flowers
For the runshi intestines to summon jujube tea, the small stove three feet of fire into flowers.
Zhao Liu Nineteen has no snow, but he steps on the street lamp to bear the restaurant.
The starry sky shines according to the floating maple, and the long river of thousands of trees and flowers.
When I want to sleep, I want to go, and there is still jade door sand in the wind.
The eight doors of the world look at the five flowers, and hurry to meet the ends of the world.
For example, Junben is a celestial horse and lives in Guazhou near Wowa.
Bustling red dust language is not bad, idiot who solves Shao Pinggua.
After much time, I asked Chrysanthemum.
And bamboo pine brother "incense" rhyme four songs
One
I didn't feel that the clothes were half cold at night, and there was a guest Fei Qiong Pulp at Hengmen.
The poor moonlight is covered up, and each of them is hazy and dark.
Two
Every time the disabled year is severely sentimental, and the encounter mo is more said to be hot and cold.
Bring a piece of Guan Shan Yue, remember the ice string to be sealed incense.
Three
Pengmen Mo complained about Qi Luoxiang, in the end the wind and earth road is long.
Singing and crying in the middle of the night when drinking bitterly, smoke waves tomorrow old Jinliang.
Four
The goose is yellow in color, and the snow turns faint.
On the leaf of the wind pavilion, the stone has ink fragrance today.
And Zhao Ming brother "Mei" rhymes four songs
The westerly wind of the chopping ground was destroyed by a hundred hui, and now the tiles were thundering.
Longtou Longwei three thousand miles, tomorrow Nanshan to explore the morning plum.
After all, The Blue Bridge is already surnamed Pei, and the order of the festival is painful for no reason.
Whoever is in charge of the Lonely Mountain affairs, Mr. Mo Xiao is still waiting for Mei.
Before the landing of the goose did not return, the creek mountain belongs to me but looking for plums.
At that time, the castle was still the same, but the word acacia had been grayed.
The model qing'e light plum, which student cultivation to here to accompany.
The old man grew up under the Yang Pass and agreed to ninety thousand cups of spring wind.
Partridge day window cleaning
Self-deposed official Pepsi harmonic, late at night alone dare to drunk on the long street. Jun corrupt rats fight for taste, I laugh at the flock of frogs singing in line.
Flower cover, Moon Mingtai. Sir's heart is less dusty. The shadow of the sycamore was sprinkled all over the court, and the west wind did not have to guess.
Meet at the same window to make leek dumplings in the Yu's hut to welcome the winter solstice
The trees fall frost roots out, and the cold spring is still a stream.
The cliff ice has been hung, and the leaves of the path have become a mystery.
Dogs in the hedges, suspects rack chickens.
It is still aged and the oven is full of red clay.
My Mother's Seven Seven Sacrifices
In the river and mountain ice caves, the road is narrow and only cars are allowed.
This is not a survival, and this life is eternally credited.
The stele stops freezing the finches, and the seal wall is printed with snails.
Poor bright moon night, Matsuru looked at the eyes.
Answer the kingdom of his own brother
Hangu Double Scripture Characters Are Sound, and After Qingniu goes, there are few strange men.
It is not as good as the wine outside the state, so as to talk to the autumn wind.
The fourth anniversary of the establishment of the Dunhuang Poetry Society sent bamboo pine
Speaking of the dust before the smoke, the spring wind guests lingered.
Hexi character Duojun is there, looking back at shazhou moon a few rounds.
Linping sent bamboo pine, I am afraid that not seven steps also, a smile
Cherish and now feel at ease, chicken sound horse shadow old red dust.
Poor last night, he held his head and drank wine, only reading new clothes and the old man.
Sent bamboo pine again
Burrow Lane Curling Virgin's House, Balcony Flowers And Grass Fine Career.
The drunken song is deeper and snowier, and it provokes two sideburns.
Takematsu asked me in poetry and answered with his mouth
I don't know why I fell into mortal dust, but I have lost the ice and clear moon body.
However, Yin Qingyuan is lacking in things, and it is like looking at others coldly.
Drama Pick-up Tea House
It is not that the wrongdoers do not gather their heads, and everyone has a spring and autumn in their mouths.
Ming before the rain after the idle things, just this year said ugly cow.
Friends about to drink vegetable root aroma
Fortunately, there are piano books accompanied by cold nights, and it is unprovoked to worry about happiness.
The root of the dish chewed to call the character, and there was no clarification to save the giant lan.
Answer Yan Rong female history
Biased towards Wutai step behind, Yun Yueyue and so on idle.
Poets only envy Tao Yuanliang and learn to be a chrysanthemum picker in the Eastern Fence.
Send Duan Wei brother
Tao Xie mountains and rivers are not empty, Su Qiu which pipe fell flowers.
Beauty famous horse natural bone, this moon phase with fear of Zheng Feng.
Thank you for the belt
Self-laughing to support the intestines day and night, the five meridians of the stomach and defecation.
With a prescription to accommodate, the solution is not surprising not a thousand.
Sit alone
Sitting alone in the slanting sun willow wind, the ice lake is cold and the dark book is empty.
Thousands of aggressive people are strange, only to wait for the spring light to remember Ruan poor.
voiceless
Heaven and earth are silent for one year, and the cold moon in Chang'an is even more blurred.
There is a vast snow outside hengmen, and the cold lamp remembers the perch.
Enter the hui to put wine for the age
The boss is not different, and the dead sheep are less misguided.
The heart of the hidden day is clear, and it is like a jade pot between the flowers.
New Year’s Day
Cold and depressed hollow, by the window habitual mother for the decline of the man.
Poor has not changed the color of the delicacy, but I feel that this year is always different.
Friends meet up with wine to ascend
The one-year-old snail dwelling is fleeting, and the wind and rain are how.
Cooking wine in the hearth is a common thing, don't ask how much is left on the trip.
Bodhisattva man
Cold winter dumpling cistanche wine, I don't know who decays the spleen and stomach. The original soup is easy to cool.
Acacia is light and has no periodontal pain. Pack up the old cups and plates, sigh and wait.
Raccoon Creek Sand
The snow reflects the ice wheel through the bones, and the plum blossom message is pitifully fragrant. The same dust is not willing to reconcile with the light.
Which crumbs are because of people's return, calmly look at me standing in the sky. There is no stasis and no harm.
Waiting for the warm pot mackerel to remember the five marquises, the rivers and mountains are victorious and climb the stairs. A few people are not white teenager heads.
Cold eyes watch the new and old rain, sitting alone in ancient and modern sorrows. Toward the miserable place is the wind flowing.
The magpie sang endlessly to the clear window, hiding his hair for several days. The ice strings are gradually caressed and gentle.
The gyokuro plantain is empty of dreams, and the water wave wood leaves are chaotic. Separation is only feared in late autumn.
At the beginning of the waxing moon, we gather in the window mountain to drink
Singing pity for the son, waking up drunk and not being true.
Xiao Ji Shan kissed the moon, and nian guan loved himself.
Lachu has more wine and food, and the flowers are left in the wind and dust.
The hedge dog hesitates to look at the deceased.
Fake sleep eight songs
The shadows are hanging in the air, and the rivers and lakes are unknown.
Dust is always a dream, and it is customary to wake up late.
Poor Qin Diyue, even more afraid of Han Shichen.
The disciples envy Chang'an Jia, and the camp knows the key to Jin.
Looking down at the past and the present, the sages are said to be floating.
The window is only too breathing, and the sun is smoking at dusk.
There are no birds and finches in the frozen eaves, and there is frost in the cold bricks.
After being deposed, the door was no longer busy.
Hu bed is heated, Han Jian with quicksand.
Don't ask about the Xiongnu, pity me fortunate to have a home.
Avoid the hustle and bustle of silence, and fall into dreams and be sad.
The amount of food was reduced today, and I was lazy to go downstairs for three days.
Yu Dai drank the night before, but held the ancient harp.
Lying out of Chengping Zhi, thinking about it is also moving.
There is nothing new under the sun, and the end of the world is full of old news.
The ringtone sounds agitated, and there is a round of conversation.
Last night's half earthquake, today's ascent suddenly felt weak
Saying that yan zhi resumed the source, Xiao Zhaihu made a lot of noise.
Suddenly shaking the river and mountain dream, he went to the landing leg and did not help.
Lapa Eight
The stove began to boil Chinese New Year's Eve, and the pot was wet with sun.
There are no eight treasures this evening, and lai Xuantang used to be.
Huan Xi Sha Zhao Yu qing drink
Looking at the sky, I sat in a small building, and waited for years of haggard waiting for Yi To receive. But Kanchen bowed his head a few times.
The crow noise dusk mood is evil, and the fly camp is white and ghostly. It is better to get drunk and merry.
The manga cloud letter is fragrant, and the new person is haggard and cut off the intestines. Only be ignorant of the moth.
Sick mountains and rivers rely on beans, and for many years the block base borrows pot pulp. Winter baking blinks of an eye is oblique sun.
Sick wine is difficult to dispel the cold back, and the depression scenery is faint. Cold flowers obliquely illuminate the common window.
Envy hanging pot real career, blind him cut leek good article. Can be made up from Cen Lonely.
Last night Yi Xuan's brother Ying Lan was drunk, and this morning I ascended alone
Han Yun Fang is solemn, and I am in charge of Wutai.
Bitterly remembering Qin Zhouke, born with pity.
The scales of the lake are three feet long, and the cellar wine is full of guesses.
One ice creek is far away, and the first plum is not stained.
Answer Chu Yang brother
The four bodies are idle and lazy, and the thousand autumn loves to be foolish.
The world's fame and fortune lock, until the death of a few people know.
The fifteenth day of the waxing moon answers bamboo pine
Yuan Jiu Xiang Mountain is anecdotal, and the ascent is everywhere and the clouds are not stopped.
Tonight the hated toad palace is full, and there are a few points left in the thin and homesickness.
Brother Yun Hua got lost three times in Xue Tao's tomb and could not return, WeChat disturbed my dreams, and played
It was raining in Wangjiang Pavilion, and the town visited Xue Tao every day.
After all, longnan celebrities are here, and it is difficult to hide the wind.
Brother Xie Yixuan gave tea
Half a pot of thick and light taste, a pillow of ancient and modern sorrows.
Jianzhan is born of smoke and rain, and when it is sunny, it is more than staying.
Brother Yixuan sent me a poem and rhymed it
Nostalgia for Jingdang, except for Shilang said sad.
After a storm, the Red Claw Seal was left.
Grass snake gray line, all gods see. Around the fingers of the soft whiskers thousands of refinements, each machine heart double-sided.
Asking me for no reason, it is all idleness. After a long cold night, annoying spring is in the branches.
Qing Ping Le dream sentence, wake up and foot. Drive to pick up Heng'er
The white-clad Qingqing looked at the acacia hall and lost the sight of the acacia hall. After all, if he doesn't give up evil, it will be difficult for him to be confused.
QiongLou is far away from the hustle and bustle, and Danfeng Country Garden is high. But I like my son's health, and natural poetry and wine are at ease.
Ascending the mouth occupies the second most ancient one
A path into the high cold, dry yellow buried.
When the dangerous pavilion sits, the snow falls on the mountain and the wind sweeps.
ChaiMen habitually hides the void and has sniffed and burned sweet potatoes.
It is like a column of hanging ice, and it is like hearing the cornice.
Two songs of the mountain
The snow trail geese are lonely, and the mountain traces are faint.
The Iraqis refused to come, and they stood up as regrets.
The spring is clear and the walls are cold, and the wind and frost are thin.
Shortcuts are cautious and lingering, negative and many wild dogs.
Two songs in the mountains
Peel the spring tip of the laurel, and invite the night snow in the hearth.
Don't dare to cherish Sangzi, who has read it through the ages.
Raise the haze and mu han dust, and the flowing water mourns the Qin moon.
The road of the world is difficult to calm, and it is easy to caress Yi Yuque.
The second song of the way home
The cloud feet are not lifted, and the mountain beams are silhouetted.
Ice Creek stone is stable, thin drunk are blown province.
There is no need to ask the three views, the source of the picture is full.
Huanghuang twenty-four words, literacy is troublesome.
Sacrifice stove
Unfortunately, I am not bothered, and the ice pot is cold and ashamed.
Why go to three full meals, maybe the Heavenly Palace has been silenced.
Answer bamboo pine
A delay in a dream is nearly dusk, and the new resentment is nothing more than the old grace.
It is cold and snowy alone, it is better to take the shadow to the spring traces.
Brother Xu Ming resigned from the wine, raised his seat to a tincture, and could not ascend this morning
Lazy to invite spring planning, bustling do not know.
Suddenly, when I inquired about the plague, I was obsessed for a long time.
Wind bone Tao Yuanliang, flower heart Du Muzhi.
Poor mountain road, a dream is delayed.
Huan Xi Sha Tomorrow Chinese New Year's Eve
The lights on both sides of the strait have been eliminated, and the streets and alleys of depression have been so bad. Old tasteless inspection books.
After the drunken showdown, the ultimatum before the dream is blurred. Life is wonderful in the beginning.
Water tune song head Xin ugly Chinese New Year's Eve
Cold air pressure ridge, where to see the old red dust. When it is difficult to look back, how to repay kindness. Old age is pleasant and tasteless, and it is usually drunk, especially timid near dusk. The beak is afraid of trouble, and there are feet probing for spring marks.
Love and hate, life and death, all clouds. There are more wind and snow, and the cup of wine is plagued. Firecrackers are frequently sounded every year, the lights are empty for whom, and the barriers also hurt the gods. The most memorable night of the hearth, after all, is naïve.
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