Selected poetry ｜ The most thought of the everywhere in the Yulu, Tim Junyi Tears Acacia

"Empty Gate Dou"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

Taoxi is tired and hates, don't tearful.

It is difficult to continue when entering the empty door, and He Zugu helps Xinxin.

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"Seven Absolute • Early Autumn Moon Night"

Text/Yang Zhaobin-Xinya

At night, the summer was scattered near the new autumn, and the moonlight was like silver.

Sitting on the gallery heart, Guixiang stayed in Qionglou.

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"Maple Bridge Wen Di"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

Flying in the sky, Pinghu watched the full moon.

The people of Quqiao did not cross, and the flute was in chaos.

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"Seven Absolute · Autumn Rhyme"

Text/small bridge flowing water

Xiaoxiao twilight rain and water, smoke willow enchanting led to low.

Although the powder makeup is exhausted, the graceful butterfly bee fans.

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"Late Autumn"

Culture/Li Yinbing

The golden wind is Xiaosa dew cream, and the leaves are fluttering.

Mo Tan Qiu's deep red purple died, and the chrysanthemum of the fence was fragrant.

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"Yulouchun"

Text/Jinse

The rainy eaves are thrown as rhyme, and the smoke trees are far away from the mountain.

It is advisable to know the cold and warm from the wind, and the high -rise clouds are overwhelming.

The Qingjing sent Yu Mian, and Mo Yuqing frowned.

Sitting in the west of the small building, the scales were back.

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"Pumpkin Yin"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

Taoyuan Baorui hangs the forest, not to relieve the heat of watermelon.

Bi Mangjing's red history, Longxu Gao looked at the sky.

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"Yujie Xing • Spring Hate"

Wen / Li Jiarong

Du Yu's dusk. Spring color is more than a few.

The drizzle of the building was breeze, and everything disappeared.

At the time of falling flowers, today, who is at the bottom of Qionghua.

Tianya is like love. I miss it.

The ancient and modern times were still in the east, and the head of love was thousands of miles.

Baiyun has no trace, Qingshan is speechless, and the tired guests have no return.

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"Dou Jiangting Night Thinking"

Wen / Li Jiarong

Entering Mo said that the avenue was like the sky, but it was too slim about Yunshan.

The year of standing is still standing, and the hope of the month is not long.

What happened in life is melancholy, and the rivers and rivers are just no.

The sorrowful song was unattractive, and the pot was still sighing.

Dou Jiangting was flowing in the water, and the bottle wine was lonely.

There are swallows according to the nest of the house, and the world is like gulls.

Since ancient times, it has been lonely, and youth has been happy.

The good wind and the moon are leisurely, why do you have to ask for a small one.

It is even more sad that it is not a matter of breaking the light.

When the flowers fall, the injury is left, leaning against the critical column listening.

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"鹧鸪 • • Crying Liang Dragonzer"

Wen / Li Jiarong

The years are ruthless to death. The disaster still hates to be gray.

Fusheng has farewell since ancient times, and Du Yu's voice could not call back.

People have passed away, tears are drooping. A pot of turbid wine was sorrowful.

Tu Yan hugs Sanchun, and his destiny is still unbalanced.

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"He's Groom • I am the End of the World"

Wen / Li Jiarong

I am the hospitality of Tianya.

Sighing the world, glory, a few spring.

Thousands of flowers are from tears, often coming to tide.

There are empty, the wind and the moon are white.

Liu Xia's flat boat waved on the road, Nai Cuckoo and blocked my traces.

Before the book arrives, Dream frequently dismantle.

Who will send me Yaochi liquid.

Think of the beauty, across the mountains, recall it at this time.

Why do you need to remember the impermanence of the world?

It is dark and mad.

It is easy to be affectionate and easy to suffer.

Looking at the hometown, it was still crowded.

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"Visit Linghui Temple"

Wen / Li Jiarong

The working hard camp is not allowed, don't come to the monk temple again.

The wind and smoke were silent, and the grass and trees were deep.

Color is empty and empty, and the heart is like water to stop water.

Lenga's four rolls enlightenment, losing to Fanchen Bai two gold.

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"Seven Laws · Gengzi New Year before Autumn"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The willow has a western wind, and the lotus pink is proud of the sun.

The rain flowers were bid farewell to the Qingqiu, and the green stream was cool.

Bi Hai knew a lot of emotions, and Qingyun Shouzhi was dazzling.

The rivers and lakes want to get up with red dust, landing in the glowing area.

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"Seven Absolute · Niu Tong"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The boy Liu Mo Qing was thin, and Heng Di was competing with Yu Xiang.

Fortunately, Niu Weng's heart was comfortable, and he bowed his head to enjoy the spring.

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"Seven Laws · God"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

When God wakes up, he loves to protect him, who is empty in the small courtyard.

The breeze competes for Qianyan Yue, and Beidou follows Wanlia.

The ancient wood Lingyun Sanling was silent, and Gao Zhi Ao Xue was oblique.

Moth's eyebrows have a hometown and laughed to buy restaurants.

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"Seven Laws · Qiu Lian"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

When the Mid -Autumn Festival was lonely late, I looked at the broken orchid lamp to hate for a long time.

Every time I recalculates the end of the year, I have not forgotten to go to the fixed flowering period.

Dan Xin took care of my idyllic show, and Haofa knew that people were declining.

The most thought of the everywhere in Yulu, Tim Junyi's tears.

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"Seven Absolute Passing Peng Family Courtyard"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Xiang Wantu was already spring, and Qinshu was accompanied by tears and towels.

In front of the window, I remember my heart, and I did not see the story of the story of the year.

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"New Lotus Leaf"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

New ruffled corners of the water leaf, dragonflies rest.

The pond adds vividly, and the half -rolling curtain is properly in the boudoir.

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"Litchi"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

The male and female spikes are not blooming, and the rouge is lightly sweeping Yuhua.

Three hundred who can say that it can be died, lychee incense is splashed with dust and sand.

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"Huanxi Sand"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

The color fish crispy on the sand of Huanxi, the road can destroy Wu.

A legendary singing eternal singing, Taihu Yunyu cover the pearl.

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"Thanksgiving"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Changsheng was afraid of 六, and he has been a song for sixty years.

Looking up at Cangtian, I often ask if I am grateful for others.

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"Yulouchun"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

When the word card entered the event, the poetry was green.

People are old and elegant, and Yulouchun is late.

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