Yan Songhang
Cao Pi
The autumn breeze was cold, the grass and trees shook and fell into the frost, and the group of swallows returned to Nanxiang.
Nenjun guests traveled to think about it, thinking about returning to their hometown, and Jun He stayed and sent it to others?
The concubine guarded the empty room. Sadly, Sijun did not dare to forget, and he did not realize that his clothes were stained with tears.
Aid Qin singing strings to the Qing merchant, short songs can not be long.
The bright moon shines on my bed, and the star Hanxi flows in the middle of the night.
The Morning Glory weaver women looked at each other from afar, and he alone could not help but confine the river beam.
The autumn of this year lacked sunshine, it was exceptionally cold, and it had passed the frost. I actually did not go to take photos.
This poem is very classic, but very few people have read it around, helplessly, who separated me from the poem and the distance?
Looking at the sweet potato chips given by the junior sister on the table, salty and sweet are tempting. This life seems to have changed little but it is different from year to year.
Since ancient times, whether ordinary people or dignitaries, why can’t we get rid of low-level hobbies and talk less?
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燕歌行
曹丕
秋风萧瑟天气凉，草木摇落露为霜，群燕辞归鹄南翔。
念君客游思断肠，慊慊思归恋故乡，君何淹留寄他方？
贱妾茕茕守空房，忧来思君不敢忘，不觉泪下沾衣裳。
援琴鸣弦发清商，短歌微吟不能长。
明月皎皎照我床，星汉西流夜未央。
牵牛织女遥相望，尔独何辜限河梁。
今年的秋天缺少阳光，格外阴冷，已过霜降，我居然没去拍照。
这首诗非常经典，周围读过的人却也非常少，无可奈何，谁让我脱离了诗和远方？
看着桌上师妹给的红薯片，咸甜诱人，这生活，好像没啥变化却又年年不同。
自古以来，无论平民百姓还是达官显贵，为何都不能脱离低级趣味，少去谈情？
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