Yao Yundi

Yao Yundi

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Female poets in Qing Dynasty. Words are born. Jinshan (now Shanghai) people. Observe Yao Pei, his second daughter, and Dai Mingqiu's wife. You Cong's sister-in-law Zhang fo embroidered poetry, liked to read Zhouyi, and was good at observing astronomical phenomena. He wrote a copy of poems in qiuqin Pavilion.

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Yao Yundi, the character of Yunsheng. People from Jinshan, south of the Yangtze River. The second daughter of Yao Peihe (the word Junfeng, No.1 Pavilion) in Hanxing Road, Shaanxi Province, is Dai Mingqiu's wife, the county magistrate of Dingbian. You Cong's sister-in-law Zhang fo embroidered poetry, liked to talk about the book of changes, Mao poetry, Xiaoxing number, good view of the sky. Night peeps at the star, occupies the wind and rain, all come true. He wrote a copy of poems in qiuqin Pavilion.

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In the middle of the building, you can see the great niece rhyme < br > < br > breaking the rainbow to receive the rain, and rolling the curtain to float. The wind rises in the dusk of the lonely village, the smoke is far-reaching, and the trees fall.
The light of the mountain will rise tomorrow, and the shadow of the sail will break the tide. Want to rely on the appendix, Yin Qing double quiet. the feeling of Dingbian < br > < br > I've known for a long time that it's cold on the edge and deep in autumn in midsummer. The water is absolutely peaceful, the day is late, and the heart is nourished.
The horse is tired, the bird is lost. The tablet of the sages of the Tang and Han Dynasties, where can we find it. the spring rain < br > < br > weaves a little bit of smoke and fog, spreading the east wind and green fields. Weak willow lingering sorrow, low Cui Dai, falling flowers unable to wet Yanzhi.
Liangsheng deep yard, Yan return early, run forced smoked cage incense scattered late. Moss color full step, curtain does not roll, afternoon sales tired alone chanting poetry. Cool down < br > < br > in the flowing bamboo forest, the green shadow is thicker than the green shadow. You bird does not see people, flying over the low branches. after the rain < br > the flying rain comes, and the sky is green. Lotus fragrance, cool pervious heart Pavilion. nocturnal incense < br > < br > a long spreading vine, light smoke and mist make it cool. Deep at night to pick muddy difficult to distinguish, the wind at the bottom of the leaves to suddenly have incense. On the first day of the lunar calendar, the words "Jie" were rhymed with all the brothers < br > < br > the rising sun broke through the clouds, the new atmosphere changed into a festival, the curtain was long, the bird's voice was new, and the stone was fragrant.
In front of the hall, we are happy to celebrate. The cypress wine is poured second, and the dish vegetables are set at will.
The wind is warm, the scenery is good, the eaves are plum and the snow is clear. In the middle of the day, the mountain is quiet and the music is free.
Xiang will tea a ou, nianyun break color valerian. Brothers are rich in literature, but I am ashamed to be poor.
It's also a long time to sing, not to mention the work and clumsiness. And so today we are happy, and the years are changing. Mrs. Xu presented the picture of the West Lake to Xie Zhi. < br > the wild sand entered the house, the spring breeze was blowing, and the days in other places were like years. The bag Qin bundle book not Yu, Jichou suddenly heart at a loss.
Xie Junhui, I have a picture. The West Lake is far from the edge of poverty. I don't know the dust in my eyes, but I feel the clouds in my seat.
I also visited here the year before last, when the flowers were blooming. Yizhou seeks ancient victory everywhere, and lingers at the foot of an isolated mountain.
Weng has no plum crane old, wild peach and apricot empty JUANJUAN. The lake tower is more secluded at night, and the moon just hangs on the top of the mountain.
The withered tung trees are singing, and the ten hectares of Pinghu Lake are wavy and round. When the wind blows, we can see that there is no heaven in the world.
It's hard to live for a long time without immortal bones, only when the dream is clear. It's wrong to travel to the west, but it's pitiful to be a fool.
Spring has been over 90, a flower and a grass are not predestined. I'm willing to go back to the cottage. I dare to look at the woods and springs.
Xianjun lives in Shanshui grottoes. He has been a real immortal for a hundred years. When to get rid of worldly tiredness temporarily, let me write a new chapter.