【East Zhejiang Famous Master】 Zhang Huibu · Summer Sideline Words

Zhang Huibu, the net name of the pastoral shepherd; the Yue people, lived in the upper Yu; love poetry, Yunfan poet friend will consult.

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vineyard

Irina Agate, 云 Zi Zai Yunyun Jiao. What is the residue of the corner of the mouth? The water water is cool and low.

Yuzhu took the year, and laughed at the guests. Remember the Junjia Xiaoyuan, and come back to Huai.

farmhouse

Zihua covers the house, Yiyun floats bamboo. The stove fire farm bass is cooked, and the wine is returning to the heart.

The pomegranate has been on the fence, causing the boy to extend the pole. With a smile, Sun was scattered, and the cicada sound was still with Aoyama.

Night tour

Yuanfeng Qing was connected, ten miles long embankment. Half -hective Liuliping wind stickers, crescent moon yang stacked.

The bottom of the puppet is fragrant, and the shadow is also a god of swimming. Who is lonely? Acacia urges his heart.

Lying thought

Sweeping the clouds and blowing, thousands of miles of blue. The number of lying thoughts was thousands of feet, and the fireflies flew to clean up.

Hibiscus shaped Pantan, and good wind knew it. Yueyue's dream of life, Qinghui listened to me.

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After a nap

In the summer, the sycamore, the south window is dragged on the ground, the sound of the sound of sound, it is easy to gather the original.

Dreaming frowned, with frustration. The business news was linked to the bottom of the pillow, and the cicada board sounded.

Walking in the lotus pond at night

Rain full of ponds, Tiantian lotus leaf Lingbo step. A few times, where the red pipe knows.

When you reach the flowers, you are shameful. People are stirring, frogs are rang, and old moon explores a new road.

Night rain in the courtyard

Green to the eaves, the beacon under the bead curtain. Liu Siying, freehand painting.

Forget Huadian, mention the pen. The grape rack, floating clouds hanging again, stringing the wind and cool words.

Xijiang Moon Summer Chapter Three Chapters

one

The shade of the tree is left with a guest, and the fishing boat is obliquely located. The winter flowers fell to the boiled tea, and invited the lotus wind to share.

A wall hanging Yunlin, the windows of the winding mirror. In the depths of ， 游, swimming duck lingering and singing.

two

Bamboo diameter welcomes flowers dogs, and ponds are broken golden waves. The wind shakes the green vine, lying on the side of the cold couch.

Qian Meng first threw a fan, and slowly paid poetry. One pole fishing line disappeared, and the kingfisher pushed.

three

Dark Rose Courtyard Corporal Corporal Corporation is still crescent. The late cicada is half -the wind, who can understand who is broken.

The mirror is white and frost, and the green basin jasmine is strong. The old Wufeng was wrong in front of the needle, referring to the dream of the year.

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one

The light boat, eliminating the summer, the village shop diagonal curtain, floating on the Yang Yang Road. It looks like a duckweed place, and the paddles have no reason.

The Tai Niang Bridge, Tianjin Du, looking at the vastness, there are countless leaves. There is a peng house to rest, a piece of love, chewing lotus heart.

two

浦 Hua Ting, Ping Yepu, met in the middle of the night, Lin Yuezheng. Laughing and low -eyed words, infinite style, turned into a disc.

Qu Chenfei, Lan Yan raised, green shadow, always made the flow of years wrong. Yun Sanzun came in a detailed language. When he was in the autumn, he paid the rain with Tangqian.

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Wind lotus

The flowers were shaken, and the waves were shallow, afraid of the shadow, and the incense sighed with the wind. The dragonfly secretly took advantage of the flowers to steal the white body.

The eyebrows were frown, the clouds stacked rolled, how could it be caught, and the sleeping gull was resentful. If you want to spread Cui Gai lightly, the waist is tired.

Raining lotus

Slowly tapping his heart is still lazy, took the drizzle, and flies.守 看 看, stealing the curtain halfway.

The love is not old, the fragrance is scattered, and the good times and the dust are nostalgic. Quiet thoughts but flipped frequently, and said shamefully.

Day lotus

Several layers of lotus leaf supported the umbrella, under the green shadow, light red. The wave light still covered the face, and anyone who laughed was looking forward to it.

The clothes are thin, and the grievances do not care about it, just facing, swim the fish pastime. Said loneliness oblique sun shore, listen to the sound of cicadas.

Night lotus

It attracted Xingyue Fiber to silk, like a jade cup, cool and full. Who watched Xianzi swaying, a song of love.

Hugh is lonely, Liu Feng is accompanied by, let the green rhyme, diligent poetry. How can you have the hearts and scattered, and the words are very short and short.

Drooling

In the shore of the jade hook, this is the same, and the feelings are chaotic. Liu Ying finger Luffy slowly, and the rest was misunderstood.

Looking away, frowning and hate, the moonlight was cold, and the feelings were warm. Xinmeng lived up to the Lotus Lotus, and the speechless pavilion was far away.

The humor of the storm · summer

one

Several buzzing disturbing Dream Township, Hydravano Yin to the bed. Pu Fan patted his heart like iron, windy moon. Mosquito thunder must not be chaotic.

Drunk eyes are hazy, and it is difficult to go. The dull flower laughed at the people. The lone butterfly hovered the ropes, self -funding. The grass tip teases the late wind.

two

Want to put the idleness into the sound of rain, and the blue umbrella on the alley returned at night. The stagnant water splashed to the BMW, and was a little afraid. Kuang Huai disappointed the old scholar.

Wake up the clothes and know cold. Who is greeted by the curtain. Find the swaying swaying, blowing away. Popular window gardenia is clear.

three

Who knows sadness and water songs, what about the big words. Black soil voltage is close to three years, fighting for letter. Linzhi lived up to the mountains and rivers.

The short time died in the east, the layman. Mo Mo noise to provoke the storm. Listening to songs in the weeping willow wind, accompanied by each other. Send the old Yiyuyu.

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