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Welcome
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The Spring Festival is coming, and the guests are filled with joy. There are ups and downs, and don't forget that a hundred years old is not popular.
Yanu
poetry
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At the end of the year, the body and mind are not flat, and I miss my relatives far away from my dreams. Don't let the New Year's bell ring, the stars shine on the road in the cold night.
Searching for Idiots at the End of the Year
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Silence without sleep, my command alone. Screen the panda eyes and reassemble them to Riming.
I woke up in the middle of the night
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People are short of trees, the sun is shining, flowers droop and grass rise, the wind is late. I have long hoped to cover my eyes and know nothing, and sighed when the frost head was young.
Worried about leaving every day
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There is only a half plum in the flower, and the child swallow on the zither reports the return. I work hard at the end of my life. I am happy to follow the horses and sedans.
Mirror like
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It's hard for young people to have a dream of traveling. Who can tell the things in his heart? Half a hundred boos and sighs and no one is young.
Half generation house loan
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Tiredness is like sleeping in front of the tide. Although I miss you as far as I can, I will feel pity for you someday.
Sleepy and homesick
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The pen goes to Jianfeng Mountain, and ink extends to Jiuqu Stream. To find friends and visit friends is a matter of heart.
New pen
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After the rain, the flowers in the mountain sky become more beautiful, and when busy, they steal music and have more pity. The vestibule and the paintings are full of worries, and the people who fall in love with each other are less sad
Leisure walk pavilion
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There is no place to live, and the small waves murmur away from the gentle slope. It's not easy to chase ginseng by the wind. Flowers are waiting for tomorrow spring.
The end of the year is coming
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The early sun floats on the ground, and the rice ears are warm and clear. Joy in the golden day, and harvest in the year.
have bumper harvest
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