As a guest, I am homesick. Temporarily close your tears and think of the flowers in five tombs.

The road expedition car is full of troubles, and the mountain belongs to Jiange. Spring scenery should not be recorded when you often arrive in Japan.

Volume 270_8 1 Winter Banquet Liang Shi Santang Rongyu

An old friend can love guests and hold a candle to meet me. Family members are tired for friends, but their hearts are tired.

Wax wine is sold at night, and the robe is heavily frosted. Drunk under the west window, wild geese sing high.

Volume 270_82 Xiangyang city more than two glory.

Many stations have been badly repaired by the rain, and the vegetation in the north of Xianshan is low and gloomy.

Before the black hair, the army fought all night and successfully entered Xiangzhou.

The 5th Battalion will hold first frost, and hundreds of zombies will fill the river.

Come back at dusk to see the blood of the sword. The general hates killing many people.

Volume 270 _83 Out of Rongyu

Dragons flew between the beasts with flags, and at first they turned over like snow.

A team of 3000 China soldiers, full of cavalry.

Volume 270 _84 and planted in

All the weak abandon, only the gentleman grows it himself. Frost on bamboo, wax plum before fragrance.

To rely on lingyun potential, we must rely on the introduction of materials. It's a pity to clear the yin, but the yellow bird flies.

Volume 270 _85 Send a prostitute to Lingling (send a prostitute to).

The jade skirt of zhenxiang moth is pretending to hide tears.

Yin Qinzheng is willing to be king, while Mo Xiangyang dreams of being king.

Volume 270_86 Lotus Picking Song and Two Rongyu Songs

Although you listen to the song of picking lotus, you know the heart of picking lotus. I love the flowers in the distance, but I'm worried about the waves coming back to the ship.

The smoke is extremely dark, and the sunset in Jiangyin is half. Companions are pity for silence, watching makeup fall into Hosta.

Chaoyang's daughter is full of flowers, just like Pan Mulan's boat.

I won't stop singing soul songs in Nanhu Lake at dusk in autumn wind.

Volume 270 _87 Rongyu

Hu Feng burned the mountain slightly, but Ye Gucheng did not send him to Xiaguan.

The beacon tower on the mountain called, knowing that the general was hunting at night.

Volume 270 _88 Lonely Master Rong Yu

The secular dust floats and pollutes the Zen Pass, and the centenarian is physically and mentally idle for a few days.

A peaceful life with vegetation, four times without a battalion commander.

Volume 270_89 Guangxi slogan Rongyu

Painting a corner moves three times, and the frost covers the bottom of the river like snow.

Who knows that the warm scenery in Guilin is more important than soap, mink and fur.

Volume 270 _90 Red Furong Rongyu

Flowers are dark red and leaves are dusty, and peaches and plums do not compete for spring.

I feel sorry for my guests today. I'm here to give them to young people.

Volume 270 _9 1 Crying for Guizhou doctor Xue Rongyu

In that year, Yaxiang was full of barbarians, and everything on the official career was in turmoil.

Who cries outside Yelang? Yesterday was quiet.

Volume 270 _92 Rongyu in Spring

See flowers, tears, spring, soul only hate spring.

Fame is not moved by the desire for old age, and poetry books would rather save the immediate poverty.

Volume 270_93 On the way to Li Er (Li Yi) Rong Yu.

Willow smoke contains spring, climbing pedestrians every year.

Good wind borrows low branches, so don't send moss to sweep away the road dust.

Volume 270_94 Send Xu Lianshi (Yi Li) Rong Yu.

Jolie Palace sweeps stones and burns incense. The sky is blue and the dew is wet.

How to say that there is a cloudless moon in Wan Li on the Temple of Heaven?

Volume 270_95 The first message is Assistant Minister Rongyu.

Qi Tong flowers shine on the dust, and Wang Men makes Zhu Lun.

Laoshan Village Road in the south of the city wants to find its owner from Xia Yun.

Volume 270_96 Title Yungong Mountain Residence (Quan Deyu's Poems and Juyuan Yang's Poems) Rongyu

Cloud Palace is deep in the mountains of Lan Ruo, and the moon temple is breezy.

Please be clear, the lotus can't reach the autumn pool.

Volume 270 _97 Parting (Poems by Dai Shulun) Rongyu

Holding hands with apricot branches, I never left. After closing at dusk, I feel lonely.

Volume 270_98 9 Jia Mingfu visit RongYu.

Autumn covers the horizontal gate alone, and Luoyang talents visit Chai Guan. Don't get too drunk,

Although it is a poor family, it is also spotted. The same person is willing to join hands for a long time, and the guests will ponder for a long time.

However, I laughed at Meng Jia for blowing off his hat. Why climb to Longshan?

Volume 270_99 Kaiyuan View accompanied Doctor Du to enjoy Rongyu in the Central Plains.

At present, it is known as Yujingtian, which is worth the years of Kanto customs. Jump back to Ziyang girl,

Singing is like stopping a colorful cloud. A few swords surprised two cranes, and a three-flowered pipe string sprinkled.

The setting sun is full of fragrant dust, and the wind and oil curtain move with high smoke.

Volume 270_ 100 On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, I went upstairs to see the moon and gave it to Rongyu.

The west building sees the moon like a river, and the pulse is leisurely leaning on the threshold. Wan Li's feelings are as brilliant as hers.

Today is the sunny day of the year. At first cinnamon fell from the sky, but it was a bit wrong to bring snow to the ground.

A man who knows jade sees water, but a poor man knows it.

Yiyang Zhang Shijun Rong Yu 270_ 10 1 Volume.

As a guest of Yiyang for the time being, I know that I am too good at guarding sages. A coup takes a thousand miles, and people wear it for two days.

There are many new houses in the old country, and all the fallow slopes are reclaimed. If Ba Huang were here, today would be a shameful year.

Volume 270_ 102 moved to another tree in Rongyu.

There are thousands of trees in front of the hospital, and people can't move. It's better to watch flowers leave than to have no seeds.

Volume 270_ 103 Chengdu sent Yan fifteen Jiang Rongyu.

Thousands of miles away, Jiangdong, don't be sad. The flowers in the gorge should be sent, and Jin Tingliu is upright.

When the sun sets, the wine pours, and the sky is far away. My heart is on the sail, and I will follow you to Tunxi.

Volume 270 _ 104 Send Li to Rongyu

Live a good life in Wang and cherish Li. One east, one west, like other cranes,

One south and one north, like a cloud. Under the moon, the forest is sparse in Chikage, and the wind blows cold water with Wan Li stripes.

Don't be easy, it will be difficult, but I'm with you.

Volume 270_ 105 Title Yan's Bamboo Pavilion Rongyu

Zi Ling's habitat is a refuge, which is worthy of the wild heart. The stream is immersed in the shadow of the mountain, and the smoke is against the bamboo.

Forget the machine and watch the sky, stay drunk on the lyre. Love so many poems, come back and sing step by step.

Volume 270_ 106 Send Wang Duangong to Taiyuan for pilgrimage and glory.

It is appropriate to list the history today and recite the post in the west. I also know that people say goodbye, and eventually the beautiful goose will travel.

Peach blossoms are quiet in spring rain and bamboo leaves are fragrant. At that time, the Prime Minister's cabinet should be satisfied with Difanghua.

Volume 270_ 107 Ronghong Tourism in Langzhong, Hunan Province.

The sound of running water by the cold river, the bamboo shadow by the window, the moonlight.

Guimeng didn't know how wide the lake was, so he came to Luoyang at night.

Volume 270 _ 108 Night Jingjiang Rongyu

Alone in a big river, the water is not dizzy. When the rain is dark, the clouds look forward to the countryside.

Fishermen are happy when they are idle, but firewood collectors worry too much. Autumn lake goes up the mountain, and the trees return to the sun.

Bamboo arrows is called beautiful, but it is not interesting in LAM Raymond. Fishing at night, I go from low tide.

Volume 270 _ 109 and the virtual side of Xin Yanzhou, Yue offered a reward? Yang Changning and Rong Yu, Dean of Xin Wei Emergency Room.

At dusk, the city rises and lovers sit in the middle. It is better to be drunk than drunk, scattered in the autumn wind.

Although there is a bright moon, it is centrifugal. The joy of the former turns into melancholy, and so will the latter.

How can I get a night in my long stay? I will have a final feast. After the tour, the service resumed and the pavilion arrived at the heavy lake.

Get back to the boat sooner or later, and I'll count the gentlemen.

Volume 270_ 1 10 Take a boat trip to Chu Shi Lake in Fuzhou and send it back to the north. This is Lan Ruo in Chaxi, Nanchang County.

Move the bottle to spread folk songs and check the shadow of the stream in the ancestral account. The paved mountain road is long, and Chaxi is not an old forest.

Sad to read new poems and shed tears. I have no county government, and I don't love you.

The Zen pavilion is ancient in autumn, and the rain is clear. I am far from my hometown, but I am sad to live.

Volume 270_ 1 1 1 Leiyang Creek Night Walking (for hurting Du Fu) Rongyu

Return to the ship at night and turn to seclusion. Look at the trees in the moonlight and listen to the streams in the wind.

Lan Qi entered between the ships, and the frosted clothes floated up. Although the apes sang this night, it was not the worry of other families.

Volume 270_ 1 12 Guicheng Rongyu in early autumn

The distant guests are surprised by the early autumn, and the night on the river is new. The court was full for only a month, and no one was there.

You know your body is cheap and typhoid fever dances frequently. The ape cried, but he was worried about poverty.

Volume 270_ 1 13 Rongyu at the end of Guangxi

At the end of the year, when the cold window is about to dawn. You feel empty, homesick and dreamy.

Paying attention to friends, worrying about parting, and falling in love with branches are shocking. I can't stand the corner upstairs. The sea breeze is blowing south.

Volume 270_ 1 14 Suzhou Hejiang Pavilion is Rong Yu of Kang Duangong.

Sit alone in the East Pavilion until the moon opens in the middle of the night. Fluorescent lights enter bamboo, and Shui Ying passes through Jiang Lai.

A thousand drops of dew are silent, and a leaf urges them every year. Long Zhong's visit to Wan Li coincided with the loss of an old friend.