Selected poetry ｜ The most beautiful Mid -Autumn Festival in the world, how many reunions are in dreams

"One Dendrobes, Longxi Chunxue"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

Yangchun has not arrived, and the white snow Xincai is early.

Who is good for sprinkling salt, catkins are 霏 霏 霏, catkins are overcast.

Jade dumpling Qionghua Meiying, Gan Dangze Run Qing Qingcao.

Poems are difficult to grow old. Yuanmeng Youyou, Yuanmengshan Guan Dao.

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"Seven Laws · Weekend East Lake Tour"

Wen / Ronin

The drizzle was hazy for a half -day tour, and the dark red eyes were drunk.

Qingbo Dao Dao cutting mirror, bending around the attic.

Cui Liu Po ​​adds joy, crying Ying Wan to relieve her sorrow.

Watching the blue blankets lying between the flowers, the fragrant lungs stay.

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"Spring Resentment"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

The threshold is green and fat, and the wet clothes are red.

Yilouchun was twilight, and the convention never returned.

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"Spring Si"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Recalling the old and the old, Lianchun started to send spring.

The flowering period is full of wind and rain, and the world road is hard.

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"鹧鸪 《《"

Text/Phase A while

Xiaoyue is still the old building, the cold window is lonely and what is request.

There is a lock in the dust, and the good dream is hard to end.

Turn the past and find the reason. I only know that winter and summer are less layers of autumn.

If you pass your shoulders that year, how can you make the first heart knot worry.

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"Rain in the Qingyu Case"

Text/East City

Meiyuan pink branches are small. Liu Ya Nen and Spring are early.

The peaks of Dai people are subtle. The horizontal field is scarce. Green water and green mountains.

Hongchen's love is difficult. Dream breaks three more faithfulness.

Zhu Yan is old in the mirror. In the past, Jun Rong Qiao. Years are like smoke.

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"Spring Day Xueyuan Wen Di"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

The wind is cold and cold, and the cotton Qiu also feels through the clothes.

Gradually, Xueye Heng Fli, the guests are difficult to travel.

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"Frozen Rain Ice Flower"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

Why is the painting flowers in spring?

The ice muscle jade bone soul is there, and the flute is flowers all the way.

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"Seven East Lake Spring Rhyme"

Text/Ronin

Hao Miao East Lake is swinging blue waves, and the wind shakes the bank of Liu Wu dance.

The silver gulls are groaning, and the shallow backflows are like jade shuttle.

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"Wanxi Sansha February Jiangnan"

Text/East City

In February, Jiangnan Liu Yan. Yuanshan contains Cuiling Peak. Baochun Meirui vomited.

On the winding branches outside the window, the taste of the song is intended. Three more listen to the rain before the rain.

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"Guidian Qiu, Spring has arrived"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

Spring has arrived, now Feihong. He stepped with Jun to follow Dongfeng.

Yinger returned to the grass to wake up the mountains and the mountains were slightly drunk.

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"spring chill"

Text/Waiting

The cold wind blows the leaves lightly, and pedestrian feathers on the street.

In winter today, why does Tiangong block spring!

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"Cuizhu Ocean Appreciation Snow"

Text/a little sunshine

Rui Xue fluttered the bamboo, and the silver was shining.

Bingjing Yujie is loving, and a few Qionghua makeup.

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"Farewell"

Text/cold air

In the spring breeze, the sound of the willow was heard.

See you in the New Year, drunk in Beijing.

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"rainwater"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

The velvet Xuejin brought the rain dew, and Shulin was long and cold.

The buds are lined up with thousands of mountains, and the ground is rising.

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"Drunk Flower Yin Chunxue"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

One after another, Yang Tangxue. Rouge skin.

Jingliang's horns are empty, and the side of the bridge is not the other side.

Dreaming back to the sorrow. The mountains are stringed.

Looking at Chen Chen, Liu Lili Chunfeng, the swallow on his head is getting more.

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"Seven Must -Qian Yellow River Dumai Mo is the scene"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Xilu Feizheng went up the moon, and there are many beautiful people in the current Demo.

In front of the lame, the flowers should be strange, and a bucket of incense souls fall into the jade river.

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"Seven Must -cheongsam Women"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The daughter of the Moon of the cheongsam is Jiao, and the lady is a jade.

The dream of Changhan was so faint, and the fragrant dance danced cicada.

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"Seven Must -Win Cheongsam"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The cheongsam Dai Run dull fragrance floats, and the jade color flowers are soft.

Encountering Fangxin Zi Zi Mei, because of the dense meaning and pleasure.

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"Seven Must -Passing Wujia Small Gully Lotus Pond"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The lotus perfumes, green grass buds, and the swallow pearls are exposed.

Cui Di Pond knows me, and invited the butterfly Liu Mianfei.

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"Seven Absolutely · Qian Cheongsam"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(one)

The spring breeze is brilliant, and it is beautiful, and Xiaolu's carrier is beautiful.

The dance line covers intoxicated eyes, and the tenderness of the jade girl turns Zhou Qiao.

(two)

The spring breeze is already containing Shao, and the flowers are beautiful and beautiful.

The dance line was drunk, and his disciples fantasy Zhou Qiao.

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"The Tian Tian · Graduation Near Mid -Autumn Festival"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Several conquest sails and ghosts, acacia dyed wine red.

Traveling around the island for three thousand miles, looking at Guanshan 10,000.

Star Gongbei and the waters are east. Sorrows are more windy.

The most beautiful Mid -Autumn Festival in the world, how many reunion is in dreams.

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"鹧鸪 月 《"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

There is always a breeze to wipe the moon, blowing cigarettes and foggy white clouds.

Hongchen has a confusion in the grievances, and the sea is not covered with sin.

Flower pregnancy fruit, lotus leading lotus. Bing Xin is in the chest.

The soul is not stained with all dirt, and the new word under the moon is tried to tube strings.

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"Drunk Flower Yin · Gift Wenqing"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Tonight Juan is like water, and Chang'emei is not seen.

Why bother in the Mid -Autumn Festival, bitterness, and murmured.

Who knows that tears are more intertwined and are human.

A few inches are hearty, the characters are on the screen, and the words are golden.

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"Supreme Mansion · Witter"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

The Mid -Autumn Festival passed, and there was only one Chongyang. Better dreams gradually vicissitudes.

Luhua is paying the lake light debt, and the flat boat is particularly hated.

When the geese flew, after crying, the West Window was established.

The sunset is infinitely good, and the duckweed is infinitely old.

Double buns, a layer of frost.

There are many festivals, so I know that the old man is timid. Ask the acacia, conceive the past, sigh yellow.

"The Supreme Building · Wangxiang"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

The oblique sun is falling, and the landscape is boundless. Feiyan around Linquan.

The breeze does not like the tide, but the smoke loves the garden.

Twilight, people are silent, Xiaohan.

The most bitter is that you can't return. Even more bitter, Tianya becomes tired.

This hope, after years.

The wounds dance before the wind, kneel in front of the mother in the sad dream.

Hate, bitter heart, tears.

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