Sheng Chazi·You Yuyan

Walking in shadows by the stream, the sky is at the bottom of the clear stream. There are moving clouds in the sky, and people are in the moving clouds. Who and Yu are singing high? Konggu Qingyin

Starts. Neither ghost nor immortal, just a song of peach blossom water.

Shengchazi

The spring snow has come all over the sky, and only half of the plum blossoms have arrived. I love the people who live by the snow the most, and I love them so much. Xueer prefers drinking, as long as the golden cup is full. Who said it was snowing and cold? The green sleeves are warm and dry.

Birth of Chazi

Last year the swallows came, deep in the curtain. The fragrant path returns to the mud, and all the instruments and books are stained. When swallows come this year, who will listen to their whispers? No one could see the curtain roller, but there was a burst of dusk rain.

Huanxi Sha

The elders argue that the rain is even and the brows are not as furrowed as last year. Thank you for your diligence, but you will be trapped in the dust. The singing of birds can sometimes persuade visitors, and Xiaotao

The scoundrel has already seduced people. Pear blossoms are also used as whiteheads.

Huanxi Sha

Sister Gao and his son are like a play in Sushan Temple

Flowers are now evenly powdered, why does Liu Yin have green eyebrows? The east wind blows the rain finer than dust. Laughing at yourself about the beautiful mountains is like lustful, but now

I cherish the trees more than I cherish the people. I have a new feeling of worry and hatred.

The dawn corner in the open air

The travel is prosperous at the beginning of time and the end of Chu, and a person can travel thousands of miles. Don't talk about old sorrows and new hatreds, the pavilion tree is like this now! I am tired of traveling as an official,

The beauty left me drunk. Tomorrow thousands of flowers will be eaten in cold weather. If you can stay here, you will be a good person.

Businessman

The bamboos are green and the mountains are cold, the sun is late and the mountains and rivers are twilight. There is no one in the secluded path, and there is no one to be alone. This hatred is countless. Just listen to the plum blossom language, lazily chase away the hairspring. Looking for spring but not the fragrance, the fragrance is nowhere to be found.

Picking mulberry seeds on the middle wall of Shubo Mountain Road

The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now I know all the sorrow,

I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I wanted to give up, but I said it was a cool autumn!

Picking mulberry seeds on the middle wall of Shubo Mountain Road

The smoke is thick and the dew is in the barren pond of willows, and the rain is washing and the sun is clear. The rain washes away and the sun shines, the spring breeze is just as green. I carried the pot and took off my trousers to urge me back.

I hate you so much. There are thousands of hatreds and thousands of emotions, and everyone is bored and complains.

Picking mulberry seeds

In this life, I will stop asking questions and rely on the dangerous building alone. Leaning alone in a dangerous building, I don’t believe that there is no sorrow in this world. It is the time for you to sleep,

You are here to retire. You, please return to your homeland and say that you will stay with the west wind for the rest of the year.

Bodhisattva Man·Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi

Under the clear river water of Yugu Terrace, many passersby shed tears in the middle! Looking northwest to Chang'an, there are countless mountains! The green mountains cannot cover it,

After all, it flows eastward. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains.

Bodhisattva Man·Shan Xin Pavilion is a tribute to Prime Minister Ye

The green mountains are full of words from masters, and countless thousands of horses come to them. The misty rain looked back, hoping that it would never come. People say that hair on one's head always fades away from sorrow. Clapping my hands and laughing at the sand gulls, my whole body is full of sorrow.

Qingpingle·Stay alone in Wang's Nunnery in Boshan

Rice hungry around the bed, bats turning over the lamp and dancing. The pine trees on the house are blown by the heavy rain, and I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows. He lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River all his life, and returned to China to become a pale man. Sleeping in a dream in the autumn night under the quilt, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before your eyes.

Qingpingle·Village

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, and the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. His favorite child is rogue, lying at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.

What Qing Ping Le·Jianxiao Shanyuan Shu saw

Lian Yun, pines and bamboos, everything will be settled from now on. The meat of Dongjia branch is leaning on the stick, and the liquor is first ripe on the bedside. In the West Wind Pear and Date Mountain Garden, a child steals a long pole. Don't scare others away. I'll just sit back and watch.

Ruan Lang returned to Leiyang Daozhong to recommend official gifts to Zhang Chufu

The lights in front of the mountain were almost dusk, and the clouds came and went on the top of the mountain. There are several villages in the sound of partridges, and old friends meet in Xiaoxiang. Waving a feather fan and arranging a turban, the young man is riding a horse in dust.

Nowadays, I am haggard and gifted to summon my soul, and my scholarly crown is so many that I miss my body!

Taichang Yin·Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival is a poem for Lu Shuqian

A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again. I drank the wine and asked [Nv Gen] E: What can I do if I am cheated on? Take a good ride on the wind

Go, thousands of miles in the sky, straight down to the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Po Suo, and you will see more humanity and clear light!

Moon on the Xijiang River·Walking on the yellow sand road at night

The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. Seven or eight starry sky

Outside, two or three points of rain fell in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.

Xijiang Moon

Drunk and greedy for laughter, but worried about how to gain time. Recently I have begun to realize that the ancient books are totally worthless. I was drunk last night beside the pine tree.

Please ask me how I feel about being drunk. I just want to help him if he is loose, push him away with his hands!

Xijiang Moon·Shier Cao paid for it with family affairs

Everything passes by in a flash, and the willows will decline first after a hundred years. What is most appropriate now? It's better to get drunk, to travel, to sleep. I have already taken advantage of the opportunity to complete the exam.

I will pay it in, and the income and expenditure will be measured. Nai Weng still took care of things, managing bamboos, mountains and water.

Langtaosha · Hearing the bell at midnight in the mountain temple

When I was born in a wine glass, everything was empty. There are three or five heroes from ancient times. Wherever the rain blows and the wind blows, there is the Han Palace and the Qin Palace. Dreaming about

Young people are singing and dancing in a hurry. The old monk mistakenly rang the bell in the middle of the night. I woke up from the west window and couldn't sleep, the west wind blew across the ground.

The flowers on the east slope are not red enough, but the strips are green. Under the heavy curtain, there are many songs in the corridor. Some people are asleep in spring, others are asleep in spring.

Songbirds break their dreams, clouds squint their eyes, and their fragrant gills turn red as they rise. Love and sorrow go hand in hand with flowers. Luo skirt is more than half, Luo skirt is more than half

Partridge Sky

Some guests talked about fame and fame with great enthusiasm, and because they recalled the events of their youth, they staged plays

The banners of the prime of life support thousands of men, and the brocade [衤James] Riding suddenly across the river at the beginning. Yan Bing Ye [Women's Football] Yin Hu [Ge Lu], Han

The arrow flies towards the golden servant girl. Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain my white mustache. But he exchanged ten thousand words of military strategy for a book planted by his employer.

Partridge Sky

The tender mulberries on the road are broken, and some silkworm seeds are already growing in the east. The fine grass in the plain hills chirps yellow calves, and in the cold forest there are dusk crows in the setting sun. The mountains are far away

The roads are sloping, and there are people selling wine in Qingqi. The peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the shepherd's purse flowers are blooming in the spring at Xitou.

Partridge Day · Visiting the wall of a drunken book restaurant in Ehu Lake

Shepherd's purse flowers are blooming on the plain in spring, and crows are falling after the rain after the new plowing. Passionate white? Spring is helpless. In the evening, Qinglian wine is easy to get on credit. Leisurely

state of leisure, fine life, there are mulberries and hemp on the west bank of the bullpen. Whose daughter is wearing a green skirt and a black mantle? I went to see my mother-in-law while silkworms were growing.

Partridge Sky

If you want to look for spring, you will be lazy and come back. How about taking a stroll for two or three drinks? The mountain talent is so good that you are still tired after walking, and the rain is early when the poem is not finished. Carrying a bamboo stick

Mounting shoes, vermilion and pink wild wormwood are blooming. Whose cold food goes to Ningnu? Smiling softly comes to Sangmo.

Partridge Sky·Thematic Cottage

The flocks of chickens and ducks are too late to be harvested, and mulberries and hemp grow over the top of the house hill. What's not to envy me? I can't rest until I'm full. New willows

Trees, old sandbanks, where the stream flows last year. He said that if he gave birth to children here, he would marry Zhou if he did not marry into the Jin family.