Yu Ji of the Palace Museum dropped out of school, and Vivi was infinitely lonely.
Elks in the desert compete for new grass, while owls in empty gardens occupy shallow sand.
Wu Xiuyu is cold in the rain, the wind in the Chu River is urgent, and there are many sails.
The poor country broke its loyal minister and died. Bai Bo was born in the East every day.
A further visit to Xu Hun, Yuguanguan, Gusu.
In the early autumn of Gaowu, the old corridor meets the old place.
Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint.
Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.
Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass.
Send Xu Hun back to Gusu South Building and give it to Li Mingfu.
There is no place to go, and it doesn't matter if you fall in love.
I moved to Luo Qi temporarily to see the mountains, and only heard the sound of running water in the orchestral strings.
Don't hate the flowers falling in Xiting, and Liu Yin Nanpu promotes the return journey.
I made a short night in the early stage, and I waited for months in Zhu Lan.
Night parking near Fengqiao Zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Gusutai nostalgic Chen Yu
Recalling that the king of Wu ruled the sky, the songs rang all over the high platform.
Three thousand ladies-in-waiting look at flowers, and people are tired.
Suzhou Nanhu accompanied Cao to visit Luo Yin.
The flowers of Polygonum hydropiper are red and the ears of rice are yellow, which makes the Blue Army return to the pond.
Leaning against the wind algae, open the way first and welcome the birds as much as possible.
He has god and skill in his hand and gold around his waist.
Teenagers should smile and put cream on their temples.
Tomb of the Mother of Gusu (in Huqiu West Temple) Luo Yin
Spring grass grows to the grave and grows to the tiger hill.
Death is lonely, but life is not romantic.
Jiaojing mountain spring is cold, and autumn is foggy.
You should also walk along the fragrant path at night with your calligraphy.
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A cluster of pavilions returned to the room, and the door was not closed.
The flowers are far away, and the rain is urgent. Egrets in spring pool are idle.
Take drinkers to find Wuyuan Temple and lean against the building to see Dongting Mountain.
Strange words get fairy tales, and newcomers return them from the outside.
Boating, Suzhou, Wang Anshi
Swim to Panmen East and leave for Nagato West at dusk.
Looking around, there is no one, but the day is low.
There is smoke in the forest belt, and there are birds singing on it.
Everything is entrusted to me, and I have no place to live.
Juanjiangyue Gusutai Huaigu Sadulla
Leaning against the terrace, I love Zhu Lan and have a bird's eye view of Baihuazhou.
The fragrant path of Yunling cloister is quiet, just like the old home.
Wandering outside the threshold, weeping willows by the water, still learning palace waist dance.
Prosperity is like a dream, endless.
If you see the sunset on the barren platform, the elk will come to swim and it will be full of hazel trees.
Loyal officials can retreat to the east gate.
Vote for a thousand generals for nothing, and in the end it's still a beach. Where would you hide your face?
A thousand years' legacy, I still listen to the farmer's dove.
Niannujiao Gusutai Nostalgia Zhou Quan
Fly thousands of feet. Straight men cross the clouds, and the southeast wins.
On that day, the whole city was like jade, and the spring in Taichung, Ceng Zui was beautiful.
Dust flies, Yu Di breaks, and elk comes to the palace.
Through the ages, Zhu Lan has a bright moon.
Send eyes to the west wind, ask about the past, and fly to the end of the sky.
It is also a statue of floating white, so it is divided into martial arts.
Things are different, sighing at the doors, how much prosperity is gone.
The fishing boat is broken and the setting sun is empty.
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In the evening of Jinling, the grass is flat, the setting sun is bright and the water is ruthless.
In the prosperous period of the Six Dynasties, the sound of darkness drifted away.
When you are free, you can go to the Gusu stage to enjoy the moon, such as learning the mirror and seeing Jiangcheng.
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Grassy Gusu asked Fucha who is safe now.
Looking at Tiger Hill in the distance, worrying about the bright moon, the lake is wide and prosperous.
Since ancient times, men have been concerned, and they have to leave and can't come back.
After I left, I seemed to be a few Wuyang, and I became a talent.
The west wind blows obliquely.
It is especially sad than the old Jiangnan.
Sighing the yellow dust in the horse's belly, one after another, it is difficult to open your eyes.
Things should be sold as incense, lotte's words are endless, and infinite customs become ashes.
Don't ask, just draw a cup after solving the problem with the guest.