Second, it tastes better, relatively drunk and tired.

Third, life seems illusory and will eventually be empty.

Fourth, people are idle, and the night is quiet and empty.

Five, providence pity grass, the world is fine.

Six, the sky is high and the clouds are pale and the moon is white, and seagulls know it.

Seven, the mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

Eight, pine nuts fall on the mountain, and you seem to be awake.

Nine, peace of mind is soft, there is no ancient and modern.

X. in my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Xi。 Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .

Thirteen, the village is far away, and there is smoke in the Yiyi market.

Fourteen, the song is actually a polyphonic song, holding a bamboo pole.

Fifteen, there is a real meaning in this statement, I forgot to say it.

Sixteen, this river transcends heaven and earth, where the colors of mountains are both there and there.

Seventeen, the voice is too low to be heard by anyone except my partner, Mingyue.

18. I can't get tired of seeing it, but Jingting Mountain.

Nineteen, the stone room is quiet, and the ice pool is full of shadows.

Twenty, after the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn night.

Twenty one. I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.

22 years old, now, near my village, I dare not ask a question when I meet people.

Twenty-three, that will be exposed, and it is intended to be a crane.

Twenty-four, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan.

Twenty-five years old, how wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

Twenty-six, ask yourself what you can do, the heart is far from biased.

27. My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .

Twenty-eight, Kyushu is furious, and thousands of troops are sad.

Twenty-nine, hate the present, thousands of things, only parting is sad and happy.

Thirty, the moon is bright tonight, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si.

At the age of thirty-one, he is infatuated with love, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.

Thirty-two, thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine flags the wind.

Thirty-three, all evil poems are sung, and a pot of good drunkenness sells spring.

Thirty-four, just your comment reminds me of your dynasty and dusk.

35. In retrospect, it was always rain or shine.

Thirty-six, because I have to stay for half a day when I hear the monk's words in the bamboo yard.

Thirty-seven, the sky meets clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance.

Thirty-eight, Xiao He only shows sharp corners, and dragonflies have long stood on it.

Thirty-nine, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood.

Forty, I wish I were like a star, like the moon, shining every night.

Forty-one, heartbroken every year, moonlit, short Matsuoka.

Forty-two, there is no one in the deep lane, and pear blossoms are everywhere.

Forty-three, I slept for a long time and thought mercilessly, watching the children catch willow branches.

Forty-four, sentimental peony contains spring tears, and weak roses lie on the branches.

Forty-five, don't come in the middle of the night, knock on the chess pieces and drop the snuff.

Forty-six, come like a spring dream, go like a cloud.

Forty-seven, peach blossoms are gradually flowing, and there is no heaven and earth.

Forty-eight, the pear flower garden dissolves the moon, and the catkin pond is faint.

Forty-nine, the crystal curtain is cool and the roses are full of fragrance.

Fifty, when you are sick, you have no thoughts, and when you are old, you will be idle.

51. The real pleasure is to be indifferent to things that live outside. Forgetting your mobile phone is mostly a hidden rooftop.

Fifty-two, laugh at the ups and downs of the world. Sit around and shake a pot of tea.

Fifty-three, even if monks really hate guests, they are indifferent vimo.

Fifty-four, drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.

55. The smoke in Han Xiao is light, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.

Fifty-six, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I won't regret it. Will make people haggard for Iraq.

Fifty-seven, return the pearl to tears, and hate not to meet before marriage.

Fifty-eight, who would be happy with this idea, should know the green mountains and green waters.

Fifty-nine, the meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but mountains and rivers.

Sixty, tears are sealed, and life is only difficult to die.

Sixty-one, Qingshan tirelessly has three glasses of wine, and it takes only one game of chess in a long day.

Sixty-two, not indifferent, not quiet, not far away.

Sixty-three, the weather is fine and folk music, and several boats return to the flute and drum.

Sixty-four, what's wrong with getting drunk for you I'm afraid I'll break people's intestines when I wake up.

At the age of sixty-five, I went to Old Yue Ming Road again. My cuffs are fragrant and cold, and my heart is bitter than Qiulian.

Sixty-six, straw sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid, a misty rain will last a lifetime.

Sixty-seven, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

Sixty-eight, no intention to stay and watch the flowers bloom before the court; Don't be surprised, look at the clouds in the sky.

69. I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today.

Seventy, chaotic mountains and rivers, remember where tired. Do you know that red candles in small windows shine on bleak nights?

Seventy-one, the mountains have no graves, the rivers are inexhaustible, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are one, and I dare to break with you.

Seventy-two, the cloister is an inch of acacia land, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.

Seventy-three, affectionate, but always ruthless, only feel that I can't laugh before I die. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.

Seventy-four, sing if you win, and grieve if you lose. If you get drunk today, you will worry about your troubles tomorrow.

Seventy-five, when a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during festivals. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Seventy-six, the time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Seventy-seven, drunk dreams all day long, suddenly smelling spring to climb the mountain. I'm going to stay for half a day because of the monk's words.