Poems about "Snow" and "West Lake"
1. Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Tang Dynasty? Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue"
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If there is no chill in the severe winter, how can we see Yangchun in the Tang Dynasty? Lu Wen's "Meng Dong Pu Jing Guan He Pavilion"
Chance: A harsh and desolate look.
3. The sky is cold and the color is green, and the north wind calls withered mulberry trees. The thick ice has no cracks, but there is a cold light in a short day. Tang Mengjiao's "Bitter Cold Song"
Shout: The wind sounds like a roar.
4. Only then did I see the clouds covering the top of the mountain, and the snow on the rocks was like dust. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade trees, thousands of usneas trees and thousands of clouds
"Snow in the Southern Qin Dynasty" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
3. When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and look at the green bamboos Change Qiongzhi Tang? Gao Pian's "Dui Xue"
Liu Chu: Snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called "Liu Chu". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow and look like white jade.
4. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I often hear the sound of folding bamboo
Tang Dynasty? "Heavy, I hear the sound of breaking bamboo."
5. The bead curtain flutters across the white wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost. Li Shangyin's "Two Poems on Snow"
Two sentences about snowflakes. A swirling scene.
6. All the frozen springs swallow, but I moan even more coldly.
Throat: The spring water does not flow smoothly due to freezing, so it is described as whimpering. Yin: sing.
Liu Jia of the Tang Dynasty's "Bitter Cold Song": "A hundred springs are frozen, and I can't help but sing cold. I lean against the pine tree in the middle of the night, and I don't feel that my clothes are covered with snow."
7. Three million jade dragons were defeated in the battle, and their scales and broken armor were flying all over the sky
Jade dragon: describes the flying snow. Defeated Scales and Broken Armor: Describing snowflakes dancing like scales falling one after another.
Song Dynasty Hu Zai's "Tiaoxi Yuyincong Hua" Volume 54 quoted in "Xiqing Poetry" contains Zhang Yuan's poem "Snow"
8. The country never sleeps The moon is thousands of miles away, and the selfless jade of heaven and earth is worth thousands of dollars? Huang Geng's "Snow" Jade: Yu Baixue.
9. The stream is too deep to bear the snow, and the mountains are frozen and the clouds are not clear? Hong Sheng's "Snow Hope"
10. The rain and snow are lingering, and the sun is shining, "The Book of Songs" Xiaoya ?Jiao Gong》
瀌瀌: The appearance of snow; one word is like "piaopiao". 晛; the heat of the sun. Said: It is a auxiliary word with no real meaning.
11. The cold wind destroys the trees, and the severe frost freezes the courtyard in the Orchid and Han Dynasties? The ancient Yuefu poem "Ancient Poems Composed by Jiao Zhongqing's Wife"
12. The wind is desolate at the end of the year, and the snow is reflected in the sun. . There is no sound in my ears, but my eyes are clear
Desolate: cold and desolate. Yiyi: dark. Hope: Less. In the eye: what the eyes see. Hao: White.
Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming's "Written in the middle of the twelfth month of the Guimao year and respect my younger brother"
13. The difference in the air can be calculated by spreading salt, but it is not like catkins blowing up in the wind
Jin? Jin and sad Southern Song Dynasty? Xie Lingyun's "Sui Duo"
Shuofeng: north wind. Jin: Violent. Sad: sad.
15. Across the window, the wind shakes the bamboos, and when the door opens, the mountain is covered with snow. Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Reminiscing about the Snow at Hu Jushi's House in the Winter Evening"
Window: window. Feng Jing Bamboo: The wind carries snow and hits the bamboo, making a rustling sound.
16. I don’t know if Ting Xie has fallen today, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night? Song Zhiwen "What to do if there is snow in the garden"
Ting Xie: Snowflakes falling in the courtyard .
17. Swallowing with the sound of water and ice, calming the Tang Dynasty in the snow on the sand road? Liu Changqing's "Reward for Zhang Xiaxue's bitter cold work on the way to visit the state at night"
18. A green vine path, thousands of people Dianxuefengqingtang? Li Bai's "Returning to the Old Mountain in Winter"
19. The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang? Li Bai's "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink"
20. The snowflakes on Yanshan Mountain were as big as a mat, and they blew down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another. Tang Li Bai's "North Wind Journey"
Xuanyuan Terrace: According to legend, it was the place where the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou.
21. The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the returning wind. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Snow"
Returning wind: the whirling wind.
22. The belt is broken due to severe frost, and the finger cannot be knotted. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Five Hundred Words of Ode to Huai from Beijing to Fengxian County"
Zhizhi: The finger is stiff.
23. The clouds are clear and the gulls are dancing, and the wind is against the geese and they are not moving. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "send off the eldest grandson to return to the state gradually in the winter evening"
Wu Xing: no line.
24. The cold weather makes the days shorter, and the wind and waves calm down with the clouds? Du Fu's "Reminiscing about the Past in Gong'an County"
25. The setting sun is on the sparse bamboos, and the remaining snow is scattered in the mountains
Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty, "Zhu Chu's house meeting with the concubine Qian Yuanwailang envoy to the king" (a poem by Zhang Ji)
26. Who cut and carved thousands of piles of snow from the flat ground to create this continuous ceiling
Tang Dynasty? Han Yu's "Two Poems on Li Flowers": "When the land competes for luxury in spring, Luoyang Garden is particularly busy. Who will cut up thousands of piles of snow on the flat ground and carve it into a series of ceilings." Wang Sima of Fang Prefecture and Yan Zhengzi wrote about the snow Jianci
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The wanderer came from the southeast and came from Wanshi Jingguo. The drifting and unintentional clouds suddenly returned to the northwest.
I visited Dai Xi unexpectedly, and I found Ji to be acquainted with him. A sad face brings new joy, and the final banquet recounts the past knowledge.
Yan Gong’s Han Dynasty was old, gloomy and rich in talent. The price is high, the copper dragon tower is high, and the sound is high, beside the door.
I would rather meet here and spend some time with you in the Huaguan. Snow covers the distant peaks, and the cold city locks in the spring scenery.
The master hopes for life, and the false self is Qingyun Yi. Feng shui is like seeing talents, throwing poles to help the emperor.
The six fathers of Rencheng City returned to the capital in honor of Xuefeng.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The dragon and the tiger thanked him for their encouragement, and the 铓鸾 was not in the morning. Look at the cranes on the sea, they look like quails in a cage.
I only use the heart of heaven and earth, and the floating clouds are my body. Although the hairpins are tied together, it is as if they are intimate with the haze.
Ji’s father has a heroic demeanor and extraordinary white eyebrows. As soon as he became an official, he took off his clothes and returned to the Western Qin Dynasty.
Dou Gong opened the banquet, and all the poets came to enjoy it. The song of Yan falls and the wild geese fall, and the song of Ying returns to Yangchun.
The levy horse neighs, and the traveling carriage travels in the dust. I hesitated and couldn't bear to go, falling in love with these four people.
Farewell to Gao Jia, farewell empty and diligent. Under the bamboo forest, I am next to the infantry.
After getting drunk on the snow, I gave it to Wang Liyang
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
If you have a body, don’t violate the flying dragon scales, and if you have hands, don’t braid the tiger’s beard. Look at Runan City in the past.
The white-headed immortal hid his jade pot. Zi You heard the wind blowing on the window bamboos and invited him to drink green wine from his cup.
How different is the sun in the calendar when the mountains are dark, the white snow flies and flowers dazzle people's eyes. Why should I worry if your family has wine?
There are many guests enjoying themselves and enjoying themselves by candlelight. Xie Shang is able to dance like a bird, and Xiangru can avoid taking off his bird's fur.
Going across the river with drums and drums in the early morning, I miss the Moon Tower for thousands of miles.
Xue Xian was slaughtered by his brother Yu Cheng
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Last night in Liang Garden, Brother Han did not know.
Looking at the jade tree in front of the court, my heart breaks and I remember the branches.
The snow on the Huaihai Sea presents Fu Mia
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The snow falls in the Wutian on the first day of the lunar month, and the wind crosses the Bohai Sea. The trees in the sea are like spring, and the sand in the river is like a bright moon.
The prosperity starts from the Yan River, and the thoughts come from the Liang Garden. Send a song to Jun Ying, but after the song ends, my heart will be cut off.
Drinking on a snowy night in Qiupu Qingxi River, there is a guest who sings the mountain partridge
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
I wear the king as my mink, and look at the king in a white jade pot. The snowflakes disappeared in the wine, and I suddenly felt that the night was cold.
When a guest arrives from Guiyang, he can chant the partridge in the mountains. The breeze stirs the window bamboos, and the birds sing to each other.
If you hold this foot for joy, why bother with the sheng and the yu.
Snow Slanderous Poems for Friends
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
I have been addicted to complaining and have been rampant for a long time. Knowing something wrong at fifty is something the ancients experienced. Make up for your mistakes with your words,
The common people will live forever. It hides flaws and accumulates this stubborn ugliness. The moon rises to ridicule, making the bright head ashamed.
The realization came late, and things have changed over time. What's wrong with the white jade? The blue flies come forward many times. The group lightly broke its axis and sank into the underworld. The hair and bones fly up to the sky. Qi Fei is dark and the shell is brilliant.
The mud and sand gather together, and the pearls and jade are not fresh. Hong Yan Shuo Shan, issued from the fine smoke. The blue waves are swaying in the sun,
It starts with a slight trickle. It caused chaos in the four kingdoms and spread in the eight villages. Picking up dust and catching bees, doubting sages and guessing sages.
What a sad man, who can see my steadfastness. That woman's arrogance is not as strong as the magpie's. That woman's lust is worse than that of a quail.
A magnanimous gentleman has no pleasure in speaking. If you continue to commit crimes, the crime is too much. The ocean is filled with evil,
There is no way to overdo the evil. Life is really difficult, weaving in this situation. Accumulate and destroy money, and write songs in deep sorrow.
The sky has not yet mourned the loss of the text, so what else is left of it. Daji destroyed Zhou and praised her daughter to confuse Zhou. The sky is in chaos,
The reason for this. The ancestor of the Han Dynasty, the Lu family, ate by his side.
The Queen Mother of Qin was both poisonous and promiscuous.
The locust became faint and covered up the sun. Thousands of people are worthy of your honor, so what harm will happen to an ordinary man? The words are full of meaning, but the heart is clear and reasonable. If you talk nonsense, Haotian will be killed. Ziye is good at listening, and he is far away from Lou.
The gods are escaping, but the ghosts cannot escape. If I don't abandon you, I will be loyal.
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
The north wind blows and the white grass on the ground is broken, and the sky is full of snow in August. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees are in bloom
The scenery of the northern country is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing.
The country is a blur, and there are dark holes in the well. Yellow dogs have white bodies, while white dogs have swollen bodies.
This one is snowy: I love the clear snow in Dongshan Mountain the most, and the silvery mountain in the soft red light.
The waves are filled with thousands of layers of snow, the peach and plum blossoms are silent in spring, a glass of wine and a pole, how many people in the world are like me?
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in his lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Snow is flying randomly, changing the old country. Looking up at Taixu, I suspected it was a jade dragon fighting! Scales and armors flew all over the universe in an instant. Riding a donkey across a small bridge, I sighed at the thin plum blossoms!
Every field is planted with jade, and there are no trees without flowers.
Thousands of plum blossom branches have fallen, but they are still sentimental, imitating snow and turning with the wind.
Poetry describing the West Lake
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun.
The outer building of the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain/When are the West Lake singing and dancing closed/The warm breeze makes tourists drunk/Wangzhou is called Bianzhou
A Midsummer Night's Dream with weeping willows and the warm breeze of West Lake makes tourists drunk
The Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, what time is the West Lake singing and dancing closed?
I prefer the clear water and the clear sky, the mountain color is also strange in the sky and rain
The bow of the boat is fresh Thin wisps, the fragrance of cooking jade floats at the stern of the boat
Yellow hats and glass heads are fat, and there are green smoke and sparrow tail stoves in the way
Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
[Tang ] Bai Juyi
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Mao Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Where are the early orioles vying for warmth in the trees, but whose new swallows are pecking at the spring mud?
Indiscriminate flowers gradually dazzle everyone's eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is not enough eastward, with green poplars and white sand embankment.
Drinking on the lake, it is clear at first and then rains
[Song Dynasty] Su Shi
The water is shining brightly, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Lei Feng Sunset
[Yuan Dynasty] Yin Tinggao
The smoke and light of the mountains make money appear, and the thousand-foot floating map leans against the sky.
The painted boats on the lake are all gone, and the solitary peaks are still red with the sunset.
Su Di Spring Dawn
[Ming] Yang Zhou
The willows are dark and the flowers are blooming in spring, and the mist on the heavy lake is dispersed in the forest and sand.
Wherever the yellow crane broke through the silent smoke, and a cry passed over Su Dixiao.
Quyuan Fenghe
[Ming Dynasty] Wang Ying
In ancient times, Quyuan rested on the lotus pond, and the wind hesitantly brewed the fragrance.
I respect the fairy Lingbo who is drunk, and her brocade clothes are scattered and timid.
Shuangfeng Chaoyun
[Qing Dynasty] Chen Mi
The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively unconnected.
When I came to Xinyu Lake in the evening, I saw a cloud of crazy clouds covering the two peaks.
Pavilion in the heart of the lake
[Qing Dynasty] Xu Chengzu
I have traveled to Qing Dynasty for a hundred times without intending to return it, but the lonely pavilion is good among the water and clouds.
The pavilion is empty and bright on all sides, with a city on one side and mountains on three sides.
Walking with Yan Qiantang to Zhangting Pavilion and looking at the tide
[Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran
Hearing thunder and tremors in hundreds of miles, the singing strings stopped playing for a while.
The company rode out from the mansion and waited on the river to watch the tide.
The sun shines brightly in the autumn sky, and the sky floats to relieve the party.
The stormy waves come like snow, and a mountain is cold.
Pinghu Autumn Moon
[Song Dynasty] Sun Rui
The moon is cold and the springs are not flowing, so I can sing songs and return to the boat.
In the west wind, the white apples and red polygonum are reflected in the vast acreage of autumn light.
Yong Jinmen Seeing Willows
[Yuan] Gongxingzhi
The willows outside Yongjin Gate are like gold, and they will become green shades if they do not come for three days.
Take some skills and go into the city to teach people how to be young.
Nan Ping Evening Bell
[Ming Dynasty] Wandafu
The jade screen and the green barrier are flying in the dusk, and the sound of the palace bell is faint.
The traffic on the path frightens the cranes to dream, and the mountains increase and they go back to pick up the firewood door.
The night is full of the West Lake
[Ming Dynasty] Dong Si Zhang
The moon is full in the West Lake, and the thousands of mountains are haloed with green autumn smoke.
The water birds don’t know where to stay at the second watch, and they fly up to the Wanghu Pavilion.
Viewing fish in Huagang
[Qing Dynasty] Xu Chengzu
The new red water is rippling with blue sky, and the scenery of Luyuan is full of Qiu Ruins.
I only feel the joy of swimming in the fish, and I also forget about the opportunity and feel like a fish.
West Lake Willow Branches Ci
[Qing Dynasty] Tian Shu
The long embankment is brushed by short strips, and the orioles are singing on it.
The smoke and gauze cannot be hidden under the green curtain, and the sound is heard in the west of the painted bridge.
Two poems about the first clear and then the rain on the drinking lake (Part 1)
Su Shi
The clear sky is good when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, write "Shen Yuqing's Secret Supervisor Recruiting to Visit the West Lake" Southern Song Dynasty·Yang Wanli
Su Gongdi is far away and there are smoke in the willows, and the deep bamboos in Hejing Garden reflect the pass.
The boat went to the place where the lotus fragrance was fragrant, and the people returned from the country of Yunshui.
It seems cold but warm and clear, and the rain turns clear in an instant.
For the old immortal uncle Penglai, I can enjoy the lake and mountains with a cup.
"Ci Lin Boyu's Poems about Spring Outing to the West Lake by the Chamberlain" Southern Song Dynasty·Lu You
I don't know the age of the West Lake, but the old traces are found again on the edge of Mailing.
Two egrets come and go in the distance, and the waves look up to the blue sky.
The wreckage feels difficult to support for a long time, and it is fate to meet each other with a smile.
My travels and meals in Beijing are full of poems and thoughts, and Xian Gong’s writing is full of thoughts.
"West Lake in Early Summer" by Ouyang Xiu of the Northern Song Dynasty
When the accumulated rain comes and the sun shines, the blue stream rises, and I occasionally find myself alone in the place where I am walking.
After the green and yellow birds return in spring, the red moss and green moss are sparsely populated.
Pingzating Island has fish leaping by itself, and the sun flies over the fence.
Senior Lin doesn’t need to greet or see you off. I want to sit on Diaoji at the head of the stage. It’s always appropriate to wear heavy makeup.
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Su Shi's poem "West Lake at Night":
The boundless water is boundless, and the lotus blooms at night The wind is fragrant.
Gradually I saw the lights coming out of the distant temple, and I waited until the moon was dark to see the light of the lake.
Also the poem "Returning at Night on the Lake":
I can't finish the drink, and the taste is long even if I'm half drunk. Returning from Lanyu Lake, the spring breeze blew my face cool.
As we walked to the west of Gushan Mountain, the night turned gray. The clear chanting is mixed with dreams, and the sentences have been forgotten.
In Shangji Lihua Village, you can smell the faint fragrance.
The poem "A Letter to Uncle Chao Mei from Huaixi Lake":
The West Lake is a beautiful sight in the world, and no one who travels is foolish or wise. The depth depends on what you get, who can know it all.
I am so crazy and straight, I have long been donated to the world. I only specialize in landscape music, and give it to Ning Feitian.
Three hundred and sixty temples, secluded and poor years. What I have learned is so wonderful that I know it is difficult to convey it verbally.
To this day, I still have clear dreams, and my eyes and ears are still fresh. On the Ambassador's Day, your grace shines in the clouds.
Qingliu and Bixi, Anken is Junyan. Hu Buping rode on the horseback and temporarily borrowed the monk's couch to sleep.
Read my poems in the wall, cool and wash away the troubles. There is no way for the staff to guide you, but it goes straight to the direction of your will.
We meet the ancient fisherman, and we have a long-lasting relationship among the reeds. Asked if there is any gain, buying fish is not about money.
Li Kui's poem "West Lake":
The brocade tent opens to the peach bank, and the orchids connect to Liujin. The songs of birds are like inviting people to drink, and the smiles of flowers are trying to attract people.
The bells and chimes ring over thousands of hills, and the towers are full of spring. Looking back at the fragrant mist, Luo Qi has six new bridges.
Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake":
Great men don't ask for more when making plans, and things are decided by themselves.
It is still green and pure even if the turtles and fish are released, and it is willing to tolerate Xiaowei blocking the front slope.
Who can continue the good things once done? A hundred-foot cliff can still be polished.
The stars in the sky should also be happy, and the moon is shining and bathing in golden waves.
Zhou Lixun's poem "West Lake":
The flat lake is as green as the sky at first, and the weeds are ruthless and do not remember the year.
There is still a singing and dancing place at that time, and Xiling is a beautiful place in the mist and rain.
Xia Wei's "Bamboo Branches of the West Lake":
The sky is surrounded by laughter, and the light of the lake is the clearest today.
The boatman has no idea where to go, but he just wants to see where the mandarin ducks sleep.
The sun in Pinghu is only dim, I don’t believe that time is only here.
Laughing at the poplar flowers and pretending to be half-armed, I am afraid that I will be afraid of the spring breeze in the evening.
On the way to the bay of the lake, the orioles are not allowed to be idle for even a moment.
Looking at someone’s golden horse, the sun camel looks towards the lonely mountain in the spring scenery.
The spring waves are everywhere but there is no clear sand. I spend the day on the lake and the boat at home at night.
The spring breeze of strange killings keeps coming back, and the original bearer is planting plum blossoms.
Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake":
The fragrance of lotus leaves and flowers disappear, making Jun Ning recall Yangzhou.
They all exchanged twenty-four bridges of moon for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
Poem "West Lake" by Zhao Zi'ang:
The catkins cannot fly in the spring shade, and the buds on the legs are greener and fatter.
Only for fear of being frightened by egrets, I rode alone around the lake.
Yuan Hongdao's poem "General Review of the West Lake":
Longjing is full of sweet springs, and the flying stones are rich in bones. The wind blows ten miles away from Suqiao, and the result is a day and a month.
The Qian Temple is not good at all, but there is a good stone yard. The old pavilion in Gushan is full of cool shade.
One peach blossom every year, one gray hair every year. High in the south, you can see the clouds rising, and high in the north, you can see the moon setting.
Chu people have no feathers and can travel across the world.
Fan Jingwen's poem "West Lake":
How many tourists are watching by the lake, half of them in the mist and rain on the broken bridge.
Watch the singing and dancing in the spring breeze, and watch the green mountains with your eyes.
Zhang Dai's poem "West Lake":
Looking back at the beginning of West Lake, why did it get this name. Suddenly encountering Xizi noodles, I greatly admire the comments of the ancients.
The beautiful mountains and rivers merge together, and the beauty is born in the mist. Naihe couldn't help but feel deep affection.
Looking into the smoke, it is vast and impossible to find. On the road to struggle in my hometown, this is the center of the lake.
Splashing ink on Mi Dian’s paintings empathizes with Bo Ziqin. The beauty of autumn water in South China has been admired by people throughout the ages.
When I reach the shore, my heart is gone. I haven’t seen the lake for a month, and the fishing lanterns can be seen across the water, and the trees on the embankment are filled with smoke.
The true meaning and words are all gone, and there is no makeup or powder. Asking who can understand, there is a beard at this time.
The poem "Ten Scenes of the West Lake":
There is a peak and a tall man, and the two are talking to each other. There is a West Lake here, and I refuse to go there.
(Two peaks stand in the clouds)
The lake air is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow. If you are willing to abandon Three Pools, people in Hangzhou will not look at the moon.
(Three Ponds Reflect the Moon)
The high willow shades the long embankment, and the waning moon is omitted. Walking lamely on the loose sand, it seems that I am walking on snow.
(The remaining snow on the broken bridge)
The night air is as thick as the south screen, and the light mist is as thin as paper. The bell sounds from above, crossing the empty river at night.
(Nanping Evening Bell)
Smoke and willows curtain the peach blossoms, and red jade sinks into the autumn water. Wen was very weak all night, and Xi Shi just got up from bed.
(Su Di Chunxiao)
The cheeks are slightly flushed, and Xie Yi smiles. What is the drunken lotus? The warm wind is like wine.
(Fenghe in Quyuan)
The deep willow tree calls the oriole, and the voiceless sound enters the green sky. If you have a poetic heart, you should not compare it to advocacy.
(The orioles are heard in the waves in the willows)
The ruined pagoda faces the shore of the lake, looking slumped like a drunken man. Strange feelings are in the rubble, why use artificial intelligence.
(Leifeng sunset)
The bright moon is seen in the autumn sky, and the cold air enters Lingao. Listen quietly to the solitary flying goose, its voice is light and high in the sky.
(Pinghu Qiuyue)
I deeply hate the release pond and created a fish prison for no reason. Now that you are here in Huagang, are you willing to be restrained?
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