Douluo: The Lower Realm of the Children of the King of God and the Lord God

Chapter 69 Words

Residence in Moyuer Donggao

Buy the pond, plant the willows, and vaguely see the rivers and lakes along the Huaihe River.The rain in Donggao has begun to rise again, and the sand herons and gulls gather together.The best place to love is a river full of moonlight flowing through Nagisa.No one dances alone.Ren Cuimei opened the sky, Rou Yin borrowed the land, and the wine was exhausted and he could not go.Qing Ling quilt, don't remember the golden boudoir.The Confucian scholar once made a mistake.What's the point of riding thousands of bows and swords?The melon garden in Shaoping is deserted. You can look at it. It is full of blue mirrors and the shadows of stars on the temples are like this now.Words of fame and fame.It seems that Ban Chao has been granted the title of Marquis for thousands of miles, and he may be late to return.

Yong Yu Le

The pine and chrysanthemum hall is deep, the lotus pond is small, and the long summer is clear and hot.The swallows bring the chicks back, the doves call the wives to leave, and the countryside is quiet and interesting.The wheat sky has passed, I lightly fan myself in thin clothes and try to take a slow walk around the garden.Listen to the house, enjoy the childishness, and talk about the first rain at night.In the path of Cangsugou, on the branches of purple weeds, there are several quiet flowers hanging down.The people in the east are urging people to hoe, and the people in the west are helping with wages. They will go to each other early in the morning.Xiechuan returns to Xing, but it is full of eyes, looking back to the imperial hometown.I only worry about fear and whipping at night, the old road in Baling.

Confused by the gods, he was demoted to Yuxi and made a nuisance to the country.

The green mountains are dim and the sun is setting, and the vast river is east.The remaining clouds are scattered towards Yanbo Road.It makes people sad, Chang'an is far away, where is it?At a few o'clock, the fishing lanterns are small, and the fans are close to the dock. The passenger sails are low, and they are close to Qianpu.I secretly think about my life, regretting my mistake in becoming a Confucian scholar. I feel that my journey is difficult and my return is blocked.The broken soul and the moon, a thousand miles away, hurt Pingchu.Strange bamboo branches sing and complain, for whom are they suffering?The ape cries for a moment, startling the island.I can't sleep in the dim light of the candle, listening to the drums.

Romance

Under the Konoye Pavilion, the Double Ninth Festival is approaching, and it is autumn again.Sadness enters Yu's intestines, old age invades his temples, hairpins and yellow chrysanthemums are worn, and flowers should be ashamed.In the evening of Chutian, where the white smoke is gone, the red polygonum is beside the water.The fragrant grass is sentimental, the setting sun is speechless, wild geese cross Nanpu, and people lean against the west tower.Is Yurong Zhi safe?The fragrant note has the word "jin" in two places.The sky hates the separation and separation of blue clouds, and the ups and downs of blue birds.I feel annoyed in front of the wind, my heart is a little bit sweet, my eyebrows are furrowed, and I can't help but worry about it?Love that is beyond words will be wasted.

Qiu Ruixiang

The curtains are sparse and the wind blows through, and a thread of fragrance floats golden beasts.After dusk, the vermilion railings are all over the place, and the moonlight on the corridor is as bright as day.The taste of separation is stronger than wine, and it makes people lose weight.This feeling is not as good as the willow tree on the east side of the wall, the spring scenery remains the same year after year.

Die Lian Hua Morning Departure

The bright moon scares the crows and makes them rest unsteady. It leaks out the gates and pulls the golden wells.Awakening clear eyes, tears falling on the pillow and the red cotton is cold.Holding my hand, the frosty wind blows my shadow on my temples, leaving my wandering mind behind, and my other words are sad and unpleasant.There are 10 horizontal bucket handles on the railings upstairs, corresponding to the cold people and chickens far away.

Lanling Wangliu

The willow shades are straight, and the smoke is silky green.On the Sui Embankment, I have seen it several times, with the flowing water flowing in the water to see people off.When I come to see my motherland, who knows the tired guest in Beijing?Changting Road should have more than a thousand feet of flexible strips every year.Looking for old traces leisurely, drinking wine while mourning, leaving the table under the light of the lamp.The fire of pear blossoms and elm encourages cold food, and worries about the rapid wind of an arrow.Half of the grass is warm, so I turn around and count the post stations, hoping that people are in the north of the sky.Sadness and hatred piled up.Farewell to the lake, the lake is silent, the setting sun is slowly rising, and the spring is endless.Reading the moon and pavilion, holding hands, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge.Thinking about the past is like a dream, with tears falling secretly.

Su Muzhe

Burn agarwood to relieve the heat.Birds call out for the clear sky, invading the dawn and peeking into the eaves.On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls.The water surface is clear and round, and each one is lifted by the wind.My hometown is far away, when will I go?He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time.Do you remember each other in May?In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.

Yulouchun

If you don't live calmly in Taoxi, there will be no place to continue the autumn lotus roots.At that time, we were waiting for Chilan Bridge, but today we are looking for the yellow leaf road alone.There are countless green trees in the smoke, and the sunset is red behind the wild geese.People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and their feelings are like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain.

Xihe Jinling Nostalgia

Beautiful land, who remembers the great events of the Southern Dynasties?The mountains surround the homeland and the Qingjiang River, and the servant girls in buns face each other.The raging waves hit the lonely city, and the wind blew across the sky.The tree on the cliff is still leaning upside down, don't worry about the boat being tied to it.The remaining old traces are dark and gray, and the fog is half-covered.Late at night, the moon comes over the female wall, and I look eastward at the Huai River sadly.Is there a place where wine, flags, and drums are played?I want to be vague and thank my neighbors.I don't know where Yan Zi was born, but he went into a stranger's home in an ordinary alley.Relativity is like talking about rise and fall, in the setting sun.

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