The canoe overflows the east of the bridge, and in March, the Jiangnan is drunk and windy.
Flower shadows and flowing clouds invade the purple stranger, and the mountains under the cranes belong to Sha Ting.
Xiong Wen's peerless masterpiece "Lingxiao Zhi" has a strong spirit of life.
Like a joke in the past.
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Cao Qing Road, Wuliuyan Village, returning to the field and stepping on the mountain.
Thousand peaks are light, the wind and frost are clean, the flowers are deep and the leaves are thin.
On a whim, I sang a song to surprise the birds, and boarded Xiao Shu to walk the raccoon.
Changsha hates things from the east, but bamboo has no intention.
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The west building recalls the old days, and the loss of water makes people feel melancholy about the sunset.
Lonely birds worry about the hole, and wild geese in the long river block their return.
I am eager to cross the wound and leave that sentence. I want to fly and sway.
Facing the moon, the clouds shake the willows, and poetry becomes a smile.
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I am lazy to send a string of worries, and my voice is cold.
Looking at life hate at Hengmen, calligraphy has been displaced for ages.
Liulian looks for the scenery, and the wind carries a new chapter of begging.
Affectionate and regretful poetry, a leaf is fragrant.
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Zhu ting is a red flower, misty and rainy.
Jade bone was surprised and pitied, and Bing Xin was disgusted with the appearance of the disease.
The wild goose cloud in Zhao Hui was interrupted, and the singing of the boat at night was noisy.
The river is in the sky, I hate it! The spring breeze is silent and fragrant.
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Cui Yun curtain rolled at the beginning of the spring breeze, and the courtyard was deeply willow.
Li Xie flew in from Zhao Hui, and the carved gallery is charming.
Empty huaiyu mountain alliance ambition, relying on the river floor alone geese shadow cold.
Long sleeves and light silk are comfortable and graceful, and the front of the hall is green and clear.
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Sock dust tastes gentle, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is bleak.
The shadow of the lake is near the waves, and the purple swallows sing and the wind flies like wings.
The bamboo path is light and inclined to recall the years, and the mountains and clouds are empty.
The good news is thousands of miles away and people are smiling.
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The river is tender in Dongting, and its beauty is hidden among green trees.
Cold dew and ice fill Leng Yue, and jade bone is the spring and autumn breeze.
Tianya dream xiaoxiang tears, sea of clouds poetry flying calligraphy.
Endure the infinite hatred of the magpie bridge and dance gracefully with sleeves.
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Praise for the carefree bananas and rain, and the breeze will give a new chapter.
Waving smoke and willow books, writing blue sky, writing blue sky.
Ginkgo has no intention of inviting Leng Yue, while Cedar is interested in Leng Yue, Ao Shuang.
What happened to Jiangnan? The West Lake is full of complaints.
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The sky is fantastic and eight poems are outstanding.
Yong Zhihao praised history of qing dynasty.
The origin of Huazhang is husband and wife, and it is wonderful to feel Luo Shen.
Great people have never rebelled, and they think of you every time they cook beans.