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Selected Poems of Liang Yusheng's Novels

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Author: Liang Yusheng Source: This site input click: 1 143 Update time: April 24, 2005.

"Return the Sword", three quatrains

Unfortunately, there are no jewels in my family heirloom, and my sword box and poetry bag are treasured. I hope the world will remain chivalrous and not teach foxes and mice to dare to invade each other.

After hundreds of battles, the wine was still warm, and the frost invaded the temples and turned gloomy. Jin Ge Ma Tie hated it and failed all the clubs in my heart.

After 20 years of crossing the ocean, plum blossoms in the north were left out in the cold. The purse is empty and embroidered with mandarin duck characters, and the green leaves turn into old people's shadows.

The blur, two works by Andy.

The Yangtze River flowed eastward for a long time, and Hu immediately lost his salary. Looking back 60 years, several people in Mobei, south of the Yangtze River are worried.

When I come back from the storm in Zhongzhou, I hope the country will become a tyrant. Have a calm day, just like you.

Huanxisha, Xia Ying, Zong Ping

Every time I feel disappointed when I am independent, the grievances of a case will be rewarded. There are still fragments left in the broken swan goose. Mo Daoping disappeared with the water, but Xia Ying remained in his heart forever. Who conveyed the emotion in this?

Qingpingle in Xia Ying, Zong Ping

Yingying smiled and tried her best. Catch up with the spring in Jiangnan, and the spring is beautiful. It rained heavily last night, but it's sunny today. Sadness with catkins turns into smoke with the wind.

The blur Andy is in Tasha.

I was shocked by the water, looking for a swallow like a nest, remembering seeing each other in Yunshan, exhausted, and there was no one in the cold village. The next day, when people crossed the river, the sound of doubt was forbidden and the clouds turned. Liuhua indifferent, Qingxi empty, full of grievances.

Scattered Women Huanxisha

Wan looked at it. Who is Master Gan Kun? Autumn spared the king a sigh of relief. Since the new words are scattered, let short dreams chase cold gulls. Scatter flowers to relax.

Scattered Women Huanxisha

Xiao Ying's dream of dying in the sun is melancholy. She always remembers the mistakes in her dreams. There must be affection in it! The trees are resisting the wind and snow, and the roses in the south of the Yangtze River are clustered in the morning glow, each heading for the horizon.

Scattered Women Huanxisha

Looking forward to the spring breeze, the spring breeze welcomes the breeze, and the ruthless wind sends the tide back. On the Qiantang River, there is a dim glow. I am like a river with ebb and flow, and you are like a seagull and heron. A bosom friend in life is always a bosom friend.

"Lian Jian Fengyun Record Sword" Linjiang Xian

The memory of poetry, wine, piano and chess will disappear forever, and the years will pass like water. Spring flowers are like dancing skirts, prosperous as dreams, and melancholy with the east wind. People are nearly middle-aged, worried about their temples and empty-minded. Leaning against the fence and looking at the sword like a rainbow, it is difficult to blame yourself for your lofty sentiments and sing about Jiangdong.

"Lian Jian Fengyun recorded the sword", the heart of the mirror of the seven wonders.

But it's like rowing a boat on a blue beach, and it's hard to walk through one beach after another! The coolness is pity, the shock wave penetrates the heart, the waterfall flows in the spring, and the sun shadow is cold!

Guangling Jian Mo Shang Hua

Dreaming of dust and falling stalks, what is there to talk about? Leng Yue near Qinhuai missed the spectrum of Sansheng honeymoon. Life and death are vague words. Don't blame cicadas for leaving the tree. The blow of coldness adds fragrance to asking questions, which will only increase sadness.

Guanglingjian Huanxisha

A phoenix lingyun flies alone, and it is also a time to be gregarious. Only hurt the old couple and want to return home safely? The sword is empty, and the cowherd and the weaver girl are uneven! Tianshan Mountain looks very sad.

White-haired bride, water dragon hidden

The misty peaks on the horizon used to be my hometown. When the kiss xiu comes, the soft dust begins to tread, and Shimen lives in the west. Short hoe flowers, long poems with wine, a few times. Used to crack flutes and blow clouds, sing songs and disperse fog, shake clothes and make thousands of trees. Don't learn new sounds, I'm afraid the words will be laughed at. Pick a bucket and move the stars, startle the sand and fall on the moon, and open a cloud road. Old tour of Pengdao, new territory for staff, flying from the beginning.

White-haired witch Qin

A sword comes from the west, a thousand rocks arch, and shadows are vertical and horizontal. The mirror is not a stage, bodhi is not a tree, and the environment starts from the heart. Can you make it clear? Whether there is magic or not is judged by future generations in the Jianghu. Let's tidy up. Let's talk about heroes and children first and leisure first. The wind and thunder are passionate. The faint frost is charming. Sigh that beautiful women are peerless, never old, century-old commitment, unfaithful alliance. Short hoe flowers, long poem wine and poem wine are always remembered year after year. On the Tianshan Mountains, the dragons and snakes brushed away, and ink splashed in the south of the Yangtze River.

Dual Memories of Jiangnan in bride with white hair

The autumn night is quiet, and the light is left alone. Who knows me, who is ironic, and who sits in MengMeng is a gentleman, so why should I be depressed? The wind rolls the rain, and the rain rolls the heart. My heart seems to want to go with the wind and rain, and the vast sea floats and sinks. No love, no hate.

Three women in the Jianghu, a trip to Tasha.

Gentle as water and beautiful as flowers, a story of a thousand years will be admired by people. According to people, the return of swallows has changed greatly. Catkin is blowing, and spring breeze is blowing in your face. Don't write Wen Jun's resentment on your words. Jiangnan is generally like the Great Wall, and Yuanyang is deep in the blue waves.

Sentences of predecessors in Kuan Ji by Huan Shashen, "Three Women in Jianghu"

Who knows that the fall is not pitiful, and the golden stove breaks the fragrance of Xiao Zhuan, where is life as before? See and rest, like a dream. Although it is as close as the sky when sitting, how many ileums can there be when it is broken?

"Three Women in the Jianghu"-Calyx Red and Shen Zaikuan

Deep in the dream, take the Wan Li Road to cross the mountains and find the old days. The trees are old and barren, with deep moss and reeds. I used to be worried. Only now, Fei Hung-chien has passed away, and how many clear autumns have passed in the New Year? The East China Sea is full of tides and the summer peaks are green, all by gazing at each other. Looking back on a strange hometown, we stayed in residual leakage for a few days and went to the West Building with * * *. After Ban Gu's book is finished, he is like a gift, and he is free to recruit herons and gulls. I asked when I would return, and I was drunk with white clouds floating in Longshan. Just why did Fang Ju Lan Xiu stay at the end of the world for a long time?

Three women in the Jianghu Bodhisattva

Who can speak his mind with a sword, wandering in the rivers and lakes, and pity the three daughters? Playing the index for the New Year, the Chinese New Year dream is like smoke. It's cold, lonely and empty in the distance. Stepping all over the branches, Gu Hong flew alone.

Seven Swords Down the Tianshan Mountains, by Klang Ganzhou Yang

Ten years in the legendary swordsman, I was an empty plan. I have a vague feeling about bronze camel lane, and I have been thinking for a long time. The wine wakes up the poetry and dreams, and the south is clear in autumn. Looking at the sword sadly, there is nowhere to return to the ship. There is still a long way to go tomorrow. Who will guard Chu Pei and make a map of Zhongzhou? Count heroic children and worry about the past and the present. I finally got rid of the lamp, but it was a flash in the pan. I finally rested, I finally got used to falling, and I finally buried the barren hills.

"Seven Swords Down the Tianshan Mountains" Basheng Ganzhou Mao Huan Lotus

The saddest bonfire burns the border town, and the country hates it. Listening to people crying and playing with Hu Jia in the evening should be tired of talking. The sword Tianshan mountains come and go, and the wind and rain are used to it. May the vicissitudes of life count the cold stars. Who can solve this hatred, don't send it away. Don't continue the old dream of Beijing, please look at the yellow sand and white grass-the blood is still turbid. Jing Hong swept the water, and the waves were silent. Not to mention, it is difficult to shed tears after the crimson beads are moved, and where to hold the solitary stems. Take care, Joan building comes and goes, and it's as empty as a clam.

"Seven Swords Down the Tianshan Mountains" Huanxisha

I'm used to being mixed up in Jianghu. Let's talk about grievances from the beginning. Love and hate are always hard to stop. The sea of clouds is vast, and the Tianshan Mountain is firm and gentle. Emei will never be full of troubles.

Ice cold light sword: a crimson lip

Jade sword playing with ice is an adventure. Snow lotus honeymoon; Leng Xiang flew into the poem. Even if there is Mount Everest, it is difficult to separate Liulang Road. Yun Shenchu wants to live in a glacier with Yin Xie.

Ice cold light sword: a crimson lip

When we met unexpectedly, this was Qin Xin's first promise. One world, however, when China has our friendship. Mount Everest in the mediastinum is difficult to walk the next day. The meaning of the book means that it is blown to Lang by the wind.

Cold Sword of Bingling is the first film of colorful plumage.

The immortals in bingguo are all heat-resistant. The food is fragrant and crumbs appear. Wan Li flies in the air, willing to lean on the lotus leaf, and Ying Ying steps on the bright moon. Sad as pity, as light as Yao que Where are people? Recalling Iraq's ignorance, I kind of love it.

"Glacier Sword" 100 words Tang Xiaolan

A tired couple is floating in the sky, which is a vast sea of people. Do friends know? The sword box is accompanied by a poem bag, breaking through the evening breeze and morning dew, whistling through the clouds, singing and dispersing the fog, and lonely geese come and go! The gull club swallowed it, and the snow and mud were useless. Yunshan dreams of fans leaving, Ru Yan seeks the nest, and the curtain is covered. This is a heartbreaking sentence, but who is the message? Banana and paulownia embrace each other alone, and the clothes look at the horizon. Miss Su E, when will the Wizard of Oz meet again?

Glacier Sword, Four Wonders and Two Jin Shiyi Poems.

Not grateful for a lifetime, Everest thoughtfully examines itself. This body is just an old man who has failed all the hearts of Chang 'e.

The eyes of the world are used to it, so what if you stay for a lifetime. Want to climb Mount Everest and fill the East China Sea with stars.

Jade bow in the sea of clouds, dripping gold

On a sunny day in March, the warbler whispered, who is happy? I watched the vast grasslands in the north of Saibei and admired the sons of the Five Mausoleums in the south of Shen Zui. Do you remember being crazy like a beggar? Where is the doubt that Lingyun dimly discernible sea condenses light? Let's listen to the roar of Wu cheng again and sing the jade bow side again.

Glacier sword washing. Zoysia japonica

The worm angle is floating. Several years passed, there were traces of cars, dust and the horizon was broken. The weeping of western Western jackdaw in Zhong Qing is not over yet, so it is hard to mourn this situation. Even more, there is an old companion in the secluded boudoir. Don't hate each other when you die, and the dream is shocking, which is still like smelling a low call. Clear tears, beside the pillow. Deep feelings, long-standing grievances. The fate of this life is illusory. Playing the sword and singing wildly is dangerous, and the sea of clouds is far away. Pull the glacier to wash the dust. The past goes with the flow, and later generations deserve it. Be careful and warm.

Muye meteor Huanxisha

The earth is resistant to floating fire and wind and frost for three generations. The heroism of young people is arbitrary. Kill soldiers with halberds, sing konoha leaves and watch meteors in the river. What is unforgettable is brotherhood.

Muye meteor sees Jiangnan

In a strange land, Lin is a strange mountain peak. Ten thousand people are amazing, and thousands of rocks are amazing. People are drawing.

The legend of Langtaosha fortress

The country is vast, and poetry and wine are pretentious. Looking west in Chang 'an, it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I'm full of gratitude and hatred. Worried about eyebrows. Where can I find beautiful women? The golden floor is full of songs There are waves under the sad sword, and naturally love lasts forever. Heaven and earth.

"Long Feng Bao Chai" killed Hua Lian.

Marriage in troubled times is blocked, and water is far from sending acacia words. Baochai looks gloomy. Who will protect her? I have traveled all over the world these years, and I am chivalrous and tender, and I want to spit on Iraqis. I like the east wind blowing dark rain, and the oblique wind on the moon will cover the mandarin ducks.

Longfeng Chengbao Huanxisha

I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals. Don't allow bonfires to change my life. Hosta reunited with the mirror. I am willing to look forward to the rivers and lakes and explore new horizons from the ranger. Don't lose this wonderful marriage.

The Legend of the Empress, two poems by Sun Bi, the eldest son of the Seven Wonders.

Ten years' dream awakens lovesickness and tears, and the west wind and sea sand in Wan Li. The same fate, poor life, where is my home in the end of the world.

I would like to leave my blood and dust behind and entrust my last words to my old friends. We should remember the hatred of Li Lang family and let him enjoy the snowy mountains and spring.

Long Hudou Jinhua Tasha Tour

Weak duckweed floats, lotus leaves gather, who can complain about thirty years' worries? The sword, the knife, the shadow and the candle shake red, and the Zen mind is not allowed to touch the mud! Crimson grass condenses beads, epiphyllum separates fog, and there are many children in the rivers and lakes. Looking back, I can't help but feel grateful. It's dusk in the dragon's Beijing.

Wandering sword Jianghu Huanxisha

The skillful hands are famous for their empty fists, and the official accounts are vertical and horizontal. Alone, I prefer to go to Hushan. How insidious it is to treat him as a guest without understanding people's hearts. God is afraid to peep at the secret.

The five wonders of Madman and the Witch of Tianjiao

Looking up and laughing outside, Hu Hai scholar. But if you know crazy singers, why do you ask their names?

"Madman, Tianjiao Witch", Four Wonders

Playing sword and singing wildly over Jizhou, throwing red beans leisurely in the air. Where is the man of mountains and rivers? Chivalrous and soft-hearted, always makes you worry.

Duan, a five-character ancient poem, a biography of a ranger in the Tang Dynasty

If the sword wants to be drawn, it will break its head. Is it a small complaint, stabbing the enemy in the middle of the night? It can break people's hearts, but it can't make them soft!

"Sword Net Dust Silk", Seven Wonders

The strength of ups and downs is not tight, and the world network only pities itself. Who knows that ancient and modern times are illusory, and the south bank of the Great Huainan lingers.