Bai Junrui

Bai Junrui

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Bai Junrui, a famous poet of Song Dynasty, is the representative work Mufurong

Bai Junrui

Time: Song Dynasty

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The river is red, the trees are falling, the forest is sparse, the autumn is getting colder, and the Hibiscus is newly demolished. Next to the clear water, make-up at the beginning of the morning, dew even demon color. So before the frost was Yan state, want to Yingqing female plus pity. Ying Chaoyang, green leaves supporting red bud, leisure court side. Osmanthus fragrans, drifting with you. Fence chrysanthemum tender, accompany quiet. It's easy to laugh at Chunhong and be blown off by the wind. His eyes were bright and his palace brocade was rotten. His whole body was like a fairy house. The green respect, do not cherish drunk phase reward, spring work. Water tunes, cool clothes, help me on the stage. Cloud eaves wind building, the window absolutely fiber. Around the four majestic mountains and rivers, the Eternal Dragon perched on the tiger, strong gas lock Cui Wei. Two water points far, the boat from the return. Looking at the white clouds, welcoming the blue Han, overlooking the Changhuai river. The sound of the duo comes to the ear, and the Pavilion tower is now Lin Kuma. Smoke provokes the deep trees in the palace city, the curtain of Rizhao restaurant, and the objects are lined up in front of us. Roar down the ladder path, want to go more wandering. willow green Cao Xiying plum jade bone ice posture, natural and clear, once seen in the snow. A hermit outside the world, peeping at Tianqiao, has no income. a shadow falls on the cloud. It's like sleep, wind and cold at night. Try to pine window, easy to show, common worry all donate. the wind blows into the pines send old friends no snowflakes fly in winter. Love the sun and shine. It is not thawed in the cold pond, the east wind is fine, and it has been exposed in spring. It was in the spring of the year that he rode with the village to search for plum blossoms. Don't believe in old friends for a long time. There are new poems in Pai Mei. Yansheng north to Jiangcheng warm, dark stretch, Hualiu Rongyi. Bend your fingers to burn the lamp, and lock your eyebrows at leisure. I want to send my friends to Lin'an. I want to remember the spring scenery of the capital. Leaning on the pavilion, I can only see the birds flying in the clouds. Brush the dust, jump, but old but romantic. In the past few years, however, there has been a short coir with a light heart. He is fond of China in the music. If Shaoyang is near, we should set up qingjinle. Fengle langgan, West Lake smoke water, enjoy the Su dike side. The cup must be sprinkled, and there are lonely guests in Xizhu.

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