Sender: cutemm Shuizhong Yiya Yiya Yiya, message area: ANSI Title: Zhuan poetry Sending site: Sun and Moon Guanghua Monday, March 29, 2004 at 23:37:37, site mail The flowers bloomed several times at the new words of Leng Chun. The long sky on the other side is long and the road is free. It is March when the east wind blows. The herons fly again, but they look at the sky and the earth, the wind and the clouds, and countless long songs and smiles. The years of Chinese ink are stained with the fragrance of books, and my heart is condensed. I am looking back at the railing. I have dreamed about lilac for many times. On my way home, I am in deep sleep. When the bird is singing, I hear Hong again. Confucianism sees that the blue fades and the green emerges, the sun and the moon admire the poetry, the pen, how many times the flowers bloom, and how long they grow. Tianxiaoyao March East Looking at the heaven and earth without scholarly poetry and light Standing tall and looking back, on the way, crying the blue word "Generation" Fenghua Feiyang Lengchun Ji is three words again Feihong Su Nian Hui Zangchu Fu Meng Tan Ding is retreating. Poetry Appreciation. Aoxiaojianghu Ci Xiaoyao Road Moon Heaven and Earth Number of People A long song and a smile, Mo Lu is analyzing the bird by Hui Lu Zheng At that time, I also heard that Hong Han, Hua Riyue, Fei Chunxin, and Brushstrokes were a few It’s a long road to the other side of the river, but Honglu is staying in Suzhou for many years, and Shuxianghui My heart is sharp, leaning on the railing to explore the return of lilac, but looking at history, the blue retreats A peerless youth, Yue Mu's poem, Aoxiaojianghu, Ci, Xiaoyao Yue When the east wind blows, look at the sky again, sing a long song and smile, Mo Luzheng, herringbone, return My eyes dreamed several times, and on the way, I heard Hong's blue and beautiful sun seal flying. Yang's essay to "The coldness on the other shore is long" is exactly Honglu Su There are countless long songs and smiles in the wind and clouds. The ink marks in the years are lingering. The fragrance of books is condensing and the heart is sharp. I am looking back at the railing. I have dreamed about Lilac for many times. The way back is right. While I was sleeping, I heard the great Confucian scholars again, but I looked at the history. The blue faded and the green emerged, and the unparalleled splendor emerged. The sun and the moon admired the poetry and my mood was soaring. Essays to the proud laughter in the rivers and lakes. Cold spring new words. Bingzi Flower Stream Source: Sun and Moon Guanghua bbs.fudan.edu.cn FROM: Shengxia should have a heart Modification: cutemm modified this article at 23:46:08 on March 29 [FROM: 10.100.157.1]