Wow, this word sign is so neat.

It's like Tang poetry.

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Song Dynasty·Fan Zhongyan's "·Nostalgia"

The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green with cold smoke.

The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky connects the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

The soul of a darkened country is chasing my thoughts on my journey, unless I have good dreams every night.

I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.

(Leave people to sleep: Leave people to get drunk)

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Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan's "·Liao Agarwood"

The agarwood burns to relieve the summer heat. The birds call out the clear sky and whisper on the eaves at dawn.

On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts each leaf.

My hometown is far away, when will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang'an for a long time.

In May, do you remember each other as a fisherman? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.

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Song Dynasty·Yang Zemin's ""

The sun is sunny, but the wind is hot. In the middle of the curtain, purple swallows are whispering.

Young bamboos and new lotuses are bathed in the rain for the first time. There is a quiet pavilion with curved sills and bright windows on all sides.

Summer is coming and spring is gone again. I don’t want to be granted the title of marquis, but I am afraid of being a detainee.

Is the old friend on the stream okay? I want to sing the song of water chestnuts, so I throw my boat and return to Nanpu.

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Ziyan.

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Qing Dynasty·Wu Hufan's "'s Qingzhen Rhyme of the Second Zhou Dynasty"

The face is frowned and the waist is small. Say goodbye lightly and leave with less regret.

Every time I hate the east wind, there are so many unexpected things. I condense on my clothes and say silently that I will return early.

There are scattered flowers and silk willows. Across the road, I look forward to the arrival of the fishermen.

Fish and geese have nothing to rely on. They relive their sweet dreams, but they are also afraid of the dawn.

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Qing Dynasty·Wu Zao's ""

Qulangan, deep courtyard. Spring still comes, spring still comes and goes.

A piece of residual red has nowhere to go. Green is everywhere, and trees are green everywhere.

Willow flowers are flying, and duckweed leaves are gathering. When the plums are yellow, it rains when the plums are yellow.

Xiaoling's poems when he turned over fragrances were too fluffy. Every sentence was sad, and every sentence was sad.

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"" by Zhou Zizhi in the Song Dynasty

Beside the water, where the mountains end. I call for the clouds to come and live with me on the top of the mountain.

We share the wind and rain of the river. The courtyard is full of hibiscus, and we can even listen to the red dance.

Take advantage of the frost and clear weather and walk alone. There is a plum tree in Yancun there.

The path went diagonally back and forth. After getting drunk, I realized that there was a Qingyun Road.

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"The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone."

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Song Dynasty Su Shi's " (Selected Pictures of Immortals)"

The sun shines brightly in the summer, and the wind relieves the coldness. After the rain, the clearness lingers, and the clothes are moistened secretly.

In a game, I choose an immortal to escape the summer heat. I smile and point my finger in front of you, who is approaching the blue sky.

There are gold pots, jade bamboo shoots, and phoenixes driving luan chariots. Who dares to compete for the lead?

Chongwuxiuyan is the tightest. Even if there is green oil, it reaches the Shutang seal.

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Song Dynasty·Zhang Xian's " (Banshe Diao)"

Liu Feimian has few flowers. The sound of the carved plate is clear and has a light Jiangnan tone.

In the setting sun, the two poles are left green. The horse's feet are heavy, and it is close to Qingmen Road.

The dust is gone and the people have dispersed. Looking back at the flag pavilion, the red clothes gradually become smaller.

Don't be surprised that An Ren's hair turns gray early. If God has feelings, he will eventually grow old.

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"There are few willow trees blowing on the branches."

Hahahahahahaha.

Laughing like crazy.

When searching the box, I found a question from a netizen.

【Help!!! Does anyone know about Zhang Xian's ""?

What does "□" mean?】

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Two answers.

One said, "This character is probably missing and has not been circulated, so I don't know what the character is."

Another saying: Missing the word "wave".

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Indeed it is.

Just talk about why there are so many boxes.

I was thinking that some of them might have been filled in by future generations.

(The work was lost during the circulation process.

In some cases, it’s not even possible to identify the author.)

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Five Dynasties·Yuan Sigu's " Dispatches Himself"

The small building is quiet, with three winding paths. There is no one in the deep courtyard, so I am afraid of damaging the moss-marked green.

As I am, I have no intention of honor or disgrace. I am proud and divided, and I do not follow the common customs.

I am an old man who is poor and has no embarrassment. I know what I want in my life, and I have an ounce of grain left.

I can be self-sufficient even if I am down and out. I hug my knees and chant a lot, and I cut the candle from the west window at night.

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"You should take pity on the moss that marks the teeth of your clogs."

"The moss marks are green on the upper level."

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Qing Dynasty·Dong Yuankai

" was tired of reading, and at night his maid came to have a new tea, and Wang Jingmeiyun gave it to him for his play."

The leaking sound is muted, and the banana rain is shattered. The lamp on the half-couch is illuminating, and Jiang Lang sleeps.

Two pairs of servant girls are trying to understand the meaning. The spring is ringing with the pines and the wind is blowing, and the candles are cut to add to the sinking water.

Exhibit the porcelain pot and pour out the jade wine. I'm afraid that when I come to court, Xiaomeng Ying will wake up.

Who can compare to this feeling? Love is better than the first taste, so you can taste the taste of spring.
To be continued...