After randomly sharing ancient poems and essays, I don’t know how to start the title.

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I watched a movie related to rain.

Pretend it was raining outside the window, as peaceful as a dream.

"The light rain on the sky street is as moist as soft as a soft place."

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Typo... "Upper limit".

After looking at the event post instructions, there were still various typos.

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He Shuangqing of the Qing Dynasty "Remembrance of the Flute Blowing on the Phoenix Platform·Cuncunwei Clouds"

In a slight cloud, a trace of lingering lights, ignorance is hard to disappear. The soul is broken, and it is shining and shaking. Looking at the mountains, rivers, people go, and they are faintly far away. From now on, it is sour and sour, just like tonight.

Qingyao. I don’t respond to the sky, and I look at the little twins. I’m bored. Who sees who sees me, who is so sad about the flowers? Who is happy, stealing plain powder, writing and describing? Who cares, every generation, every night, every day.

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Li Shangyin's "Li Si" in the Tang Dynasty

The stream dances in front of you, and the sad songs are singing in the middle of the night.

The clouds in the gorge cannot be found, but what is the water in the ditch?

The geese passed on the letters of the north and the bamboos of Hunan are full of tears.

There is no way to see the color, and I still support myself in the microwave.

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Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Dingyang" in the Song Dynasty

Once the hardships come, the stars around you fell.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is floating and the rain is blowing.

I was afraid of the beach and sighed in the ocean.

Who has never died in life since ancient times? Leave a loyal heart to shine in history.

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"Actually written by Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty"

The southern province is drunk like wine in the heat, and sleeps in a few days and opens the northern wall.

On the afternoon of the day, I felt the only sound without any remaining sound, and the mountain boy beats the tea mortar through the bamboo.

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Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty "Nan Tower Order: Ancient Trees Facing People's Autumn"

The ancient trees are facing people in autumn, and their hair is shivering. It is Double Ninth Festival, where can I feel sad? I remember the melancholy things back then, and the wind and rain, and I went down to the south building.

The dream can be kept, and the fragrant soul will stop crying. The strange cold toad is full of quilts and leaves. The frost falls and the birds are singing and sleeping, but they think of it, the old romantic.

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Pre-Qin ·Anonymous "Silk Clothes"

The silk clothes are covered with silk, and the robes are carried. The foundation is raised by the hall, the sheep is raised by the cattle, the cauldron, the cauldron, the lily beaks, and the lily beaks are drunk. The wine is meant to be gentle. If it is not Wu or Ao, Hu Kao will be rested.

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Bao Zhao's "Wandering in the West Gate of the Moon City"

I started to leave the southwest building, as slender as a jade hook.

At the end, it reflects the northeastern wall, and it is like a beautiful eyebrow.

The eyebrows cover the beads and the jade hooks block the window.

At 35, 28, 300 miles away, I am with you.

The night moves Heng Han falls, wandering in the curtains.

Returning to Hua first, I will dew, and parting with Ye early to leave the wind.

Guests are tired of hardships, while officials are tired of dust.

The rest will be held on the public day, and the banquet will be comforted and private festivals.

The Shu zither draws white snow, and the Ying qi turns into spring.

The food is dried and the wine is not over yet, and the golden pot is coming to an end.

Go back to the light cover and stay at the light cover, leaving a drink to your lover.

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Zhao Qi of the Song Dynasty "Thanks to the Emperor's Gratitude·Riding on the World"

Riding a horse and walking on the world, Chang'an is here again, and the faces of people are still like flowers. The old love has only been revealed, but they are divided by new sorrows. Before the dream of clouds and rain, Wushan is dawn.

Thousands of miles of heartbreak, the ancient road of Guanshan Mountain, looking back at the high city is like the sky. Full of separation and hatred, I give it to fallen flowers and birds. Where is the old friend? Youthful and old.

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Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "The Living in Guangling and the Second Nan Guo Youju"

Green water connects to the wood door, like a peach blossom land.

Forget about worries or fake grass, the yard is full of convoys.

The dark lake comes up and the light rain flies to the Nanxuan.

The old friend stays in the forks, and the birds live in the poplar garden in the evening.

I also cherish the farewell of poetry and wine, and I deeply talk about the rivers and seas.

In the Guangling Road of the Ming Dynasty, I remember this wine alone.

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Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty "Looking at the Sea Tide·Southeast Victory"

The southeast is beautiful, the three Wushu metropolis, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. The smoke and willows painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, and the 100,000 houses are uneven. The clouds and trees surround the embankment and sand, the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is full of pearls and gems, the houses are full of silk and silk, and the competition is luxurious.

The lake is filled with clear and graceful scenery, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. Qiang pipes are sunny, and the diamonds are singing at night, playing with fishing for the old and lotus children. Thousands of riders are holding high teeth, listening to the flute and drum, singing and enjoying the mist and clouds. The pictures of the future will be beautiful, and I will return to the phoenix pond to praise it.

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Han Wei of the Tang Dynasty "Ancient Capital"

Therefore, the capital thinks of the lush grass, and God is confused by his deep doubts.

The geese at the fortress have already invaded the pond and stayed in the palace crow, and the crows are still in love with the girl's wall.

The martyrs from all over the world hang tears in the sky, and the strong souls on the ground will surely eat the navel.

After covering his nose and making plans, Feng Huan had no way to learn how to crow the chicken.

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Li Bai's "Battle of White Horse" in the Tang Dynasty

The general set off a white horse and conquered the Yellow River.

The flute drums roar the mountains and rivers, and the waves surging in the sea.

Wu'an has a shaking tiles, and there is no cold song in the water.

The iron cavalry is like a snowy mountain, and the drinking flows dry up Hutuo.

Raise the soldiers and hunt the moon cave, turn toward the strategy.

Leaning on the sword, climbing the Yanran, the beacons beside it are rugged.

There are many farming areas in the depression thousands of miles away.

After clearing the desert, the tiger will beat the golden sword.

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A white horse is not a horse...

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Deyin's "New Autumn Evening View" in the Qing Dynasty

It is cooler in the mountains at night, and the breeze is strong in autumn.

Looking at the four or five peaks from afar, the walls are all amazing.

The bamboos bloom beside the forest, and the pine trees lean against the rocks.
To be continued...