At this moment, Zhao Ding, who had been cautiously silent for a long time, couldn't help but glance at Zhang Jun. The latter understood and knew that it was not easy for the former to show up at this time, so he stepped forward, cupped his hands and smiled: "Guan family, Mr. Lu and the officials and ministers

We have been together for four or five years and have achieved great things. Today I am resigning. Don't the officials have a good poem to give me? I remember last month when Yue Dutong resigned, the officials said: "There are three hundred and sixty days in a year, so many

It’s the cross-gear and horse-drawn carriage that are used to comfort each other. It can be said to be a wonder of simplicity..."

Zhao Jiu also laughed, but pointed to the sky: "Are you confused, Deyuan? Where are you going to write new poems and lyrics today? There is only one piece of old poems and lyrics."

Lu Hao asked the following. Several chief ministers, including Yang Yizhong, were each startled, but when they raised their heads, they almost all woke up.

The word says:

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, the light will make you sleepless.

There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being happy when we say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
Chapter completed!