# Gate时光穿梭机 66666666

Drums and gongs resound in the streets, orchid lanterns fill the markets, and the bright moon shines on the strict city for the first time. The night view of Qingdu's vermilion palace and lofty gates, the wind carries silver arrows, and the dew wets the golden stems. The lanes criss-cross. Passing by the Pingkang with a relaxed rein, listening to the singing. The phoenix candles flicker. Someone's house, the fragrant screen is not yet closed.
In the Luo Qi Cong, recognize the vague old days, elegant and light. The tender waves are gorgeous, the clever smile is still there, and there is a deli

Water country Yunxiang, ice soul snow soul, new spring comes in the morning. Not afraid, the Tianxuan Peak butterfly, the flute turns into Qiangman. A tree hanging clouds like a painting, fragrant dimly, white shallow red class. Outside the east wind, fresh snow and moon, free and easy brook mountain.
It should be Fei Qiong playing with jade, heaven does not care, exiled to the world year after year. Occupying the fragrance, washing away the lead, all the red leaves are withered. How much smoke, sorrow, and rain hatred, empty and distant, the meaning is far and the mood is leisurely. No one se

Seeking a sentence like Dongye. Thinking of Qiantang, a romantic hermit, under the Narcissus Temple. Hiding in the small lonely waves, looking at the broken Penglang wanting to marry. It is a color, misty and hard to paint. Who can understand the dream of swallowing clouds in the chest, try calling for grass essays to see Sima. You must write more, in Shanglin.
The old fishing and woodcutting society of chickens and pigs. Ask the teacher, bring the spring tide of the lake, when will you return. Love the 30,000 acres of glass. Lie in the water pavilion, smoke and pavilion. To the jade pagoda, t

The powder marks lightly, and the Xiechi is full of jade, with warm waves and warm glass. Seeing the beautiful fragrance, the dust is dark and the spring is on the shore. The musk is soft, the cloud face is faint, and the sun is cold and shallow. The courtyard is quiet, in the sound of the quiet pipe, all feelings arise, and the worries have accompanied the Qiongyan.
The south branch of the spring is still dark, but it has to be restrained at that time. The day is always chaotic, colorful and admired, reflecting the light face. The fragrant wine wakes up, and there is a good wish every year.

Because there are many guests who appreciate the golden lotus. Among them is Sun Yanli, who is skilled at playing the flute. He spontaneously writes lyrics and composes music, without adding any punctuation.
The rainbow breaks after the rain, the clear autumn sky, and the mountains are dyed with new green eyebrows. The shadows of the osmanthus trees are sparse, who will say that tonight's clear radiance is not enough. The blue sky stretches for thousands of miles, where is the moon goddess, driving this jade wheel. The cold light is scattered, for whom does it shine on the turbid and muddy wat

After the dream, the pavilion is locked up high, and the curtain is lowered when the wine wakes up. Last spring's sorrow has come again. The falling flowers leave a person standing alone, with drizzling rain and swallows flying in pairs.
I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, with the word 'love' embroidered on the double-layered robe. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, once shining on the colorful clouds as they returned.

The cold cicadas are sad, facing the long pavilion in the evening, the sudden rain has just stopped.
The gate account drinks without a clue, lingering in place, the orchid boat urges to set sail.
Hand in hand, tears in our eyes, we are speechless.
Thinking back, a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the hazy dusk stretches across the vast Chu sky.
The feeling of parting has always been heartbreaking, especially during the lonely and desolate autumn festival!
Where am I sober tonight? Willow bank, dawn breeze, lingering moon.
This time has passed, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Eve

The great river flows eastward, sweeping away all waves, leaving behind the heroes of all ages.
To the west of the old fortress, it's said, lies the Red Cliffs where Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms made his mark.
The chaotic stones pierce the sky, the waves crash against the shore, and roll up a k pile of snow.
The scenery is picturesque, with many heroes for a while.
Thinking back to the time when Gongjin was alive, Xiaoqiao had just gotten married, he was in his prime with a handsome and impressive appearance.
Feather fan, silk turban, chatting and laughing, the mast and oar disappear in a fla

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of Bingchen year, after drinking to our heart's content until dawn, I wrote this poem, also with feelings for Ziyou.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the blue sky.
I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it tonight.
I want to ride the wind and go back, but I'm afraid of the cold in the high place of the magnificent palace.
Dancing with one's shadow is better than living in the human world.
Turn to the vermilion pavilion, the low and gorgeous door, shining through the sleepless night.
There should be no hatred. Why should things be round wh

With anger raging and hat flying off, I lean on the railing as the drizzling rain stops. Looking up, I raise my eyes and howl at the sky, feeling passionate and intense. Thirty years of glorious achievements have turned into dust and dirt, while eight thousand miles of journey are accompanied by clouds and moon. Don't wait until it's too late, when youth has faded away, and only sorrow remains.
Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and

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