If Na Whelan:
First, "Yan Liyun"
Spring, summer, autumn and winter sun, moon and wheel. Ask who reads kindness.
Meet with a smile and forget the two Kunlun mountains. There are many different views about the past and the present.
In Xue Mei, making tea, carving dragons and ancient rhymes, and screen partition also produce liquid. I'm too lazy to listen to it. Simplify the complex, Yun Geng.
Second, "Yan Guiliang, abandoned his son at the beginning"
Lao Yan is flying around in the painting room. Dream or steal the beam.
The colorful clouds chase the moon and recall the glory. Peach blossom noodles, one by one.
How much pure love, how much initial heart, and eloquent. Fill in the new words and it will smell like half a stove. Look for a good sentence and a long rhyme.
Yu Zi: Yan Chunsi
Swallows come with new green branches. Hanging on the bottom of Tsing Yi box.
The wind blows a few degrees. Old sleeves cherish spring.
Old age in the mountains is easy, which family respects each other like guests, and several pens fail? Cloud window sings Ruihua's poems. Selling sake forgets people's ridicule.
Zhang Chengyu: Yan Tongda
Long bridges with winding paths lead to secluded places, each of which wants to be flat. Strong personality is very important to Yuncheng. The jade steps are steep and difficult to walk. After a long time, ask who you met.
The west building is gradually going up, and the east window can lean on it. Don't argue. Why isn't there a thousand layers at the foot of the mountain? If the heart is clear, it will last forever.
Aisi: Yan Guiliang. Appreciation of Zhang Chengyu's Poems by Professor Tsinghua
Cheng Yu's poems are like a cup of tea, which is intoxicating.
A deep and graceful pen gives birth to flowers. Book dusk rain, draw sunrise.
Happy search rhyme, Shu Mei allusions, at your disposal. Inherit the quintessence of China and travel around the world. Carry forward righteousness and praise China.
Big Bob: Yan Guiliang. Late spring.
Weeds, Du Yu cry. Short pavilion willow pull clothes. Colorful poplars fell into the pool. Look at the butterflies and dance gracefully.
The wheat straw is exhausted, and it is getting old in the third spring. A few poems of begonia before you. Philip Burkart, the moonlight is late.
Ji Yang Yu Yi: Yan Gui Liang? Cherish time
Yan Zi gave a peck when she came back. Dance in the green forest.
Fang Fei is rich and fresh. Take a sip and get drunk.
Clouds and moon shadows. Qionglou is graceful. Singing at night is very heavy. Spring is fleeting, I want to be happy today. Cherish the present and cherish the time.
Purple dream: Yan. A trip to Qianfo Mountain
Walking into the mountains, deep rain and snow. Travelers are gradually returning.
I also went to Yunya alone. Ren Lanlu, the net dust is tired.
The ice is full of trees, and it is as cold as crisp. 3000 green trees pass through the forest. As far as the eyes are concerned, be as subtle as possible.
Chen Chen:
1, "Yan Guiliang Chu Qing after the rain" (Chinese new rhyme)
The rain moistened the mire and washed it very thick. Just cool and gentle. Hibiscus flowers are shy. Between the leaves, in the opening and closing.
The haze cleared and the river was dizzy. Lift your feet and trudge in the stream. Look at the dark green boating in the mountains. Cloud footprints, wandering around.
2. Yan Fireworks.
The dog barked around the stake. Like a green battlefield. New mud beads are like hotbeds. What's more, it's a beautiful morning.
Brother's takeaway, hard and busy, knows joy and happiness. Diesel rice sauce vinegar tea fragrance. Good mouth, long wish.
Qi Le: Yan.
As soon as Yanliuyi arrived at the thatched cottage. Like a charming girl.
Spring is careless, the wind is lazy, and the sun is gone. Flocculation, long winding.
Yao Si thanked his daughter and died. He should have won a good article. To this day, I still remember the fragrance between my fingers, the falling pearls and those lines.
Deep willow reading: Yan's wedding
Shuang Yan mud around nave. Nest on the beam. Fresh air, beautiful scenery, good times. What's more, it means a lot.
Young children, young swallows around their knees, blowing sheng spring comfortably. Friends and relatives congratulated Jin Tianxiang. I wish you a long life at every wedding.
The breeze doesn't wait for the bright moon: Yan
A breeze blew through the wheat field. Walking in the blue sky.
In spring, bees are flying and butterflies are dancing. Scrambling to make trouble, lush.
Peach blossom powder is gorgeous, its heart is full of green, and tourists stop to watch it. The scenery is full of spring gardens every year. Carrying exotic species, happy.
Brave and foolish: Yan, Qingming, father, filial piety, matriarchal, four generations under one roof.
The dream of worshipping the ancestral castle peak is around Liang. Don't be afraid.
Make tea for mother at night, and the wine is mellow. Stars twinkle, recalling time.
The root is a vein, and the sky is different. Generations have comforted Gao Tang. Cell waves wake up drunk and talk like a spring. Blood is rich in water, which is helpful to xuanhuang.
Long Fu: Yan Guiliang-Xishan Crossing Wumen Bridge
One, Ye Fei spends less in spring, which makes people more worried.
On the ordinary lake, passengers frequently sail. Now it is, without a trace.
The misty waves are vast and beautiful, the flowers are fragrant and butterflies, and it is lonely to idle clouds. Li must wait until the epidemic disappears. Take the residual wine to Wumen.
Freshwater: Yan. Renxinhui
It's still early, so I can't sleep well. Eyebrows are as sad as hearts.
Dawn meets the light. Besides, the dew is cool.
China, the origin of the end of the world, I also want to discuss. It is difficult to prevent ups and downs. There are laws to follow, don't hesitate.
So: What about Yan? Disturb dreams
April is windy and smoky. Be lazy and relax.
After reading it, rest with a pillow and sleep in a book. Invite Taibai to write poems.
There are many flowers outside the cloud, unlike on the earth. Yan Gui is in distress situation and disturbs Yu Huan. Go away and don't say anything.
Yang Yuanjia: Yan. Shuangyan Tichun entered the old church.
Shuang Yan Tichun entered the old church. Let the heart lock the beam.
Call and be alone with me. Dusk becomes melancholy and the night becomes long.
Acacia full knot, Wushan dream, who plays the phoenix to seek the phoenix. Think deeply about it. In the red note, to be honest.
Unique:
1, Yan and Tongzui (Chinese new rhyme)
Flowers and plants are fragrant and drunk, sitting alone in the window lattice. Bees and butterflies dance and provoke the spring breeze, but the building remains the same and the dream falls.
Time is like Zen, happy and lonely, watching the disputes in the world. Success or failure is empty, love and hate, and pay for the rest of your life.
2. Yan Chunyou (China Xinyun)
Thoughts waver, willow spits new velvet. Exquisite eight sides cut residual red. Bloom is warm in spring, watching songbirds.
The fragrance is exhausted, and it rains one after another, for fear that the day will be in a hurry. Love is endless and affectionate. The waves beat against the coast and the sea went up against the wind.
3, Yan children frolicking (step rhyme)
Flowers stir the hall, and warblers sound around the pipe. If you have nothing to do, go hunting for spring scenery. The children are noisy and the situation is tense.
Shirts and sleeves. Turn it over. Legs are like springs. The wind blew away and landed in the whole garden. Shake hands and make peace.
Yan misses his old friend after the rain.
Weak Liujiang Tobacco Chun Mu. Swallows keep raining. Huaxi is shallow. Sparkling, watertight.
The rain is gone and the fence is independent, as if seeing an old friend. A pot of wine, leaving no trace.
Fang Mu gave birth to a bud: Yan Guiliang, late sorrow.
The color has fallen to Kyushu. Being late and annoying.
The breeze is full of sleep. Temples cream, the moon is like a hook.
Lonely lights and music, empty bottles, why should we keep the school? The ever-burning lamp is disturbed by fire, and it is hard to pay.
Rain Pavilion in Shandong: Yan. Folding pear leaves spring scenery.
The bitter rain made bloom. The room is full of spring. Flowers and leaves are tender and fragrant. Ingenious creation, unparalleled.
I rummaged through my poems and books, searching my heart and searching again, thinking of reaching Sanjiang. No regrets, give a Chinese seal. Winning is a long-term solution.
Autumn is bleak: Yan. Spring sorrow
There are yellow flowers everywhere. Let bees and butterflies run.
Smoke clouds lock willows and reflect the sunset. The wind is blowing, but it is boundless.
The fragrance is not exhausted, and the breeze is still warm. I didn't mean to make up. Worry is just for epidemic prevention. Meet again and wait for the way home.
Yijiang: What about Yan? spring scenery
Willow branches Ran Ran cloud, ask to mark. Nanxiang Gezi leans on the people, Wangjiang resents Liu Chuxin.
Taoyuan recalls the past. The makeup floor is like a goose. Flowers, butterflies, flowers and dust. Saunders and flute can be heard in Sauvignon Blanc, and the sound is slow in apricot garden and spring.
Old tree: Yan, idle clouds
Idle clouds outside the window are the freest. I like being young and carefree. The white body is pure, naive and soft. Looking into the distance, dreams lead to seclusion.
Immortals are not old, people are everywhere, for fear of new worries. It's hard to sing the moon with mud. Qu Qingying sighed.
At the end of the river:
1, Yan, boundless sky blue wheat yellow
The endless sky blue meets wheat yellow. Promote travel and roaming. Open your eyes and be generous. Lighter blowing, incense array.
The world is clear, the sky is clear, and green trees don't need to be hidden. The clouds are steaming, reflecting the sunny windows. Enter the picture and forget the cold.
2, strict
Simple and quiet, strong and powerful, with wind pressure. Smoke turns to stone, separating the hubbub. Listen to the sound of the forest like a stream.
Phoenix court dancing cranes, burning Nong Yu, sleeve flute. How many times did you travel during the Spring and Autumn Period? Red lips are there, clear pronunciation and mellow voice.
Foot day:
1, Yan Xiang Si Ji Fangliang
Yan Fei lingered in the hall. Acacia sends a beam.
The wind in the willows brings sunshine and spring. Smoke catkins, not publicity.
When you are waiting for the sun, your heart is flying, so what's the point of beating gongs and drums? Looking at the fragrance of vegetables and flowers from a distance. Warm place and warm heart.
2. What about Yan? Tempted (secondary rhyme)
It's warm in spring outside the window. Add color and fragrance.
The wind blows blue waves and washes away time. What's more, the grass grows and the warbler flies.
Net window longing, idle book playback, unintentional spring. Spring overflows into the flower protection hall. Lan Xianghui, New Xiang Liang.
3. What about Yan? Yang Si (Buyun)
Yan wants to return, and people are full. The morning light swept the heart beam.
Willow buds are tender and itchy, and spring dawns. Plum blossoms and irises.
Why go north when spring comes and winter comes? Obsessed with drums and springs The clouds are long and fragrant in the north. Acacia is loyal and affectionate.
4. What about Yan? Non-self (Yi Yun)
Yan Fei roamed all over the country. Send a letter to the eaves beam.
The breeze blows on the shore, just in time for spring fragrance. Smoke catkins, not publicity.
The clouds are waiting for the sun, and God is flying in the north. What's the point of sending them to the countryside? Looking at cauliflower yellow from a distance. Warm days, speak your mind.
The Return of En 'an: Strictness and the Death of Old Feelings
It's hard to open your heart and recall the past, but regret passing by. Time flies like autumn. Old love is dead, save your panic.
Smiling and caring, like dreaming. At first glance, it looks like dust. Looking back, I'm starving.
A glimpse: How many bridges are there between Yan and Jun?
The east wind caressed Yu Di last night. Jiangnan is as green as brocade.
Wild birds play in the water, and swallows return to their nests. Xiaoxiang willow, bask in the waist.
Buds are exposed, pavilions are foggy and snowy, and the northern scenery is depressed. How many bridges are there between Jun and Xiao Chun? The heart pool rises, and the evening is still there.
Dream back to the Tang dynasty: Yan hopes for peace
Fog and rain have turned green and returned to the swallow around the beam. When the flowers by the stream fell into the water, there was a slight shock, and the water lilies sprouted.
The scenery is magnificent. Unexpectedly, it thundered in March. The house can't look forward to peace, the epidemic will go early and enjoy peace.
Chui Chui Zi:
1, Yan Yan Ying
April is beautiful under the eaves. It seems to sober people up. Welcome the contribution of Yanhuatang. Xiao Xuanxuan, don't cover it with curtains.
The rain slightly wetted the wings, and the smell of mud came to my face and flowers were in the grass. The nest grows obliquely, and the night comes with you to spend the years together.
2. What about Yan? Nest selection
The Spring Club is back, and it is full of flavor. Don't worry. It's hot and cold every year. Whispering, without a trace.
At the front and back of the hall, Chihiro Xie Wang is expected to get some empty games. Wuyi Lane is dedicated to sunset red. I've seen too much, and I can't hear the end.
3. What about Yan? nest
The flowers have weathered and the rain has dried up. And cleaning and beauty. The returning swallow can't sleep. In my lair, I'm worried about the disabled.
Who holds the mud grass, who plays the jade emperor, likes worldly dust. More than half of spring lovers are sympathized with. Good season, not idle.
4. What about Yan? Qu Yan
Swallows follow the spring and the moon. Cut the edge of the willow embankment quickly. The returning beam returns to dust. Embroider curtains and look forward to reunion.
And I am very much in love, whispering, is nothing more than leisure. Show your eyebrows to tease you. I've stayed too long, Le Yan Jia.
Lin Zhongshun: What about Yan? Not afraid of vicissitudes
Cuckoo is fragrant in spring and April. A thousand Li Yan returns to Liang. The morning breeze swept past the old lotus pond. There is a long way to go.
Chasing dreams by clouds, flying kites infinitely and laughing heartily. Thousands of lights continue to shine. Seek great cause and recover from vicissitudes.
Zhong Haiyue: Yan. Cat play
Fish are playing with money in a small weir pond. There is a forest reflecting the morning sun. Water and light give off a wonderful fragrance. This is why the kitten is busy.
Wear a dovetail, quietly, and temporarily endure greed. Suddenly, the power is strong. It landed in the middle of the water.
Athena Chu: Gorgeous romance.
A tree is full of fallen cherry blossoms. Plums are growing again. Waves and returning air take duckweed away. The water is tender and the grass is green.
The world is cold and warm, it is raining, and the flower dew drinks oriole. Oil, salt, rice, fine weather. People have faith, but the moon has no proof.
Sunshine on the fingertips: Yan. Late spring.
The rain is thin and the grass is fresh, and the apricot flowers are lightly dyed.
Look at the pedestrians by the window. There is chaos outside the yard.
Baqiao gave Liu, Yangguan made three stacks, and Hongyan went without a trace. Endless tears wet the towel. If we meet, the dream is real.
Bottom: Yan Rose Frame
Another hospital planted a rose. Draw spring gracefully. Rubbing red and white is a good cleaning method. Good color and clever thinking.
Flowers are inch by inch, and the heart is continuous. The wind moistens and the rain blooms. Steal the shadow of an afternoon. The fragrance is full of sleeves, which is the most enjoyable.
Roses are fragrant;
1, Yan Hope Springs
Yan Zi's double flying makes him healthy. When you build a nest with mud. The sun is swaying and weeping willows. On the shore, by the water. Dong Jun is interested, wheatgrass cares for each other, and red apricots are spring branches. Staring at the steps drives me crazy. A dream and a poem.
2, strict. Xichun
Pears that have rained are full of fragrance. Ice core light spring makeup.
As clean as dust, the sun sets. The east wind has passed, and it is over.
Trouble flies, Sang Yu is dying, and changes in temperature are always impermanent. Life is like a dream. Cherish it and enjoy it.
Sha Hua: Yan. Chunyue
Chun Yan waded in the lotus pond. What a beautiful spring.
The breeze sends the fragrant willows. There is more laughter.
Who likes to invite a dream party? It shouldn't be thin and yellow. Love is like a mandarin duck. I'm looking forward to it. Match early.
Rain-proof lotus:
1 Yan Luoshang
Meiluo clothes cut green, mountains and rivers blend together. Looking at the breeze from a distance, my mind is full of plans and situations.
Stars shine, hair is elegant, and Yushu stands tall. Yun Teng, riding a crane, dreams of becoming a fairy. Invite Mingyue to Penglai.
2. Strict
The twelve peaks are evenly distributed with light ink, the rising sun rises to the sky, the distant mountains are ethereal and empty, and Jin Hui is outside.
The waves are beautiful, floating and swaying, and the pale dog accompanies the fisherman. Light-hearted geese shadow in the water clouds, eulogize and loosen around.
The wind blows for you: strict feelings
The four seasons cycle again in spring. The mid-term will be in the blink of an eye.
Without business, there is no freedom. Who are you working for?
I often feel that I am wasting my time sighing. Prosperity is a dream, but it is difficult to realize. How many things, turned to dust.
Jia Yu: Yan. Peony (new rhyme)
Swallows are red and green. Yuji Luoyang red.
Fragrant snow and laurel embrace. Large brown-purple fleshy hibiscus.
Take the fruit in the plate, the snow wave of Venus and the green wave of spring water. The black-flowered weizi has a strong fragrance. Oolong is full, brocade robe is heavy.
Autumn marsh: Yan renren
Yan language makes the world dust. Wake up the dream person.
Lingling's music is fascinating. What's more, it's full of spring.
The wind cuts green, the title is English but the rhyme is sparse, and the splendid dance is pure. Dong Jun collected ten thousand Yuan Chun. Every rain is brewing.
Apricot flowers in Ming Dynasty: Yan Hong makeup
The gallery was full of spring breeze last night. Shu Wei wears red makeup. Peach blossoms have long eyebrows. Take care of your cigarettes and temples, and light it yellow.
The butterfly skirt is blue, the clouds stop, and the head is covered to explore the high wall. I'm still hiding my eyebrows. Lang disappear, daughter makeup.
A ship full of glory: Yan? Plague of war (new rhyme)
The spring breeze in March is at the tip of willow. I'm not going to reward you. Back to poison and boiling. It spreads quickly, which is very annoying.
Organization and leadership, national testing, and practical measures to fight the epidemic. However, traitors will be eliminated as soon as possible. Finally, I will not live up to it.
Elegance:
First, strict. Shearing Dongfeng around Huatang
Cut the east wind around the painting hall. Rain willows grow long.
Light and moist apricot makeup. Seven cents is beautiful, three cents is fragrant.
A tree is dying, and the lake shines on the water, which makes me intoxicated. Come and check the spectrum sometime. Spring is getting better and better, and Yan returns to Liang.
Second, strict. After drinking, I don't ask for it.
Come back after drinking without asking the truth. A pair of fast immortals.
The stars blink and the moon is high. The night wind is rustling and laughing wildly.
Walk ten miles along the street? Thousands of lights fly to the Third Ring Road. Drunk voice still sings that year. Youth, little urchin.
Third, strict. Lao Liu has the second new angle.
Liu Zang Jiao is second to none. There is a faint Kun.
It takes a long time to catch a glimpse. The beauty of a beautiful woman is not true.
Waste a long way, travel around the world and catch up with the annual rings. Spring and autumn are like dreams. Floating, crossing the world of mortals.
Fourth, strict. Come to see the small begonia in spring.
Chunyue came to see the little begonia. You can tell its fragrance by several meters.
Have a graceful demeanour A tree is like a dress. Pick two flowers and your eyebrows will look good.
The gift is like this. Beautiful flowers can be folded. Don't miss a good time. The water flows long from morning till night. People are dreaming before they get old.
Yufeng 99: Yan Jinhua
Leaves and green flowers are beautiful and plastic. Sunshine screen window.
Don't think about the past. Many people, aged.
I hope to be happy all my life, why not be heavy? Stroll in the green fields of Bixi. Qingyun Mountain, next to Jinhua.
Deep willow reading: Yan Guiliang, girlfriends have an appointment.
Light rain moistens plain lapels. Best friends often come and go.
The red stove is boiling and drunk. Elegant, fragrant.
Red ribbon, fresh tea and broken silver, slowly stroking the piano. Come to a leisure, drunk in flowers, poems, wine, Qinyuanchun.
Live up to this life: Yan. Wing Chun
Swallows fly around the powder wall. For example, nostalgia for Tang Ming.
Spend time in spring. What's more, warm wind is blowing.
Boys and girls, in twos and threes, can't bear to miss the fragrance. Flowers and plants are intoxicating. Enjoy yourself and don't be busy.
Snowflake: Yan. Laugh.
The willows are the second longest, with warm wind and setting sun.
Bees are busy dancing butterflies, with beautiful shadows and yellow flowers.
Qingxi flows, folk songs are heard, and laughter is around the pavilion. Call a friend, get drunk in the spring with a friend, fiddle, and tell the truth.
There is sunny snow in Xishan: Yan Peony
Heze Kaoyun sits in the village. Apricot rain began to panic. Late spring is full of arrogance. Who will live longer if the flowers fall?
Bravely retreat from the torrent, understand the current affairs, and look at the lake and river in the distance. Today, I am proud of your arrogance. The world turns, and the night wind is crazy.
Ye: Yan saw Haitang again.
It's sunny and windy. Warbler swallows in the forest.
The Spring Festival seems to be the same as before. After peach died, begonia became red.
Fresh and beautiful, Hidesaku shadow, and evokes the old description. Zhuanhuajing, Qiaodong. Unfinished, reunion?
A glimpse: Yan is in a good mood.
April is in full bloom, spring is warm in bloom, and peach buds are full of noise.
The setting sun still holds the shallow river beach. Ruyan Liu green bamboo.
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, touch the incense and drink, and feel the night is dim. Fill in the residual words to bind the ape, warm your dreams at first, and forget the fleeting time.
Using poetic language skillfully: Yan and Haitang express their feelings
Peach calyx is red at first. The spring breeze in full bloom. Haitang is waiting to be released, but it is calm. Different shades make painting difficult.
Others love magnificence, I love elegance, and I don't follow mediocrity. This flower knows nothing. In March, we always meet.
Poetic crane: Yan (new rhyme)
Catkins fly in April, and the clear water reflects the beautiful scenery.
Begonia flowers recall the past, bitter and sweet.
Plum elm clusters of powder, cloves moisten the lungs, and poetry is drunk. And cherish today's good rivers and mountains, dance again and sail again.
Xiaoyao guest in the cloud: Yan
Shallow fog and smoke filled the whole Baizhou. Envy careless lying in Sha Ou.
The lonely pavilion looks at the empty water. Looking for sails and traveling around the sun.
The grass in Ye Sheng is glorious, the flowers are soft, the wind is soft, and it sounds lonely. What is the return of a thousand years? But in the end, there are no barren hills.
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