Three people | There is no regret.The most secure, no owe life (poems and six songs)

"Three People" 142

Liu Yaojin-Mountain Residence

Text/Lotus Board

The sparsely rain and wet smoke converge. I am full of eyes, red and dark.

At first glance, the banana is dyed. The fans are blind, and the curtain is not covered.

Hua Jianchou was speechless, but he knew or decreased.

Take the drunk weight to depend on the water threshold. When the wine is poured, and the cup is poured.

Liu Yaojin (Yi Yun)

Text/Yang Yun

Qingyun Xianzhu Bamboo Window. I don't mean, the forest flowers flutter.

There are also mountain poultry fighting. Ask who is so good.

Get up under the Qinglian Gate. Ren Jiu Shi and deep pit seduce.

There is no regret. The most secure and unheard of life.

Liu Yaojin (Yi Yun)

Text/Liu Xiang

At the beginning of the dull flower, the rainflower converged. Put a spike and orchid lights.

The eyes of the eyes are bright and dark, and the tea cigarettes and the blue snail are righteous.

The sound of frogs from the Moon of Fangtang. Northern winds, cool marks.

The world is deeply reduced. No dreams, how many have been detained?

"Three People" 143

Huali Mei-Xiawan Pool

Text/Lotus Board

Lonely Hong Ying Chi Bi. It is still the color of the drunk Shi Shi.

The wind blows the lotus leaves, the frog is noisy and rainy, how can I ban it?

Regardless of the end of the bridge, the shade is wet and wet, and the clothes are stood up.

Smoke waves and empty stare, where is Xiangyun, to smell the incense.

Hewa Mei (Yi Yun)

Text/Yang Yun

Nanfeng Rongbai. Jiaozheng and the bottom of the leaves are red and white.

The sun makeup is inclined to the sun, and the Luo skirt is rolled slowly, waiting for anyone to pick.

I always remember that there were light boats on the clear waves of smoke and rain, and there were no traces.

Who can remember, the side of the side, the pavilion Zeng also, entered a boat poem and painting.

Hewa Mei (Yi Yun)

Text/Liu Xiang

Rongyin covers fish country. It is also sticky and rainy.

Xi Guangming was destroyed, and the cicada said in detail, but it was silent.

The guests are far away, the lakes are deep clouds, and the wind lotus has thousands of strokes, and the same shakes.

Outside the long pavilion, looking back, Cang Boyao pointed out that the leftover gull's head was white.

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