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"If life were only like the first time we met."

Chapter 34 Painting Fan

"I Exchange Life with You"

Dabaixin pig pig

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Flying over the eaves and walking over the wall..

(Original text) Nuan Nuan nodded and jumped up to the courtyard wall. After looking around and seeing no one around, he jumped outside the courtyard.

"The art of nibbling old age"

Emperor Jiuyan

Chapter 187: The past!

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Ahem, I wrote my life directly into the novel...

"The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky."

(Original text) Now the new story has been updated for more than a month, but in her cloud bookstore, apart from her and two friends who will run the bookstore together in the future, there is still only A Yin, a er who gained from the essays, but she also does not

Don't be discouraged, because she knew from the beginning that this would be a long and difficult road.

"The Abandoned Son of Time"

Mu Yuxian

Chapter 174 The story continues

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Today’s ancient poetry.

Song Dynasty·Xu Fu's "Businessman: Born with Hundreds of Sorrows"

Hundreds of sorrows are born, hanging on the trees in the setting sun. The shade of green leaves dominates the spring, and the grass is full of orioles.

No dusty steps can be seen. The empty memory is like a whisper. There are many willows outside and mountains and mountains, constantly covering them, and worrying about the way forward.

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Ming Dynasty·Tang Yunji's "Huanxi Sha·Yanling Hatchlings in the Sky and the Sun is Growing"

The sun is long in the sky, and the remaining rain reflects the setting sun. The cormorants are drying their wings and are covered with fish beams.

The north door is surrounded by durian leaves and flowers, and the bamboo shoots sprout from the east wall. I sit alone in the small courtyard, wearing lazy clothes.

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Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man·The Wind is Soft, the Sun is Fading, and Spring is Still Early"

The wind is soft, the sun is thin, and spring is still early. I feel good when I put on my shirt. I feel slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms are still on my temples.

Where is my hometown? I forget it unless I'm drunk. I burn when I'm lying in the water, but the fragrance is gone and the wine is not gone.

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Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Nine Days Second Rhyme Wang Gong"

I'm drunk and want to sleep, please give it up and teach me to go to Qingzhou.

Spare me three thousand feet of frost on my temples, and lose you a hundred feet in poetry and rhythm.

I heard that Langjun closed the East Pavilion and allowed me to go up to the South Tower.

Don't rush back when we meet again. Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will be worried.

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Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's "Drinking with a Stranger in the Mountains"

The two drank together, one cup after another.

I'm drunk and want to sleep, please go away. I want to bring Qin to you tomorrow morning.

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Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda's "Moon in the Qin Lou·Gathering of Floating Clouds"

Floating clouds gather. Light thunder faintly awakens the stings. The first awakening stings. The geese and doves roar in anger, the green poplar trees are blown by the wind.

The smoke from the jade furnace is heavy and fragrant. The walls are thick with apricots and swallow branches. The swallow branches are wet. Where the flowers are missing, there are people standing in the painted buildings.

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The Five Dynasties·Li Yu "Xie Xin'en·The Ran Ran Qiu Guang Can't Retain"

The slow autumn light cannot be held back, and the red leaves are all over the stairs at dusk. It is the Double Ninth Festival again, and the fragrance of dogwood falls from the place where the pavilion is climbed.

Purple chrysanthemum air floats in the courtyard, and mist drizzles in the evening. The sound of wild geese swallowing cold sounds in Yongyong, Yongxin, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year.

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Song Dynasty Lu Zugao's "Magnolia Slowly Farewell to the Two Poetic Monks at West Lake"

The tender cold urges the guests to drink wine and return with poems. The red leaves are all over the mountains and the clear springs are washing the stones. How much hope is there. Saying goodbye at the bridge of Sansheng River, I am saddened by the pomegranates and green clouds. It is not like today's drunken dream, the emperor

The city is illuminated several times.

Hongfei. The smoke and water are thick and clear. When you look back, only you know. I remember the egrets in the Wujiang River, and the cranes in the solitary mountain complain about each other. Things are still the same. When I wake up from a dream on the peak, the clouds rise, and it is thin singing. I remember you at the bottom of the window. When will I still find you?
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