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Thirty original poems published by myself
Thirty self-sent poems [by] Lu Guimeng? the Tang Dynasty

Say goodbye to the old mountain village for five years, and the tree has friends and grandchildren.

Feel Bian Feng look good, xiao yun just scattered the door.

Lonely villages sing under snow, and sick souls have no sleep to clean up.

When the east window is bright, the heart shakes and the cold chicken begins to sound.

Emotional unforgettable, only romantic * * * ancient long.

There is no gold belt on the seat. Who was hurt by Wang Chen's words?

Mr. R&F is not bald, and the wine flag can also hit tall buildings.

Long whales like silver carp for no reason, so they ask water hyacinth to be a fishing boat.

Hualai purple is faint, and the folk songs by the water are deeper.

In the end, you must pick up the secluded place, and the old cypress will be the door in pairs.

Yindong used to be a business of collecting herbs, with cold clouds condensed and candlelight dim.

Yu knocked on the door and fell down. There was a real person's name.

Sigh, the world looks good, and the darkness will worry.

Before illness, the medicine tripod book bag is home.

Autumn spring is like jade and should be thicker than cloud liquid.

Think about the generations of Xu and Liu in Beihai, and waste the wine dragon to the world.

Yang Kan should be rich since ancient times, and his waist should be slender.

Even if both aspects are taught, it won't be a good idea to have two hectares of seedlings in the field.

Occasionally take the children to watch the microwave oven, which is more than twice as cold as in spring.

It makes the pen easy and lazy to write words for geese.

Yesterday, I heard that Zhuang dreamed all the way and said that Han Sheng was flying.

I know I have a name to chat with and ask questions, but I have nothing to say to hold the oblique light.

The snow invaded the spring scenery for no reason, and the dance was getting cold.

It is really strange to suspect that it has not run all over the forest when it is resting.

A few feet of gossamer fall into the sky, and old age is the east wind.

There is no one to live in, and there is also spring worry.

Who let the western Western jackdaw feel charming, the clouds and shadows are sad at night, and the pictures are dancing in succession? Suoyang should be spared.

It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and it's hard to know that Lingyuan is not desolate.

If Yuee has tears of homesickness, just wait for Zhu Fangfa to send two lines.

Originally, I sent my leisure to the outside of the cloud, so Yun Xi and I became my masters.

All night, I was scattered against the wind, and clothes and towels came at dawn.

Yuanming won't stay in the public field until the time is right. He will take advantage of the opportunity to release the seal in autumn.

I think the surplus grain in spring has not gone, who is right or wrong.

Clouds cling to rocks, and letters are like thin jiaozi.

You people are sick and careless, just to spend a day in Chunshan.

The moonlit night is already deep, and the Song family sings softly.

There is no reward for reflection, and the dew is wet and fragrant.

Springfield on the south bank is a farmer, and the exchange is half a river.

Sometimes I can't stand being frivolous, so I want to visit Luogong in Pengshan temporarily.

A clever man hung down his pole and hid in a small hole. I will really become a fisherman.

One night in the spring in western Guizhou, I have learned to fish in the beach.

The king of Shuiguo is also surnamed Xiao, who lived in the Southern Dynasties.

Ling and His Royal Highness, Bajiangliu, danced blue stripes twelve years ago.

Strong comb, slanting crown, candlelight night.

God is the most tolerant, living alone and paying for the cold spring.

There is no multi-drug garden near Nanrong, and there are new seedlings for the second time.

Young children don't know famous products and dare not compete with Chuncao for victory or defeat.

A stream flows down the river, and it is spring everywhere.

Yi Lan is a little worse than Bi Pu, but Yuanyang is free.

Flowers bloom under the mountain and water rises on the mountain. A young man broke the Xia Wen.

The Vietnamese love romantic guests, so why should the embroidered quilt belong to Mr. E?

Yan Hua must be born at the right time, and he must be indifferent to his shoulders.

When Carrie's waist was not thin, Wang Jing had tried to make the palace famous.

The spirit of a prostitute is like a lonely moon. She dares to put it into a melting pot.

There are few pendants and no new butterfly wings in the world.

Zhen Bethune changed his name, but God's help was nothing.

The Hou family changed Emperor Liang and became a foreign soldier for nothing.

Spring rain can stick vegetation and fertilize it, so full of green is in the forest.

Only the sick face the back, and the cold voice reduces the limbs for one night.

Lu Guimeng, the author of Thirty Poems from Self-Dispatch, introduced Lu Guimeng (? ~ AD 88 1), an agronomist and writer in Tang Dynasty, alias Lu Wang, alias Tian Suizi, three Jianghu people, Mr. Lifu, a native of Wujiang, Jiangsu. He used to be the adjutant of Huzhou and Suzhou secretariat, and later lived in Songjiang Fuli, editing the Collected Works of Mr. Fuli. His prose is mainly included in Li Ze's series, which has strong reality and incisiveness, such as "Wild Temple Monument" and "Remember Mickey Mouse". Lu Guimeng made friends with Pi Rixiu, who was called "Pilu" by the world. Most of his poems were about scenery and things.

Lu Guimeng's Other Works ○ Bai Lianhua

Xiao Chun.

○ Li Sao

○ Waiting for the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival

Don't leave.

○ More works by Lu Guimeng