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Haha, there are also long ones, and the longest song in history is as follows:

"The Preface to the Warbler's Cry" --- Wu Wenying.

The remnant cold is bullying the sick wine, covering the Shen Xiang embroidery household. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if it was late in spring. Painting the boat, Qingming, clear and clear, clear smoke rising Wu Gong tree.

Thinking of bondage, wandering with the wind, turned into light flocculents. Ten years of West Lake, beside the willow horse, taking advantage of the soft fog. Tracing the red gradually, recruiting into Xianxi, Jin'er secretly sent the secluded.

Leaning on the silver screen, the spring is wide and the dream is narrow, tracing the red wet, and singing the golden threads. The embankment is empty, the sun is light, and the gulls and herons are always returned. Youlan is old, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still traveling.

Don't visit, the six bridges have no letter, the matter goes to the flower committee, burying the incense in the jade, and several wind and rain. Long wave is jealous, the distant mountain is ashamed, the fishing lantern is divided into the spring river, remembering the time, and the short peach root crossing. Qinglou seems to be inscribed on the wall of defeat, and the tears and ink are bleak and dusty.

The dangerous pavilion is extremely hopeful, the grass is colorful, and the temples are half invaded. Dark spot inspection: spitting away from the traces, still dyed the shark silk, the phoenix is lost, and the dance is broken.

Attentive to be written, the book is long hateful, the blue glow and the sea sink over the geese, lovesickness, and the mourning pillar is played. Sad thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about the re-tricks, is the soul broken?

Song of the Cave Immortals Su Shi.

When Yu was seven years old, he saw Meizhou Lao Nun, surnamed Zhu, forgot his name, and was more than 90 years old. He said that he followed his teacher into the palace of Meng Chang, the lord of Shu.

One day, it was very hot, and the Lord of Shu and Mrs. Hua Rui enjoyed the cool Maha Pond at night, making a word. Zhu can remember it. Forty years later, Zhu died.

It's been a long time, people don't know this word, but remember the first two sentences, and spend time looking for taste, how can it be "Cave Immortal Song Order"? It is a cloud of foot.

Ice muscles and jade bones, cool and sweat-free. The wind in the water hall is full of dark fragrance.

The embroidery curtain is opened, a little bright moon peeps at people, people are not sleeping, and the pillow hairpin is chaotic.

Get up and carry your hands, the courtyard is silent, and you see the sparse stars crossing the river from time to time.

How was the night? The night has been three watches, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low.

But when will the west wind come? and unscrupulous, secretly changing over the years.

Fisherman's proud Zhu suit.

The light rain is delicate and the wind is slender, and the willows are green and smoky.

Love trees wet flowers can't fly.

Extremely sad, and spring pay and flowing water.

How much time can there be in ninety? The golden turtle has no solution.

Message to Dongcheng Gu Wine Market.

I got drunk, and now I am happy to cry for the year. Qingmen drink pet people Shiyan Huma hiss in the wind, the Han flag turns the snow, the clouds vomit again, and a rod is still shining.

The ancient trees are empty, the mountains are innumerable, and the sand and grass are exhausted.

The starry cherry blossom secluded house, sleepless at night, the lights are empty.

The fog is thick and fragrant, the ice is condensed and the tears are candles, and the frost is difficult to know.

I remember the little makeup for a long time. A cup is not finished, how much is left from the arms.

Drunk autumn waves, dreams of morning rain, are all waking up troubles.

There is a place of affection, endure thinking, and the ear has been said.

When the prancing horse returned, he recognized the greeting and chuckled.

Isn't there a theme limit?

I recommend Su Shi, when is the bright moon, going to the east of the big river, and fixing the storm, etc., it is good, that kind of spaciousness is very desirable.