Poetry Graffiti, Yiwenyou
Where the road is in the sun, the Hua Deng is on the air.
Step by step, singly drink frost.
Asked to clip the grass, do you know if it is cool?
And the purpose, sparse and dry branches, sorrow and blue.
Old yellow flowers, next to the cold stone steps.
The railings are tearful and sly.
Counting the leaves of the phoenix tree, covering the hills.
Looking back, what is the future?
In the middle of the autumn, the fog is invited to the moon, and the Qionglou will be sent to the public. After years of lonely palace, this day is even more difficult to sleep. I hope to climb and look at it, but I will bite the Qing dynasty and refuse to roll the clouds. Alone intoxicated with fragrant wine, the moon shines bright.
Refers to the sky, the words of the stars, the meaning of lingering. Ignorant people have no solution, what day is the sacred bowstring? If people say illusion, yin and yang, my heart is like a mountain, this dream is difficult for a long time. Break the good wine, Feng Xu buckle Fangyuan.
Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet evening scented the wind and danced the book chapter, asking for ink marks and paintings.
The flying flounders are like drizzle, and the falling flowers are like frost.
Under the window of the jade building, the trees are paired.
The cups are often empty, and the chambers are gathered to lead the pots.
The Qingming Tao dynasty rises from the dust, and the tide retreats from the old cold cage.
Xinliu Nongfeng loves ancient wood, and folds the flowers to the soul of the tomb.
Wang Jiang Weng Yao Wang Dadong, a lonely boat with fishing.
Volunteer and waves, the crocodile crocodile plays dragon.
The blue paddle is traced to the storm, and the cloud sails against the evil wind.
Ups and downs of thousands of miles of snow, sit firmly in the Bi Ping.
Mistakenly, I asked for a sigh, and I recalled the Taoyuan water.
Broken horses weaving abandon the wild path, and the dry grass cultivating locks empty building.
Nanshan mourning and mourning the east fence, the quarrying and emptying of the hip flask.
Ding boiling temples fat and squirrel, Wu yarn laugh with Kong Fangyou.
Step by step, singly drink frost.
Asked to clip the grass, do you know if it is cool?
And the purpose, sparse and dry branches, sorrow and blue.
Old yellow flowers, next to the cold stone steps.
The railings are tearful and sly.
Counting the leaves of the phoenix tree, covering the hills.
Looking back, what is the future?
In the middle of the autumn, the fog is invited to the moon, and the Qionglou will be sent to the public. After years of lonely palace, this day is even more difficult to sleep. I hope to climb and look at it, but I will bite the Qing dynasty and refuse to roll the clouds. Alone intoxicated with fragrant wine, the moon shines bright.
Refers to the sky, the words of the stars, the meaning of lingering. Ignorant people have no solution, what day is the sacred bowstring? If people say illusion, yin and yang, my heart is like a mountain, this dream is difficult for a long time. Break the good wine, Feng Xu buckle Fangyuan.
Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet evening scented the wind and danced the book chapter, asking for ink marks and paintings.
The flying flounders are like drizzle, and the falling flowers are like frost.
Under the window of the jade building, the trees are paired.
The cups are often empty, and the chambers are gathered to lead the pots.
The Qingming Tao dynasty rises from the dust, and the tide retreats from the old cold cage.
Xinliu Nongfeng loves ancient wood, and folds the flowers to the soul of the tomb.
Wang Jiang Weng Yao Wang Dadong, a lonely boat with fishing.
Volunteer and waves, the crocodile crocodile plays dragon.
The blue paddle is traced to the storm, and the cloud sails against the evil wind.
Ups and downs of thousands of miles of snow, sit firmly in the Bi Ping.
Mistakenly, I asked for a sigh, and I recalled the Taoyuan water.
Broken horses weaving abandon the wild path, and the dry grass cultivating locks empty building.
Nanshan mourning and mourning the east fence, the quarrying and emptying of the hip flask.
Ding boiling temples fat and squirrel, Wu yarn laugh with Kong Fangyou.
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