Li was presented with 14 songs, such as "romantic banquet", "sweet osmanthus in the moon" and "drawing rattan cups in the moon". Straight into the garden, the study looks at dawn. Dong Sigong intoned the bow (a poem written by Emperor Taizong), winding the full moon and a half, and making the arrow fly far away. The wild goose startled the book, and the crying ape reflected the branches.
Lu's Slogan on the Road (Guo Xiang's poem) praised the jade dynasties and Chu ten times. There are flowers and birds in Luoyang every year.
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.
Cui was ordered by King Lu to send Han to the west of Jinan at the age of fourteen, but the South King was dissatisfied. Although Liang Wang is a good guy, he doesn't read in prison.
Wang Wei wrote three Miscellaneous Poems, living on the river, with the door facing the mouth. There are often boats in Jiangnan. Do you send the book home?
Li Bai's five poems laugh on the way to death, laughing at the three armies, and friends are seven precious and sparse. There was another arrow, but it was not hit.
Wei answered trilogy, lonely spring outing, speechless to send the old tour. A man in a corner of the sea is far away, and books go to Luoyang in autumn.
Wei received Zhu Tingxue from Cui Dushui in the middle of the night and wrote a letter on the case of the solitary lamp. If you do nothing, who will go back to seclusion?
Wei Tiong's leaves are jagged and green, and he is handsome and graceful. I remember there were many leaves in this book in Fengdong Temple.
Cen Can sent Han Zun. The master is ill, so don't bring a book. The Northern Dynasties were bitter and cold. What is the present situation?
In Cen Can, Sanhui Temple is desolate, the wild temple is desolate, and the ancient trees are cold and sad. There are birds on the empty steps, just like when making books.
On the way, Guo Xiang's slogan (Lu Yi's poem) held jade for three dynasties and Chu for ten years. There are flowers and birds in Luoyang every year.
Living in a leisurely place is an exciting thing, and people in Chunfeng hate life. I only know that one glass of wine is worth a hundred books.
Qian Qi's One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River (a poem by Xie Qian) gradually realized that Jiang Tian was far away, and it was difficult to meet a letter in another country. Maybe there is no past, the fish in the tripod is empty.
Zhang Jianfeng, Ph.D., Qin Department, plays the school book lang. Being a smoker for a long time, he caught fish in a deep pool. I don't know how many books are left in Yun Ge.
Gu Kuang took Li Fan to visit the old reading room of "Yuanyang Building" 10, and this room went 1000 miles. Come under the old window and read your book, too.
There are no birds in Shiteng empty mountain in Gu Kuang. What is satisfaction? Thoughtful knot, stay away from cursive script.
It's always messy to suck candles and step on fairy mud in the spring cave of ancient mines. I don't know what Taoist priest it is, with a supernatural scroll in his hand.
Tianbao, an ancient mine, has been on the wall for more than 50 years, and it is impossible for one person. But when I came to the bookstore, I was as depressed as I was in my last life.
In the first month of Guan Shanyue, Dai Shulun showed off the mountain, but the autumn wind people didn't return it. There is no distance between the clarity of the countryside and tears.
Dai Shulun's slogan is white hair and a thousand stems of snow. The most pitiful thing is alfalfa, not as good as Sang Yu.
Li Duan and Zhang reported to Liu Yin from Dongli Chrysanthemum. Why do you remember Taoism? If it is hedge chrysanthemum, there is this flower in the mountain.
Pei Du's savage didn't know the order of the secretariat, and praised Christians and Gu Jie with him. (Title Nanzhuang).
Liu Zongyuan's letter to Mr. Liu became a mistake, and he gradually realized what was wrong. I'm leaving today. I won't wait for you to come back.
Meng Jiao wrote back a letter, singing tears and ink as a book, and gave it to Wan Li. Books reach the soul, but they are empty.
Liu Cha always hates snow and pine, and he can't finish reading books. Lazy to learn from ignorance, try to put a fishing rod.
Yuan Zhen's Xiayang Pavilion is in sight, sending a letter to the servant of Heyang, looking far away and writing a book, thinking long about Linchuan. Striving ahead of the water, a thousand miles in the river.
On a sunny day, Yuan Zhen was riddled with diseases and raised his eyebrows unfathomably. Less reading, long idle.
Bai Juyi sent a letter to Wang's secretary. The frost chrysanthemum withered and the leaves were broken by the wind. I came to Qiu Si to suffer, so I recited the secretary's poems.
Lu Yin dreams about the border town every night and meets a letter that has been missing for many years. A thousand tears on the sleeve cover and a foot on the book cover.
Shi Jianwu laughed at your words and spent a lot of time reading and staying up late. Come out to see the Jade Rabbit and want to cross the Milky Way.
The bear went upstairs and looked south, and the locust tree came out of the mountain. Seeing that the goose has no books to send, it belongs to Wu Ding this year.
Pei Yi looks straight at the night, the sun is long and the front mountain is green. Bai Niao and his party flew in, and they joined calligraphy.
Zhu Qingyu stayed at the Taoist temple to close the fairy map, and the empty altar was at the beginning of the month. Listen to the Taoist, wash and read spiritual books.
Li Shangyin wandered into the misty dusk to chant Fu, and He Lang was the beginning of his glory. At this time, who will gain the most, Fan Shen and the two ministers.
Prostitute Li Shangyin, Yuefu smells peach leaves. I advise you to write in small print, and be careful not to be called an official slave.
Li Shangyin has been sleeping in a bookstore since he abandoned his post. Who will take five bushels of rice and plan to change the wind in the north window?
Sitting in front of the stove in Li Qunyu, I can't sleep, and it's full of wind and rain. More or less concerned about things, book Dai Shulun's first song, two books about the surrender of the military gate, and a sword across Wan Li. Han Zu praised Lou Jingce, but married Princess Khan.
Dai Shulun went to the camp to send a horse to wait on Wan Li's feather book, and the five passes were still handed down during the day. An old friend came home sick, but Serina Liu couldn't sleep.
Dai Shulun wrote a letter to send Lao You to Luo Jing. In October this year, the weather was sunny and the water in Hunan was long and white. I dare not send distant books, for fear of disturbing my hometown.
Dai Shulun never tires of watching small snowflakes in the wind, and many will lose the forest. The sad man is under the book window, and the cold is flying.
Lulun inscribed Ji Temple, where the night is still and flowers are blooming in the rain. Old friend Jiuquan left a message and sent a book thousands of miles.
Occasionally, Lu Lun comes across books attached to Xiao Yao's school books, but they are often sent late as a play gift. Today, Jun Jun said nothing. If you ask a jade person, it is easy to know that Lotus House is the clearest.
Lu Lunhun praised Shandong Zhai Opera and presented Chen Guichang with pearl dust as a piano book as a guest. Childe has no invitation. Who is Hou Ying sitting here?
Lu Lun sent a servant to shoot Zhumen Cave in Slippery State, with a golden cup and half a book. Jun asked Xu Yin in Xiangzhou, what did Yang Gong do to kill the fish?
Li Yiqiao sent Mu brothers to the north, Xiao erce sent Yan Ying to Luoshui Bridge, and Lu Ji brothers parked. If you want Emperor Han of Chen to be enshrined on the grass, you should wait for a letter from Xiao Lang.
Yi Lee's next song is Reward. Now that the Huns are protected, the Huns should not go down to the clouds. Please write down the Silver Rock in Saibei. I would like to ride Yanran.
Li Yi will send a letter every time he comes back. I will send a wicker when I have nothing to do, waiting for the idle books to be full of bananas. If there is a letter from the photo library, it must be sent to Yangzhou near the postal bridge.
Li Yi is in the middle of Zige Mountain in Huang Duifeng's heart, and he passed Huang Duifeng on the cloud. In 2000, I have changed from a book sword to an old one, and clothes are even more popular with General Fire.
Li Duan asked Mr. Zhang what he meant by being ill, and the guests in front of Peng Ai turned away. I haven't seen the leader's crimson account, but I heard that he cut Dan books with the maid.
On the way back to Shu, Li Duan sent him a yellow flower to the west, and the blue wall was even sparse. In order to report to Changqing that the washing machine was taken away, the Han family thought of reading Maoling's book.
Li Duan recalled the former residence of Huaiye Temple (former residence of Huaiye Temple in Sikong Wenming) because it was deserted, and recalled Xilin as a more built house. I wrote a letter to Xu Du and Xie, saying that I often came here yesterday.
Why don't Yang Ping bid farewell to the plum blossom snow by the river and watch you ride south? You don't have to listen to each other because of the geese. Books fly in the clouds.
Yangling northbound mountains and rivers stay for one more day with frequent bonfires, and the mountains and rivers rekindle old smoke. I have been alone in Longquan sword all my life, and I am ashamed to ask poems from my old friends.
Qiu Lai, a wild goose in Yangling in autumn, frequently sends two or three letters home when they meet for the first time. The sunset glow has gone, and there are countless peaks in the green hills.
Wang Jian's Ten Poems in the Sky was sent to Wei's assistant, urging him to repair the water hall for the banquet, which was always different from other princes. Every other month, I often learn music first, and the golden book is in the colorful clouds.
Wang Jian wrote ten poems of Ascending to Heaven, and sent them to Wei's attendants, begging for leisure and no waves, and three of them made trouble. If there is dust moving around him, he won't wait for the heavenly book to appear from the mountain.
Wang Jian's Ten Poems in the Sky was sent to Wei Fu, but the painting is difficult to change frequently, and the eyebrows are not true. If you have a farewell letter from the bookcase, teach the pink book to be the wind god first.
Wang Jian's Ten Poems of colorful plumage is full of sound and emotion, except for the pear garden. Xuan broke up with the calligrapher to write, and the Chinese official took the initiative to take credit.
Wang Jiandao sent Du halfway, southwest and northeast at dusk, and flowers bloomed along the river bank of Bazi. Take good care of Secretary Du of Jingzhou and spend most of his leisure time at home.
Wang Jian's topic Cui Xiucai lives in a well-known place, and he loves to live far away from others. There was nothing else when I knocked at the door, so I put my head in the past and asked the book.
Wang Jian abandoned the temple and turned it into a county post. Pines and cypresses don't smoke. The empty corridors are full of monks, and the beams are full of books.
Wang Jian sent two mountain men to cross the white donkey with crazy songs, but they left a book in their sleeves. There are also wives and children in the world, thrown into the ancient view of Songyang.
Wang Jian's "Looking for Old Houses to Make Up" has been known for twenty years, and he climbed a mountain to beg for a new chapter. Besides books, I went to worship the courtiers. In the empty courtyard, birds sang in front of the wind bamboo.
Wang Jian sent a letter to Dongxishi in the rain. The stream in the rain was broken and dry, so he soaked in the bed and wrote a book. A mountain separated by a river for a month, I don't know if a small house counts as home.
Wang Jian went back to Chang 'an, the villa, delivered meals for more than half a year, and asked for letters of recommendation. The mountain road rushes through the night snow alone, and the horse rides obliquely to avoid firewood.
Wang Jian sent Xue Tao's school books (poems by Hu Ceng), sent girls' school books at Wan Li Bridge, and lived in a closed house among loquat flowers. Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze.
Gray until late at night.