"Fishing" Yuan Hao asked what the world is like and taught him to be committed to life and death. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Happiness is happy, but parting is painful. There are even more stupid children in it. You should have a sentence: The cloud is in Wan Li, and the dusk is in Qian Shan, only to whom. Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui wept for the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe in peace, birds and swallows are all loess. The times will last forever. In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan. Touch the fish and ask the lotus root, how much silk is there? Lotus knows who to suffer for. Two flowers are charming opposites, just children of the old family. God has promised! I don't teach Whitehead, life and death. The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken. Sweet dreams, in the middle of ganoderma lucidum dew, pitch in the present. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess. Acacia, fleeting, was mistakenly by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less. I'm afraid to mention wine again, and my red skirt is half hanging and I'm lying in the wind and rain. Small pink poplars pick lotus seeds and sail back to the lake. The wind is about the green skirt of Hunan, and there are several lines of tears in one piano. I hope you will come back, but I haven't heard from Furong Kai. It's cool in the evening, safflower honeymoon and egret, and they don't fly together. Half, Wang Heqing's book and tears are afraid of unsealing, and they don't return to the air again and again. Who is used to being so disgusting? The thinner the rock, the more it increases and the less it decreases. Lu Xian will write half of Wang Heqing's letters in the future and read them under the light. Two or three lines of words are really careless, and I am more and more anxious to mention them. Half silk and half burn. Wang Heqing's temples are like crow feathers, and the small hibiscus flowers are narrow. I'm afraid my mother will guess whether it will be worn or not. It is inevitable to insert gold hairpin, half fluffy and half crooked. Pan Feiqu merchant Xiao Lan Deng, who can send brocade? The geese are too sparse, and the flowers fall in Dong Jun, and they are also haggard. I threw myself at Wang Jun and shed a lot of tears. Don't let Julian show Lu Zhicai's joy, don't say goodbye in the morning, it's hard to give up! Row a boat to carry the spring away, leaving a half moon in the air. Indulge in the east wind, Guan Hanqing is far away, and the moon is short of flowers and flies in an instant. Holding a farewell cup, my eyes are full of parting tears. Just saying "take care and rest" makes people reluctant to part with the pain. "Well have to go. Looking forward to Wan Li! "

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