poetic sentiment

Before Xie Xinen's cherry blossoms fell to the end of the stage, Li Yu's portrait collection (8) was like a bed leaning against a fumigation cage. Much like last year today, hate is the same. Clouds gaunt, tears red. Where do you miss each other? Screen window drunk in a dream. On September 10, I woke up in the autumn rain, and my mood was hard to calm down. Yellow flowers are cold and not beautiful, and red leaves beat drums. Back on earth, I can hate vulgarity, and I have not forgotten my affection. Since the sideburns are all white, I'm surprised not to learn from An Ren. In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall. Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple. Autumn warbler and residual warbler know nothing about autumn, but they still swim alone through the secluded forest. The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream. Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground. Even don't want to stay home, China's sad and sad. The onset is that the mountain house is light at the beginning, and the stick towel is brown, which is called leisure. As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch. For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life. Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name. Li Yu's anthology is even more leaking.

Plantagenet hairpin, pink face, meet in the flowers. Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people. Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. The wicker is long, the spring rain is fine, and the flower leakage is even worse. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. There are clouds (vortex), sauvignon blanc, shuttle jade, thin shirt and a pair of light snails. There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long. It is even slower to send Deng Wang's twenty brothers from Xuancheng to take care of Ge. Don't be reluctant to take care of them. The waves invade the sorrow and the light ripples, and the chaotic mountains congeal and hate the color. What is your passion? I want to go to the west on a dry day. There are many cigarettes and rivers at hand, so there is no need to embrace heavy sadness. Crossing the Zhongjiang River, seeing Shicheng, Jiangnan Water Town, and crying in Jiangbei Hometown have been my dream for 30 years. Nowadays, Wuyuan Palace is neglected, and Guangling Taidian is desolate. The clouds are full of sorrow, and the rain hits the boat and tears flow. There are four brothers with 300 mouths. I can't just sit back and think. Sad songs and beads break the treasure in front of you, and flowers fade away from the world. I didn't hate it in my heart, but I missed. Jade barnyard grass is still full of medicine, and the incense has been stained with dust. There will be feelings before and after the funeral, and there will be no tears when touching the towel. Beauty is like a fragrant tree, but the dangerous road is similar. It is sad to practice spring, but it is also bitter and rainy. Where is the beauty now? It's all gone. Nowhere to ask, the Millennium thanks the east wind. Mourning poems are hard to take off and lonely. Loneliness in the rain and late autumn leads to an increase in diseases. Swallow the wind before thinking, blindfolded to kill time. The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home. Look at the old branches of tung flowers, misty rain on the first floor. Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful. The mountainous city is no longer charming, and the festival is not self-sustaining. There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried. Plum blossoms are transplanted frequently, and the small bar is bent. * * * worry about the day, and you can't worry. Clear the way against the wind and irrigate the cold spring by the moon. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the moth eyebrows are incomplete. Dong Jun knew nothing about the loss of the fireworks master. What's the use of incense? Last year. Book spirit banquet towel floating * * * gaunt, strong lost ChanJuan. Handkerchiefs can smell the perfume that my wife used to use, and Lin Daiyu's black smoke left a little trace on the handkerchiefs. The back of Pipa is as sharp as a shoulder, and several tapestries are difficult to play. Sweet days leave phoenix tail, and the rest is the warmth in sandalwood trough. I feel haggard when I am sick, but depression is good for me. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating. The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space? The book is sick in the disease, and the body is strong and deep, and the banquet is self-sufficient. The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard. The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it. Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade. The custom of celebrating slaves for the people in the Forbidden City is to be ashamed of spring, and wandering around feels old. Thank you. strip seems to know me. I was forced to tap. The toothpick shaft on the back of the urn is red, and RoyceWong's book is on fire. If you don't lose face, you will get it today. Morning glory is in Heyang. Hey, Aunt Huang, overlook. Ying Kuang should hate, there are not many butterfly dances. (Falling Flowers) Let the bright moon be in your hand and shake the wind. ("Fan Yong") sick as weak, tired of five years. (hereinafter referred to as "Notes on Pulp Method") It is difficult to cure the disease of aging face, and Xiaodian King's Landing is quite ashamed. Many dissenting Confucian classics far slightly sneer, static flow Ji Man bitter tour. The temple is white from today, and the chrysanthemums are still yellow last year. (hereinafter "Han Fu Tan Ming") There will be death through the ages, and there is a plateau in the drunken burial place. Life is less than 100, and I just made a Millennium painting. The sun shines on the thin fairy clouds, and the autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. ("The Story of the Sea") When the black light first appeared, the dragon and candle fought for it. (hereinafter referred to as "Kong Tie") The condensed beads are full of exposed branches. It's time to travel to the west, and the solemn cold is coming. 10% off fan mandarin fish, four fish. Forget it. Pour a bowl, prolong life, and get a deep reward. When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Yu Meiren, and how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a crescent moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. The rain is gurgling outside the sand curtain, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. Seeing flowers, Xie Chunhua, I was in a hurry, but it was cold and rainy, and the wind came late. When is the weight of tears? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, go to the west wing alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break. The sleeves of the sleeves are still black, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing. The red sun in Huanxisha is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast twice, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles step by step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum. The bright moon of Yuhua Bodhisattva is dark and foggy. Today I will go to Lang's side! Well, socks smell good and gold shoes are portable. See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful. In spring, the fairy cherry blossoms in Linjiang have run out, and butterflies fly lightly. Zigui crow on the west of the small building, jade hook holding curtains, melancholy dusk hanging down. After the lonely people scattered in the doorway, the tobacco collapsed. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi. In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. How many times have you known each other? Once classified as ministers, Shen Yao and Pan were killed. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Drop (a "wave") tears to Gong E, how to avoid the sadness of nocturnal songs in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, dreaming of the south of the Yangtze River and letting a hundred flowers blossom. On the boat, the strings are on the river, and the city is busy killing flower lovers! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, the dream is far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building. How I hate seeing Jiangnan. I dreamed of it last night. Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong; Flowers and the moon are spring breeze! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, many tears will break your face after swallowing. Never mind the tears, Shengfeng will blow them; There is no doubt about heartbreak! Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out. The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window. Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn. Rain brings new sadness. A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook. Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back. Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and the soul feels old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head. Shane Qin Lou didn't see the blowjob girl, so she went to the garden in her spare time. Pink cherry is low and proud. The east wind bothers me. It makes me feel fragrant. Joan window □ (original lack) dream of leaving the sunset, how long will you hate those years! The weeping willows are reflected outside the green trees. Meeting for a while is like dreaming. It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. Ruanlang returned to the mountain as the twelfth brother of Zheng Wang, and he was idle in spring. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in a dream. Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk. In the spring before the mulberry pavilion, the red and the heroic are exhausted, and the dance falls. When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash. Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently. But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred. Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? The fisherman has a spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves. At first glance, butterfly lovers was injured at dusk in spring. Counting the sound of rain and wind, hazy moonlight clouds come and go. It's a dark spring day in Tao Li Yi, who is on the swing, laughing softly. There are thousands of hearts in Qian Qian, and there is no place in the world. It is better to look at the flowers than to wait for the old branches. The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear. Why don't you always smile and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening? The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry. Bodhisattva Man Penglai Courtyard is a closed rooftop girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night without words. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance. The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on her face, I look forward to it infinitely. Bodhisattva's copper spring is brittle, and the new sound moves slowly. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing. Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. No matter how empty the banquet is, the soul will lose its spring dream. Xiao Yue, the migratory warbler, fell down and Sue was speechless. Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Red Hugh swept Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. It should be that in the first month, the makeup mirror is hooked, and the cicadas are sloppy. The heavy curtain is quiet, the floor is swaying and melancholy. Willow dike grass path, dream broken pulley gold well. I was sober last night and worried about treating diseases in spring.

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After Zhao Huizhou, it will last forever and steam people. Addiction wins, the battle between sorrow and joy. The fate of the house is touching. You are full of joy and sadness. SHEN WOO is a rabbit, and the hairy summer withers in spring. Years are long, so I forget the new. The scenery is ruined, and the world reads Sichuan. Foreign things are sympathetic, which still hurts the past. Dream of Gaotang, boast of Luopu, construct a flat air, but also pity the end of the ancient times. What's more, my heart is broken, and there is still room for sadness. Pale, what's wrong with killing this couple? It's hard to catch up and it's not worth living in the world. Jade tears melt, but they are broken. Gentle and handsome, narcissistic, slim and beautiful, gracefu is blooming. Brilliance is not exquisite, clever or harmless. The vegetable gentry sneered, but be careful again. Surrounded by festivals, looking forward to a chapter. You will show your beauty with a smile. The cloud on the temple is a reminder, and the eyes are full of color. Love is full of the charm of spring, and love is fragrant. Its majestic appearance is extraordinary, comparable to gold. Graceful and innocent, teach many ways. Lonely loss. Where did you leave me? Yan Er was in a good mood when she got married yesterday. The media didn't break their word and didn't go against their reports. Go back to your sister and invite you to the end. Salt will help you. Pitching concentrically is the way to plan ahead. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. What happened today? Don't tell me at last. Alas, the ambition is rebellious, and filial piety loves the whole. Careful and soft grip, force to break the dangerous words. I'm looking forward to my last love. I'm sad and I cry. What is the heart? Look at this mourning. Absolutely gorgeous and easy to fade, and Liancheng is easy to brittle. Tolerance is drunkenness. It is comforting to believe in beauty and hunger. How ever, unite as one? Alas! A talented and artistic woman is also a good teacher. Use drama to convey talent and intelligence, and be good at chess. The charm is dominant, and the songs are lingering and soft. This is a quality, and strange things spread to China. Qiu Cui's every move made the tea fly. Love flies in the sky, thinking of clouds. Carry forward concealment and tighten luxury. Poor to the extreme, not lacking. Those who listened to the sound stopped, while those who listened to Da Le were very excited. The performance of the song came late, the story broke down and invited the dance, the players were quickly mobilized, and the merchants became feathers. Tanning is often adjusted, and the method is moved to the degree. This is a new moment to curb complexity. The old songs of Nishang are lost in the world, and they are lost in taste, which still hurts the Confucius family. The legacy of the old country is unbearable. I value its beauty, but I value its secret more. The law of degree is redundant, so it should be refined. Who is not a child, if I have a class. Today, you will die and you will never die. Alas! This is a beautiful place, and this is a fragrant wind. The extremes of things will be reversed, and it is difficult for people to agree. I feel sorry for the cold and summer, but I'd rather stay at home. Alas! Everything is unintentional, and the wind and smoke are the same. Only the sun and the moon, cloudy and rainy. Things are still the same. Where are people? Quiet, where is it? Alas! A famous town, full moon hurts moths. Eyes always apart, no waves in the mirror. What is the emperor's heart? The sunset tree is gray and sad. I remember the past, and I had a lot of things to leave. The sound of silk and bamboo is quiet and fragrant. If you think lightly, you will get thinner and thinner. Alas! At dusk, there is no meeting. Emotional confusion, who will rely on it! The same is true of Wei in the past, and the people of Wei today are not as good as thinking. Alas! God is ruthless, and hatred is virtue; Take my son and ruin my room. When is the mirror heavy and the orchid fragrant? Alas! The sky is gloomy, warm and smoky. Emei is lonely, closed and sad. Alas! Sometimes the sun and the moon come and go. When the turtle is alive, the flag of Xiao Yan will be raised. Dragon? #9 1; If you can't drive, the golden house will never return. Alas! Wood is in harmony with the wind, and birds are singing and flying. Hanging a lonely shadow is sad, but private pity is endless. Alas! There is love at night, why not mourn? If you are poor, you will get what you want, and this heart will be destroyed. There is no sound, no continuity, and God will never die. Alas! Sweet soul, boundless sky, where is the invitation? If the cloud road is not good, please convey my feelings to the alchemist! Alas! When Song Taizu acceded to the throne, the courtier was originally hundred schools of thought, and he was really ashamed. Since the glue is out, the heart is thin and profitable. Educated in the shadow of my father and brother, I am happy to travel in the sun and moon. Thinking about chasing the nest and making dust, I long for the lofty righteousness of Qi Yi. Since I am sincere, I will sue the first gentleman. Because it is not a function word, many people know it. Almost the same, and it is the second time. In the past, people said that Chen Ke had learned a long and straight meaning so that he could manage state affairs and change his life quickly. And almost temporarily went to Zhang Yu, stay in Jianye, in a deputy position, have the right to supervise and take care of. Fear of Fogg is often self-motivated. Doesn't mean that the election is hard to punish, so I will be forced to bear it. Because of Gu Kentang, I dare not ruin sex. However, I miss the 20 years when my ancestors landed on the river surface. I am tired and diligent in the middle, and I will think about it. Prince Ji, who will meditate from the inside, has made up his mind. Sejong urged both sides to go deep and talk about interests. And to show your respect for the emperor and sincere feelings, your majesty swore to his descendants to take pictures of him, so I will leave my post and invite my name. Since I am a member of the sect, I dare to forget my weight. Only Chen Jianjie went to Fengtianchao. If you say that you are a little easy to get excited, it is to blame the gods for not obeying their ancestors. It has been nine days since the life of the country was ruled by the party. What's more, your majesty is gentle and generous, tender and affectionate, and will be insincere and timeless. Away from the emperor, the old state caresses, feasts, and comes from Kangtai. However, those who are worried, Wu Yueguo is very close to our land, almost deep, and I am still afraid that I can't defend my country or I will be in trouble. I will be strict with my work, I won't invade fishing first, so as not to cause trouble, and I will scratch my head. I'm also worried about being as smart as a spring tongue and having doubts about it. This is a heresy, a sneaky way. I am willing to look back at the candle and show right and wrong. Being a distant minister is safe and sincere.

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