My hair is blue and my hair is white, my words are splashed, my sword is holding my hand, and I can travel all over the world. Daiwa on the red wall, Shaohua on the Zhumen, and Luo Qi's room full of lamps, the courtyard hall is full of volumes and laments the prosperity; 3,-month-old moon, three strokes of Jia Jian, the poem Xuan paper Yuanyang Huangsha, the mountain is heavy and deep, so I want to write without words; Butterfly plays peach blossom, peach blossom is ashamed, the frost is heavy and the garden Xiao Sa is exposed, and the flying veils are infinite with me at this time; The warbler cries in the dark, the flute disappears, the tea in the rugged mountains is cool and scattered, and the wind and rain are coming, leaving me to hobble alone with an umbrella; Red clouds and redwoods, yellow grass fading, bleak and lonely copywriting, and the trip is slim, writing about my white clothes in Yunshan; The world is long, people's hearts are faint, pinellia flowers open up wasteland and autumn leaves rot, and books and papers leave me feeling sorry for my youth. Shuiyue cave, Jiangshan scroll, away from the word 3 thousand glass to wear, Spring and Autumn Book Mountain allows me to light the night; Cold mountain clock edge, swamp cicada, high willow sandwiched by pine and cypress green Huan, Qu Fu wrote a small note that I was sleepless this night; My son passed through time and space, and I returned to my previous life. I was amazed by my long sleeves and danced in the palace. Zhu Men was deeply attached to me and smiled calmly, only for his half life.
Drunk, Liu Ling went crazy, and the poet made public Cao Mengde wrote the banquet of the Hongmen, wet and clear, and the apricot blossom and rain lost the Haitang. Li Yian Jingyanggang helped Wu Song to kill the tiger with three punches, and the head of Xunyang Building made a poem to rebel against you. How many heroes and heroes have you accomplished, how many village people have put down their songs and dances, and how many beautiful women are with you, and how many brave men dare to urge poetry. Someone borrows you to go crazy, and someone borrows you to seize power. Sometimes you are just a prop to set off the atmosphere at the negotiating table. Sometimes you are more like Your opponent has knocked you over. You have entered the Zhumen mansion and the humble cottage, overflowing with royal gold bottles and full of coarse bowls of farmers. I want you to be happy and want you to jump over the Longmen. The exiled students, the exiled prisoners, the frustrated literati and the court officials are all your confidants and your partners.
A city is flying with vermicelli and watching a jade-broken column. The Qingming rain is chaotic, the long street is a hundred steps dark, the soul is about to break, the hair is hard to pull, and looking back is forgetting Sichuan.
standing alone, hanging like shadows. There are thousands of embroidered households in Zhumen.
By the moon bridge, green willows and bamboo doors, broken bridges and broken corners, and seeing off the dusk, I feel sad, tears in my eyes, and the right person?
I am the catkin that drifted in March, flying over the deep courtyard of Zhumen, and passing by Suzhou and Hangzhou for a long time. The seven-point setting sun is the poetry of twilight. You are a surprise in this poetry. I fell on your soft fingertips and the wind blew. I was too far away from your gentle sight to miss you. It was a beautiful accident.
whoever painted half of the country, who wrote the affair. Who opened the cigarette willow, who knocked on the bamboo door against the curtain. Who wears the blue, who wipes the heavy makeup. Who is singing the broken snow, who is sighing the lonely smoke in Saibei. Whoever is unfamiliar with the whole city, who is sleepless under the moon. Whoever cries long songs is drunk with life geometry. Who turns around and looks back on Naihe Bridge, who lives by the yellow river. Who carved a faint reincarnation on the Sansheng stone, whose story flowed in the virtual shadow of time. Who used plain paper and inkstone to write half a page of sadness? Who and who are scattered in the midsummer wind and smoke. Memory of the picture, and who can rewrite.
She often stands in the courtyard where she lives after dusk to admire the cymbidium and autumn chrysanthemums in the garden, but her eyes drift out of the screen door from time to time intentionally or unintentionally, as if looking for someone. Often such a stop is a long time, until the willow tip on the moon, the hope in the eyes gradually burns out. -
On the contrary, there are few sentences in the poems of Liu Xiyi, Cui Shu, Zhou He and Hanshan, which are lifeless, with low status or unfortunate backgrounds. Because of the smell of Zhumen wine and meat, they may not have smelled it at all; When you are really cold and hungry, you probably can't still be in the mood to write poems. You can only indulge in troubled times, steal fun at leisure and vent a little personal boredom. -Zhong Shuhe's
Every time in the class, the golden cage is long-lasting, and it's kind to be silent to the Lord. It's better to be silent than to be lonely and clean, and you should be happy to thank Zhumen when you go.-Fan Zhongyan's
Cinderella's pumpkin cart failed to catch the prince's dance. After Pinocchio became an adult, he kept lying and his nose stopped growing. Snow White was poisoned and fell asleep. What if one day your blood and sweat didn't get you a house and bread, only taunting and mocking Zhu Men's wine and meat, and freezing your bones? What if one day there was smoke everywhere, and the old place was full of death and despair, and hoarse cries merged into you? What if one day God wasn't with you, the angel didn't sing in your ear, the devil rushed out of the cage and the hero ran away from you? What if one day the fairy tale world was no longer a fairy tale world, and hope didn't come as scheduled, but frustration followed, young lang. Looking back at the market in those days, cars were like running water and horses were like dragons. Outside Zhumen, in the misty rain, I met a beautiful woman for a long time. If you happen to pass by and stop for a while, listen to the musician's explanation, a hidden affair of the past.
don't you see, the butterfly woman is getting thinner. Who is she? I don't see you, my hair dyed with snow and my eyebrows are frowning who she is; If you don't see me, put your hands together and pray for whom she is; If you don't see, who is she for? If you don't see me, the door of Zhu is closed, thank you for who she is; If you don't see me, it's hard to stay young and play hoary head for who she is; -Personality
I have a pot of wine to talk about. Don't invite Zhu Menke, feast on Mo Sao. When looking for wild clouds, I will caress the soul of the hero. Talking and laughing, going back to the mountains, let alone the temple is deep.
silence locks the door of Zhu, which is deep and lonely.
the grass and trees worship money when they have no desire, and I am here at dusk.
Where are you waiting for the fireworks to cool at sunset? The bamboo door is locked in the setting sun and slightly cold, and it doesn't hurt. Do you want to say or not? It's just that the wind and sand have come, and the autumn water has drowned out the empty branches, and the romantic feelings are so strong. It's still as good as sighing for me for a few times yesterday, and I can't get a season of fireworks and long sleeves to fly to the boudoir. I can't stay for my lovesickness any longer. A glass of sake makes me laugh at loneliness, and the wind accompanies me to sing songs and rain all night, but I can't see a person like falling flowers, water and mountains, but it's just that the rain falls and lovesickness goes to hate or not. It's still a dream. When I get wet and listen to a new pillow, no one has broken my stringed piano. Who loses time and hates me for a meeting? Only wait until the initial blush of whipping dust leaves no trace, and the rain is tight. Who will accompany you to watch the new morning's bustling room, and the eyebrows will only hate me for a meeting, only wait until the initial blush of whipping dust leaves no trace, and the rain is tight, and the canoe leaves a new wave and bends the eyebrows. I don't see you, my hair dyed with snow and my eyebrows are frowning who she is; If you don't see me, put your hands together and pray for whom she is; If you don't see, who is she for? If you don't see me, the door of Zhu is closed, thank you for who she is; If you don't see me, it's hard to stay young and play hoary head for who she is; Don't you see, there are tears beside the swing frame. Who is she? Don't you see, the yellow belt next to the wishing tree is closely tied to who she is; If you don't see me, who is she at the end of the world ferry? You don't see, the sapphire case is on display to study who she is; Don't you see, sandalwood table tableware is vacant for whom; I don't see you, I can't sleep at night. Who is she for? If you don't see me, I'll wait for her, no matter who she is.
assassin: I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust. Cloth covers the vermicelli door, and blood splashes and tears hide deep. Huang quanbi fell, and there was no shame in the soul.
Zhu men's chariots and horses disturb the common people, and my dreams are slightly cold. I have been handsome for half my life, and I owe you some debt of gratitude.
Take off the red lanterns on Zhu men, so don't pester the prosperity of the past year.
The deep courtyard swing is accompanied by the streamer, and the beautiful girl in the boudoir is alone in the mirror, dressing up and dressing up, swallows fly over the porch window, yearning for memories, crawling with green and mottled red walls, and the ancient love story elongates Qingshi Lane. I am a scholar in my previous life, and the footsteps are still echoing in the summer of Jiangnan, and the smoke and willows in the city are faintly beautiful, winding with sadness and yearning, like grass in the hearts of passers-by, and suddenly replaying the old dreams. You are the favorite in this life to make me think. At dusk, I want to return to Wupeng Ferry, a boat dream, a water town and a bluestone alley. Love is still blooming in my heart. Peach blossoms still reflect my haggard appearance. Repeated cycles, repeated lovesickness, and a few wisps of fragrance.
Carrying a long knife, slashing the famine, drinking the wind and frost, and chopping the wind and frost, is it worthwhile to use life to think about who will change after forgetting Sichuan, and who will carry a long sword for the king in this life. It means that the sky is dusty, and the time is buried in the sand. As always, the picture of love How many memories are entangled in the brambles of the King Road? Once upon a time, the pavilions and attics were thin and cold as iron, and when the emperor returned, I tried again to ask the sky how to make a feast in the snow and how to sleep in a drunken dream. Whose eyebrows emerged all my life, one man, one horse, one sword, one life, one love, one hate, and lingering over the world of mortals.-Little pendant "The Feast of Snow and Snow"
Tea, rice, oil and salt Things change as time goes by, and I dive into my brow. Xiaofeng is drunk, and the entrance of turbid wine is hard to swallow. How can it be as fragrant as jade? < P > It's like falling flowers like a dream, and the musk deer is misty, and it's the sunset diving into the west of the small building. Infinite sorrow makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sorrow. Idle comes the tiaonong parrot, teaches it to recite the Beau's poems to me. Zhao Jun's resentment is deeply forbidden. Who cherishes good spring? The Yao steps stand at dusk. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear. It's another pear flower that wants to thank, and embroidery is cold in spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are gracious. At dusk, the rain is wet, and I am tired and worried about the wind. Thin bones can't help but fall, and the assembly is sad. Don't be in the mood. It's not the time to complain. It's already midnight, and the dream must come true. -Nalan Rong Ruo
Dangdang Tianmen will last forever. A few people go home and a few people come. Although the mountains and rivers are not perfect. Do not believe that gold is a curse. A dream on a lake and a mountain is nothing. Bye, Yunlong. Fly north. One day in 3 years. The sky is clear and the water is clear. Heaven and earth multiply by one. Suddenly, every jiazi is prosperous again. In the 28 th year of life, Kun changed. See all the flowers and never say anything. After all, heroes wear cloth. Zhumen is not the old imperial capital. Flying swallows are common. It's no longer the case to drive to Li Huachun. Hu Er rode to Chang 'an. Open up the central plains and have a wide sea area. When the flood leveled, the flood started. Clear light should look at Hanzhong. The sky is white and the Han River is autumn. Haggard yellow flowers always bring sorrow. Gu Yao's half-liter skip is hidden. The sun rises and extinguishes the mountains. Clouds and clouds are cloudy every day. Poor northwest has a beacon smoke. Mobs from the east and thieves from the west. And Hu er is in front of us. Like chess, things are getting worse. * * * economic harmony is difficult. A leopard dies with its skin still on its back. The best autumn color is in Chang 'an. The fire dragon stung Yanmen Autumn. The original wall should be difficult for Zhao to accept. A strange flower spring in the first hospital is taken. Don't even worry about the night wind and rain. -Shao Yong's Plum Blossom Poems
It is better to make friends with Shan Weng than to pay homage to Zhu Men. It is better to listen to the street talk than to hear the shepherd sing the woodcutter's song; It is better to talk about the ancients' good words and deeds than to talk about the mistakes of today's people. -Hong Yingming's Caigen Tan
Bad taste is a carnival style to understand the contemporary experience world. Bad taste is optimism taken seriously. Bad taste is Qianhui brand lighters and all other famous brand lighters. Bad taste is the body against authority. A lot of bad tastes, such as Las Vegas casino, Zhumen feud and Quentin Tarantino, are piled up to form a legitimate charm. Bad taste is a private confession in the media. Bad taste is to go to Yangmingshan to watch cherry blossoms and take pictures as a souvenir. Bad taste is excessive anxiety about good taste. Bad taste is a shift from aesthetic motivation to the exposure of a desire. Bad taste is a strategic way to show your cool. Bad taste is a coquettish energy in the bones. Bad taste is excessive display of male glory and female charm. -Xu Shunying's famous sayings about safety in "Massive Outflow", famous sayings and aphorisms about safety
1. Keep safety in mind and walk the world safely.
2, busy, safety is not forgotten.
3. The word safety is very important, and you can't forget it or lose it. In case you forget it, disaster will befall you.
4. Safety is the foundation of life, and it will always be with me. Don't stay outside when you come home from school, just go home.
5. Safety is heaven and safety is earth. Without safety, there is no heaven and earth.
6. One more responsibility at work and one less worry after work; Work more carefully, and there are fewer hidden dangers in safety.
7. Keep safety firmly in mind, and peace will accompany us through a wonderful life.
8. Keep safety in mind and walk safely around the world.
9. The road leads you, me and him, and safety is tied to thousands of families.
1. Peace is more important than anything else.
11. Peace, peace, peace, everyone is safe and everyone is happy.
12. Go to work happily and go home safely.
13. The campus is my home, and safety depends on everyone.
14. I love our motherland, because it cultivates me, educates me and makes us feel safe.
15. Always turn off the gas at home, so don't buy lessons with your life.
16. A lovely and safe day on campus. The combination of the two is happiness.
17. Be safe, be very happy, make money to keep safe, and be rich to extinguish accidents.
18. Dangers are everywhere. Only by remembering safety can we live every day safely.
19. Danger is always around, so you should not only pay attention to it. It will kill you right away.
2. Lishui is my home, and safety depends on everyone.
21. Don't worry when crossing the road. The red light stops and the green light goes. Be a peaceful citizen.
22. Prevent campus invasion and create a safe campus.
23. Safe Campus I love it. Everyone depends on everyone for safety. We should live a peaceful day, and we should guard against hidden dangers everywhere.
24. Safety is in your heart, and you must never forget to protect yourself.
25. What is the most precious thing in life? Peace.
26, the accident alarm bell is always ringing, and the string of safety is tight.
27. Keep in mind that safety is always with you.
28. Bless the campus today with peace, and build the future of the campus with peace.
29. There are hidden dangers everywhere, so always remember when you are safe.
3. Campus I love you because you give us a sense of security.
31. safe campus. I love you.
32. There is always peace in my heart, and peace is always by my side.
33. Everything can only be done if you are alive, so peace is the most important thing.
34. Safe campus. I love it. Everyone's safety depends on everyone.
35. Each of us has only one life, so we should cherish life, not make fun of it, and we must be aware of safety at all times and places.
36. Cross the street like the Monkey King-look around. Be like a tiger at a red light-be patient. Ride like a turtle-slow down.
37. If you harm others, you will kill yourself sooner or later.
38. Violating the rules is inevitable, and the danger is difficult to avoid. If the violations continue, the accident will be difficult to eliminate.
39, pay