Foreword of twenty

The past wasted twenty years. When I was young, I asked celebrities to reward me, chat with my heart, and pay for my old friends.

The truth in the chest is eternal, and there is only ups and downs in the world. For a long time, Penglai Xiandao has been ashamed to say it, and most of the flowers are on teenagers' heads.

Husband's career was the most at that time, and he regretted it after one mistake. Ambition needs no three-foot sword, and wizards want to try a thousand words.

When you smell a chicken, you don't want to dance at first, but when you look in the mirror, you know you have a moustache. Former children, today's weak, but what is a floating life?

Ten songs of entering Beijing

Husband only holds Wu Gou, whose spirit is higher than 100 feet; Who wrote 10,000 years of history? Looking for Hou Feng 8,000 miles away.

I will definitely follow my footsteps, and there are leisure gulls! How many people have been to Yingzhou since the smiling moon near Lugou Bridge?

Trapped in the world of mortals for many years, regret for twenty years; The clues left the group to rest, and Yan Ci's old base was renewed.

Make friends with celebrities at home and visit people in Beijing; That is, if you can seek benefits, Hu is a depressed old man!

The yellow river is in the sky, look down at a little smoke; The bigger the place, the better. It's not a good mountain to travel far away.

When Lu Ji entered Romania, his reputation was greatly improved, and Su Shi was determined to travel far. Thank you very much for your poverty, but I will enjoy my legacy for the rest of my life.

Looking back, I turned to dust. I am east, west, north and south; Three dreams in the daytime, and ten years in the green hills.

When the poor live a life without divination, when wealth is to help the poor; The battle for fame and fortune has passed for a long time, and it is still an old Confucian towel.

Squeezed like lice, I want to go to Longmen by spring wave; Many colleagues feel sorry for Cody, who has paid for water over the years.

The word fame and blood has long been known; Touch the phoenix at night, remember the autumn wind and wipe your tears.

Mulberry is on the bank of Baiyun River, but the parents' hostel in Hebei is a Ma Pingchuan. Looking back, I studied hard in class, but I haven't become famous yet.

In six years, Guanhai held a clean and honest festival, and thousands of letters from home promoted a long journey; Until the spring flowers open in the morning, the blackbirds on the earth comforted it.

Handan woke up late with a pillow, although Peng Ying thought far; When will you enter Fengchi after you reach the top of Aoding Mountain?

Poetry and wine are not learned by celebrities, and officials must be called teenagers; Bridget Jinma is always looking for something in common and always wants to get lucky.

A shoulder bag, a purse, a poem and a book are fascinating; Sail shadow wave marks Huai Pu Yue, horseshoe-colored thistle door cream.

The old friend gave Wang Xiangjian, and Jing lesbians held Lu Jia costumes; Living in Chang 'an is not easy to lose face. It's tiring to teach your forefinger.

Acura slowly left the feast and bid farewell to relatives and friends; I'm here to teach you how to grind iron and ink stones, and then I hope to insert golden lotus.

That is, today's pavilions only take one day, which is the year when my articles serve the country; It hasn't changed in the mirror, and it shouldn't have a long history.

As soon as I entered Doumen, I got home. I recruited people to go north and set out west. Huaiting went to the Ming Sutra, and Guiyuan was still empty and full of flowers.

Enemies in the world accept daggers, and human feelings are warm and cold. If there is no tomorrow, I will never go back to my hometown.

The bitter rain of the boat night

Why are you drunk in January and crazy in four mountains? The tide increased the rain, and spring came late on the cold river.

Dreams are thin, lights are dim, and flutes are sad. Time flies, and I'm not worried about sending it by boat alone.

The feeling of returning to Deer Cave

Deer go to the rafters, at the top of the wind Lonely moths tread in smoke, and thousands of rivers hide holes.

After the chaos, all the people talked in vain, and the water in front of the door separated the dust. I am hesitant about ibis' heart, thinking about the salary difference and the fire will not go away.

Dying poem

When you are tired, you will know that you are dead. You've been in business for 300 years, and 8,000 miles hangs over the people.

Autumn wind sword tears lonely minister, the setting sun flag general altar. The dusty atmosphere overseas is still lingering, so it is not appropriate to wait and see.

Five musts

Chu Cai was lucky for the country, and his back was bent at that time. Ask the masters, who dares to learn barbarians?