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Volume 57 1_ 1 Ancient Meaning Jia Dao
It's boring and has a history of one hundred years. People with lofty ideals are always pregnant, and good horses are full of days.
Everyone is not idle, who is a bosom friend? There are two lines of tears in my eyes, and I have already hanged three jade confessions.
Volume 57 1_2 "Looking at the Mountain" Jia Dao
Three miles south of the mountain, no more than ten days. Stand in the rain and look at it like a friend.
Yi Long washes thousands of springs in one wave. It rains every day, worrying about killing the mountain people.
The good times won't last long, and a strong wind is coming. Yi Yin swept away, Cui Hao wrote abroad.
There are millions of families in Chang 'an, and each family has a new screen. Whose home is the best mountain, I would like to be its neighbor.
Volume 57 1_3 "Beiyue Temple" Jia Dao
There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Heng Yue lives in the north. Rocks pile up thousands of pounds, bizarre and unpredictable.
People dare not enter, and the temple is dark during the day. Sometimes it rains, and the world is sprinkled.
God bless, Yongkang is my kingdom.
Volume 57 1_4 [Hungry] Jia Dao
There are firewood mountains in the city, and this house is smoke-free. There is a fountain at the bottom of the well, and the kettle is empty.
I want to see the day when snow will fill the sky. Sit and smell Xi Zhuang Qin, freezing two or three strings.
The ancients said that hunger is nothing to others.
Volume 57 1_5 "Crying Lutong" Jia Dao
Sages die without officials, and those who don't kiss are also sad. Empty makes old ghosts cry and new neighbors.
For forty years, I only wore white cloth. Who will chase the hell if the son of heaven is not called?
Chang' an has friends, let it go. The inscription on the side of the tomb is short and the lines are uneven.
I don't have the money to buy rare plants, so I grow my own branches of wormwood. Give me an article of the day, which will make me cry.
In this respect, I am afraid of losing my legacy.
Volume 57 1_6 "The swordsman (narrative sword)" Jia Dao
After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness. Today, you are like a gentleman, who is unfair.
Volume 57 1_7 "Slogan" Jia Dao
In the middle of the night, I suddenly got up with this hundred feet of spring. Trees are thousands of years old and full of stars.
Volume 57 1_8 Send Far to Jia Dao.
Don't be so depressed that you can't nourish fat skin. It is better to know why than why.
Hate should be less, but hate is hard to get rid of. There is running water in the south and flying fish in the north.
Fish fly to the North Sea and can send distant books. I don't hesitate to send distant books, so my old friend is not here now.
Besides, being a few feet tall, I blocked his way to Wan Li. Unless it is the sun and the moon, it is difficult to know the body.
Volume 57 1_9 "Zhai Zhong" Jia Dao
Single crystal is not absurd, but its nature is poor. As soon as I put a pillow in the middle of lent, I can't feel the sunset.
A low title hinders the porch, and a few virtues thank you. The chrysanthemum is in the shade of the wall, and the autumn calyx is not open.
The sick horse you eat is like a moving shadow. If you want to be forced to flee, you can't be bound by words.
We have seen enough rain, so we should be rich in vegetables and medicines.
Volume 57 1_ 10 Autumn Jia Dao
Business spirit is coming, and old China is empty. Clouds cover the strange peaks, and the rain is scattered at dusk.
Hey, cool leaves, count the shadows. The empty pavilion in the sunset, I returned to the distant mountains and clear water.
There used to be a feeling of autumn, but now people are different. These four orders have been going on for a hundred years, and the propaganda has turned white.
Noisy and selfish, disrupting the same track. I don't care about the world, go and suppress the stones.
Volume 57 1_ 1 1 "Playing with the Moon" Jia Dao
The cold moon breaks the northeast, and Jia Sheng stands in the southwest. What does the southwest stand on? On the green cedar.
There have been several stars in recent months, but their names are not well known. But love depends on the moon and I depend on three.
It's hard to get on the Chinese fir if you don't get on the moon. Look at the child, his eyes are swollen like cassia twig.
Eyes are often hot, and farsightedness is not annoying. Touch the clothes with your hands, the dew is wet.
After a long time, my feet were frozen and the stock flooded. After a long illness, my foot was broken, but the stork was sticky.
Someone else should be asleep. Go to this scene. This scene is also involved, and I am bitter and slutty.
No different from ordinary people. I don't know how many people are greedy this night.
I'm too busy to read it, but I'm not going to write back to my pillow. Looking forward to sleeping and fasting step by step, step by step will feel unbearable.
Step to the west of the bamboo grove and look east like a curtain. But sitting outside the bamboo forest, thinking clearly and diving.
People who love the moon are willing to become toads.
Volume 57 1_ 12 "Zhi Xin" Jia Dao
A pair of chitose cranes bid farewell to lonely Hong Xiang. It's dusk on the island, and it's cold and rainy.
Smelling beautiful bombs from others is the same as mourning. I am eager to go around and bow beside him.
Yun Fei North Gome, Xishan fiery red. Why is Daiyuan, a gift in the snow.
Volume 57 1_ 13 "A Que Xing and Zhu" Jia Dao
The mysterious bird is male and female, and the spring thunder is shocked. The yellow river mud in your mouth is empty.
Mix stayed home all night, leaving all the chickens behind. Double finches embrace righteousness, eat and eat.
Chickens are flying and clouds are chirping. Although the sparrow is small, it is ashamed and sincere.
It is difficult for a bird to express itself, but thanks to the master's book.
Volume 57 1_ 14 "Hanging Spring Sticks" Jia Dao
Li Xiaoxing Water Tower, from dusk to hanging spring, Lin Yue is covered by clouds, and the mountain lights are sad.
Volume 57 1_ 15 "The Debater" Jia Dao
Debaters destroy many things, but don't talk about their own mistakes. Tigers kill violently and casually, and never bite their wives and children.
If I feel this way, who should I ask? Begging for food to feed young birds, spitting out good words.
Be kind to the gentleman and cover up the defects.
Volume 57 1_ 16 "Don't bully others" Jia Dao
You don't bully the stars above or the ghosts below. Get to know each other and say something.
Fish tastes fresh, and Polygonum cuspidatum tastes spicy. Dig a well to flow, make friends to end.
This statement is true, the enemy is 30 thousand autumn.
Volume 57 1_ 17 "quatrains" by Jia Dao
There is a bright moon at the bottom of the sea and a bright moon in the sky. An inch of light can buy thousands of miles of spring.
Volume 57 1_ 18 "Yuxing" Jia Dao
Don't live in a dark room. Open your eyes and close them. Don't run to the blue sky, you can't fly.
Dark rooms are uninhabitable, and the blue sky is unstoppable. Advise you to cross the crane, and the clouds will lead to the sun.
Volume 57 1_ 19 "Wandering Immortals" Jia Dao
Riding by a lonely crane, I have been flying high recently. Wash away the old appearance of the river and shine according to the moon.
The cranes in the sky are straight, and the cranes in the sky are full. Come back without riding a crane, you have your own wings.
If a person has no immortal bones, he will get tired of eating.
Volume 57 1_20 "Singing on the Pillow" Jia Dao
The nights are long and the days are long, and thousands of poems are sung on the pillow. Why is it bitter and cold and suddenly blown by the east wind?
The ice cracked, the fish and dragons didn't like each other, and the sky was full of Luqi.
Volume 57 1_2 1 Jia Dao's Pisces Ballad (see Korean and Japanese professional book Meng Changzhou's short poems).
Tianhe fell into the middle of our court. Grasp the snow outside your feet and split your intestines.
Seeing that you are greedy and short-tongued, you can burn incense around your neighbors. First, what you get is ancient poetry, which is different from jade.
Volume 57 1_22 "Xiao Shui Nostalgia" Jia Dao
Jing Qing emphasized the importance of virtual death and the history before the book. I sigh, who will talk for a while?
Today, the Yishui Bridge is chilly. Xiao Shui is exhausted, and Jing Qing's name is unnecessary.
Volume 57 1_23 "Get up early" Jia Dao
The north guest enters Xijing, and the north geese leave the north again. Sleeping alone in autumn, Tissot stars fall and weave.
Have fun, relax and look around. The road is short, and the mirror advises the fairy to eat.
The way out is vertical and horizontal, and Zhangjia Road is the straightest. I dreamed of reading last night, and Zhang Jiating went to the wall.
Volume 57 1_24 "Ke Xi" Jia Dao
Guest happiness is not really happy, and guest sorrow is not really sad. A hundred letters went home, but I didn't.
If you don't come back for a long time, you will be full of worries. I spit out my sadness, but I still heard it.
Often afraid of tears, self-harm eyes shine. Although there is silk in the sideburns, it is difficult to weave cold clothes.
Volume 57 1_25 "Life Extension and Excavate She Lives in Jia Dao"
Travel to avoid the China Pavilion, cold and cheerless building silly. There are no numerous plants in the short yard, and the fruit is strong in spring.
The side of the house wasted the fulcrum, so I lay down when I was slim. Eyes and ears are wells, lungs and liver are rock peaks.
After drinking the spring water, you can see my leisure and quiet. First frost Youzi is here, and the cold butterfly is broken.
Who are you chasing? You will find yourself thin.
Volume 57 1_26 "To the Zen Master Zhi Lang" Jia Dao
Master knows very well that the Jade Rabbit Pool has no bottom. People here are miserable, and they have always hated steep hair.
Cry in the Confucius Temple, laugh in the meditation room. Sit with the shadow of the castle peak and learn the white pagoda bone.
Listen without fiddling, Buddha without courtesy. Want to ask the teacher something, suddenly say goodbye to me.
The gift-giving rate is far-reaching, and the words are not Confucius.
Volume 57 1_27 "Send Shen Xiucai to the East" Jia Dao
People who speak ill are as sweet as silk. Whoever speaks frankly is as harsh as a long cone.
Shen is very handsome and has a pure heart. A gentleman avoids sexual intercourse and chooses to make friends as his teacher.
Destroy the mouth of the sick man and make it into the ritual department. It is not shameful to be the eldest son, but it is shameful to leave.
The east is far from home, and it will be uneven when it falls. Zhejiang cloud meets Wu and meets Chu.
Don't look back next spring.
Volume 57 1_28 "The reward of living on the master" Jia Dao
The night is long and the city is idle, and the feelings are in the mountains. The new moon has a faint glow and the room is empty.
Although the world knows the opportunity, I have more secrets. Loose posture makes you see wax and hedge medicine know spring.
Quietly looking at the ice and snow words, massiness is the reward of giving face. Lin Dong is wandering around. It's time to climb.
Volume 57 1_29 "Winter Moon, Chang 'an Rain, See the South Snow" Jia Dao
The autumn festival is new and the rain is thin. Xi-feng felt a little, but the residual drops were still there.
Gas invaded the waterfall water, freezing the Baiyun Cave. Today, geese are flying and it is raining at dusk.
People who miss the stone house don't close the snow door.
Volume 57 1_30 "Sending a Dream to Jia Dao"
I cry for the past, but I won't cry for Luqi. Tears shed at dusk, laurel branches are about to drip.
After the winter festival, the centrifugal north wind blows. Sitting in the lonely snow, when spring falls on the stone bridge.
It's hard not to be surprised and angry when insulting a gentleman. If you want to pay for being old, you can't stick to it for long.
Leaning against the corner window, the king's house is clearly visible.
Volume 57 1_3 1 "and Liu Han" Jia Dao
Jing Guan began to fog, and the savage was still idle. Living in an acre behind closed doors, there are ancient styles in it.
It's noon, and the window dreams of Nanshan. Trees cover the North Village, and birds sing in it.
The day before yesterday, a monk from Yuan Yue came with a switch. The new question scared me thin, and what I saw in the mirror was an ugly face.
Tao Qing cherishes violet, who can climb this idea?
Volume 57 1_32 "Lonely Fish in Moon Mountain" Jia Dao
The moon grows in the eyes and in the heart. It is difficult to find an idea when it is in front of you.
Try to see the bright moon, Xia Shu covers the cen. I miss him and sigh, but I am glad to forget the forest.
Outside the hometown of Beiyue, feelings spread far and wide. I'd rather shrink my pulse than wait for grace.
I don't want to show off, but I don't think he is invading. Or Yue Yun Paris, singing around the thatched cottage.
When you come from Lingyin, you will go to Berlin.
The volume 57 1_33 "for Zhang taizhu" Jia Dao.
The characters are taller and older, and they are the flowers of Chuyang in spring. Lingling under the moon fell into the sea one by one.
If you have a son who is afraid to make peace, you will hear a thousand sighs. Lying in the mud in the northeast, hanging soul in the southwest.
Take a chestnut in your hand and attribute the credit to a light sleep. The water is bright and the sun is warm.
I went to a secluded mountain and sent someone to find a medicine to go home. If you want to buy a pair of Qiong Yao, you don't have papaya.
Volume 57 1_34 "Ode to Han Jizi" Jia Dao
A thousand stones and a foot wall, on the night of August 15th. Clear dew falls osmanthus, Bai Niao dances white.
Volume 57 1_35 [Farewell] to Jia Dao
Husband is not proud and has low behavior. If you play the pipa repeatedly, you will know your bosom friend.
Volume 57 1_36 "On the way to Han Yu" with a new essay "Jia Dao
I have a new poem on my sleeve. I want to see Hans Zhang. Bamboo has no wings, so Wan Li said.
Looking up at the sky, clouds and snow are pressing on my brain. Lost in Nanshan, full of melancholy.
The northwest wind is blowing, and I would like to become a grass. I was surprised to hear only this language.
Volume 57 1_37 "Go to the valley to see Fujian and travel around the rivers and lakes" Jia Dao
Don't sigh and divide, how many are close at hand. Jiang Lou arrives at night and sees Nantaiyue.
Volume 57 1_38 "Reward Yao Shaofu" Jia Dao
Next to the pillow where the moon leans, I satirized Xia. When is the festival now, and the insects are stinging.
A late ceremony involves pride, and thinking about illness adds astringency. Servants who do such foolish things pay tribute to guests.
For example, in Kyushu, there is a cone. Bullying the dark and being less pregnant, it is self-evident that you have shed tears.
Without the number of soldiers, I sincerely want to kill Mao Ge. The original pavilion was climbed up, and the pond boat even entered.
The combination of deep bamboo and wood makes it stormy in the evening. Wages and benefits are equally divided, and the price is annoying.
Delete a hundred, and one life is not enough. Canglang fools return, and bosom friends promote learning.
Volume 57 1_39 "Meng Jiao" Jia Dao
There is loneliness in the month, and the world listens to the wind. Jiangnan has a song, and Haibei is strange to it.
Let it drift and rest coldly and hold it in your arms. Stop is full, push is invisible.
I know about the snow-capped mountains, but I have an empty sentence. I will get what I really want, and I will be deeply interested.
Before recording the lonely lamp, I still hated the ending of a hundred songs. A crazy machine is sung, and a thousand diseases are stubborn.
The plane of life has not been handed in, and the dream will never be the same. Who is the teacher? Who is the teacher?
I want to follow its trail, but you can attack it. It is easy to get full when sipping waves, but it is difficult to follow danger.
I entered Los Angeles the year before last, but I was hindered by mistakes. Pingjia belongs to Zhao, and the clouds are long and lingering.
Every time I can reach Songhai, the distance is far away. The lungs and intestines are inclined to the original, and they all enter the phoenix tree.
Volume 57 1_40 "A Generation of Border Generals" Jia Dao
Hold the edge of the sun, and the clouds will be closed after the war. Cry cold when the grass is exposed, and sing long in the spring at night.
Hold the iron in three feet and run for the bull. Serving the country is not expensive, and anger will be flat.
Volume 57 1_4 1 "To Liu Qichu" Jia Dao
Walking is different from lying down. Walking will be different. When the window is a big tree, there is Wan Liyun on it.
I don't care about it, just like a group of people. Friends go further, but books never burn.
I heard cicadas, but I didn't smell cicadas. Looking back at the end of the year, talking about the fragrance of Guangxi.
Volume 57 1_42 "Send Qiuru" Jia Dao
The ground is lighter in the vicinity and heavier in the distance. No matter how many sides there are, they are very precious.
I have frosted several times since I lost my laughter. This heart hangs and the sky is solid.
The autumn wind is high in Chang 'an, and the son is in Dongdian County. The appearance of letters is silent, and the wind and rain are good.
It is not easy to rely on a pen and ink inkstone and people to report news. I can't satisfy my heart, but I must enjoy you to the fullest.
Volume 57 1_43 "Send Shang Chen" to Jia Dao
The old road is full of thorns, and the new road intersects. You found an ancient method in the wild hazel tree.
Stepping on the road of sage, you look like a Zen man. I used to talk at night as if I were listening to a lecture.
I counted them several times and climbed to the first place yesterday. There is no fireworks at the bottom of the pot, and the emperor is in Beijing.
When visiting a guest's distant room, the host must have a keen eye. Qingyun is not a green hill, when will it rise again?
Volume 57 1_44 "Sending a School Book to Xia Ji" Jia Dao
From Beijing to Rongzhou, there are many horses on board. Rongzhou is thousands of miles away and goes straight to the end of the world.
Remember how to proofread books by hand? That's not called high flowers. Without hesitation, becoming a monk is like being at home.
In the city in early July, the summer heat is not bad. You go to the wild, and the hillside is cool in autumn.
The south is different from the north. There is no dust in the wind. Qin Chuze, Osmanthus fragrans in the sea.
I'll wake up after a while.
Volume 57 1_45 "Send a friend" Jia Dao
We haven't seen each other for half a year and haven't heard from each other. Depending on the article, you will sing when you are homesick.
I'm always tired of tracking, you know. Don't abandon the pen and ink stone, Su Zhang is Lu Chen.
But if you put your tongue in your mouth, you should be satisfied. Look at the moonlit night, Song Guihansen.
Volume 57 1_46 "Answer to Wang Shen" Jia Dao
Don't treat each other, fight at four o'clock. If you think of autumn first, you will know the sound of insects.
Frost is loose and old, and the moon is like a mirror. Poetry belongs to the same scene, and Qin sits alone in the classroom to listen.
Huang Jujie, not about the heart. In every essay, the breeze is leisurely singing.
Volume 57 1_47 "Yan" Jia Dao
Living in Yanshou, in order to live next door to Yankang. I don't love Yankangli. I love the people here.
People are not ten years old, people are not nine relatives. People have fairy tales, and smoke leads to spring.
Volume 57 1_48 "Playing for Friends" Jia Dao
A day without writing poetry, the heart is like an abandoned well. Brush inkstone is pulley, chanting is slap.
The Korean army came, and it was still cold. Books are like people, and there are many hardships between the lines.
Volume 57 1_49 [Yuxing] Jia Dao
It is actually a collection of roads and has more appearances. When the mountain spring enters the city, it naturally produces muddy waves.
Today, I care about my words, and I am in the public. There is a rhyme piano, how about a bosom friend.
I have been grateful all my life, and my words are abrupt. I can't smell the city, but I miss my rocks.
Flattery is none of my business, the sun and the moon are just wasted. There is nothing else in a thousand years.
Volume 57 1_50 "Huai Zheng Cong Zhi" Jia Dao
The west wind blows clouds, and the rain and snow gather at midnight. I suddenly remembered people in the world and looked at buckets and cows.
I don't want to see an old friend for two years. There are two rumors, who is planning ahead.
Ping Ming wrote a book and sent it to the northeast ship. Spring returns to birds, and it is a horse.