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感,怕荒台高处,更不胜情。向尊前、又忆漉酒插花人。只座上、已无老兵。凄情。浅醉还醒。愁不肯、与诗平。记长楸走马,雕弓笮柳,前事休评。紫萸一枝传赐,梦谁到、汉家陵。尽乌纱、便随风去,要天知道,华发如此星星。歌罢涕零。洞仙歌燕窠香湿...
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http://www.chinakongzi.org/kzsf/wxxs/mingpian/quansongci/200705/t20070522_2172958.htm
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2007-05-22
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感,怕荒台高处,更不胜情。向尊前、又忆漉酒插花人。只座上、已无老兵。凄情。浅醉还醒。愁不肯、与诗平。记长楸走马,雕弓笮柳,前事休评。紫萸一枝传赐,梦谁到、汉家陵。尽乌纱、便随风去,要天知道,华发如此星星。歌罢涕零。洞仙歌燕窠香湿...
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http://www.chinakongzi.org/kzsf/wxxs/mingpian/quansongci/200705/t20070522_2172958.htm
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2007-05-22
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