Tonight, the beauty is carefree. The dice wanders around and is thrown towards the slender fingers.

It seems that I have no worries, as if I am thoughtful. I am thinking and guessing, and I am not sure what is on my mind.

Recalling the night before last in the game, I was talking about tooth chips, gambling and drinking pheasants.

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Qing Dynasty·Song Wan's "Su Mu Zhi Passing the Former Residence of Zhao Duxian in Guangling, Composed by Huaiyou Yizhong Han Xunran"

The Zhuxi Pavilion is the place for singing and playing. At the head of the 24th bridge, there was once a green silk horse.

Sitting on Qiuniang and Ji Ji, a knight-errant and famous lady, drunk by the spring breeze every night.

The boat of filial piety and integrity is the prime minister's first. The string pipe is desolate, the old moss and the red door are closed.

The swallows are new to the king. The carriage is back with great breath, and the tears of the infinite sheep are shed.

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Qing Dynasty·Wu Qi's "Su Mu Zhe's Second Shang Ruoyun"

The little peaches are carefree, and the weeping willows are thin. Watch the setting sun, and you are in ecstasy.

The two wings are on the smallpox. They lie on the rooftop and fall into Liu Lang's plan by mistake.

The sun is long and the sky is long, and spring is easy. Xiaoyu has no worries, and she does not know how to replace others.

There are not many pleats in the skirt, but it is more tied. When the brocade is loose, I recognize the meaning of lovesickness.

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Qing Dynasty·Hang Brocade " Sends Spring"

Green poplar smoke, red apricot rain. The sound of the eaves sliding, dripping to the sad place.

If you want to compose new words, you will be blocked by the intention first. When people are in sorrow, they are afraid of making sad sentences.

Swallows fly together, orioles dance against each other. Such scenery is wasted in an instant.

Thank you for being tied up by Yousi, and I beg Donghuang to save you a little spring.

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“Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad.”

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Qing Dynasty·Yu Shibiao's "Su Mu Zhe Yi"

The clouds are slightly dark, and the grass in the pond is thin. It's just that spring is coming, but it hurts the mood of spring.

The flowers are warm, the days are long, and I feel like I'm drunk. I'm not in a good mood, so I sleep in my clothes all day long.

To this day, when I think about the past, I feel sad both from the north and south of the Yangtze River.

Several winding stems frequently move and lean against each other. The soft intestines are cut off, only in the east wind.

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Qing Dynasty·Yu Shibiao's "Su Mu Zhe Qi Er"

Her arms are light red, her eyebrows are light and dark, and her hair is covered with spring flags. Which of the two is healthy?

Lonely days are long and dreams are short. I lean against the red building, my sleeves are cold and my carvings are warm.

Farewell is deep, poems and thoughts are tired. The wine and fat are left, and the flowers are watered with tears.

The beauty of spring does not come to the small courtyard. Who rolls up the bead curtain and puts in the two flying swallows?

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Qing Dynasty·Xu Can's "Su Mu Zhe Qiu Lao"

The rain is deep, and autumn grows old. There are new flowers in the old garden, so don’t worry about it.

The jade claws penetrate the strings, and the cold material is steep. Only then the southern music is played, and the gusts of wind stir it up.

The sleeves are red and single, and the green screen is small. Cut off the frost, and do not allow the hibiscus to bloom.

The mist of my homeland has faded and dawn has returned. There are still green mountains that surround the river city.

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Qing Dynasty·Zhuang Panzhu "Su Mu Zhe Red Polygonum"

Illuminating the clear stream and clearing the wild paths. Such autumn light can only be found in no-man's land.

Provoking a dragonfly to fly unsteadily. Red waves in the heart, playing with the shadow of the west wind.

The hidden gulls are holding off the water palms. They turn back to the pond, and the fishing boats are hidden at the bottom of the flowers.

At the beginning of the late rain, the river bank is clean. Guests are dreaming of autumn, and the setting sun is brilliant and cold.

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Qing Dynasty·Zou Zhimo's "Su Mu Zhe's Second Reply to Suo Chun"

The magpie stove is warm, the dragon cake is hot. The small box comes sealed, with a pair of silver leaves in it.

Slow fire should burn the word "heart" into a mandarin duck, and the smoke will gather with the wind.

Looking towards the shade of the flower, the lamp shadow goes out. When I untie the scarf, there are still sandalwood chips left.

Xun ordered the incense to be incense but the fragrance was not yet fully absorbed. He sent a message to the Red Mansion, don't let the remaining smoke rest.

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Qing Dynasty·Zhao Wopei's ""

The green window is idle, the red rain is still. I have no choice but to return to spring, and I have no plan to stay in spring.

Swallows are worried about butterfly disease. Fortunately for the east wind, their lives are shortened.

The day is getting longer at the beginning of the day, and the fragrance has gone out. A tree is weeping with poplars, and a swing is shadowed.

The half-rolled Xiang curtain is covered with silver and cold garlic. Outside the building is the green hills, and the people upstairs are worried.

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"There is no plan to stay in spring."

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Song Dynasty·Zhao Wen's "·Green Yangping"

The green fields are flat, the smoke trees are far away, the village is noisy, and the geese return late.

Leaning against the railing can soothe sleepy eyes. A shelf of grapes makes the pond full of green.

When you drink, you will feel sad, and when you sing, you will be lazy. How much leisure you have, but you will find it difficult to amuse yourself.

The dream of returning home is as short as leaving a guest. What's more, the cuckoo cries, how can it not teach people to break their hearts?

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Song Dynasty·Zhao Bi{Wang Xiang}

" (Qiantang summer vacation, recalling old times and beautiful rhymes)"

Far away to face the wind, avoiding the heat. People are like lotus flowers, smiling and talking through the lotus flowers.

Infinite love clouds and rain. The mandarin ducks are frightened away, and the orchid waves are moving.

Make an appointment to visit again, but say goodbye. The wind and moon break over the broken bridge, and the dream breaks through the fluttering travel.

Is the Qiuniang still there in the old days? When the wild geese fail to come, the sound stops at Hengyang Pu.

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"" by Jingduan, Song Dynasty

It is common to encounter famine years. But this year, floods will flood all areas.

My parents are separated and I have no one to love. Fortunately, I hope that the wealthy people can save a strong family man.

The most deplorable thing, how could I bear to see it. The ancient temple and Zen forest were transformed into Beitian Yuan.

Burning incense day and night, praying to the Emperor, and providing emergency services.

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Um...I saw a lot of poems about cultivating immortals again.

Just skip it.

So, the number of words is not enough.
Chapter completed!