Under the peach tree, the waves are full, and the reed mat bed is laid first, not to mention copper coins.

Three glasses of turbid white wine, a few words. When you go home, smile with her.

The last pen

One day and two days of madness have passed 36 thousand games. His new knowledge is like asking questions. He should only wander in a foreign land. The lonely picture of sunset

Draw a bead curtain in the misty water, and the sunset is lonely and traceless. I want to see Wang Nanhai for thousands of years, so I can borrow a gust of wind from the Dragon King. Changmen is this thing.

The paradise on earth is Wuzhong, where there are changmen and good people. Cui Sleeve is 3,000 yuan upstairs and downstairs, and millions of dollars are in the west and east. Even in Wugeng, He Jia never said anything, and the words from four distant places are always different. If a painter paints, it is difficult for him to paint. The second part of "sigh the world"

Everything is providence, so why bother trying? You are always satisfied with three meals a day and get a sail. When everything is born, it will harm everyone. The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. feeling

No meditation without alchemy. Eat and sleep when you are hungry. Life brush and poem brush, lace and willow edge. Spring is old in the mirror, and lovers are in the same month before the lamp. Ten thousand games of happy drunkenness, the idle people in the world go to heaven. Yan Huai

Fifty years of laughter, dancing and singing. There is joy in flowers and sleep in the moon. Passing names in the sea. Who said there was no money to buy drinks? Poetry and Fu are ashamed to call themselves authors. Many people say I am a fairy. Some things need to be done. Don't lose an inch of your heart. Poems for Wang Ning

Who do you care about when you sing a poem with four rhymes? A white head is a good flower, but a bright moon is hard to shine on wine. I am fortunate to have a day off and a thousand years of fun; A lot of things happen all the time. Why don't you ask me? Disappointed words

It is strange to be disappointed when you are young, and it is easy to fall into gossamer. Why don't you feel sad every spring What is not pitiful about love? Snow on the pear cup, smoke in the dream of Baling grass, golden tears on the sleeve of the future, and white bone meditation on the case. After thinking about it, I should not regret it, so I went to the front of the yard with my clothes in my arms.

Wine song of the moon

Li Bai's poems are the original moon, which only Li Bai's poems can tell. Now that Li Bai has passed away, how long is the moon in the sky? Today, people are still singing Li Bai's poems, and the bright moon is still like Li Bai's poems. I learn from Li Bai's understanding of the bright moon, white, bright moon! Li Bai can make poems to nourish the spirit. I have a hundred cups of poems today. Although I am ashamed that I don't have Li Bai's talent, I don't feel ugly. I don't go aboard, and I don't sleep. There is a small house outside Gusu, with thousands of trees and peaches all over the sky. Ode to the poor

If ten dynasties wind and rain are in a coma, eight wives are hungry. Xin is an old fool, and no one comes to buy a poem. Castle peak is white-haired, old and stubborn, and writing is hard. The paddy field people on the lake don't want it. Who will buy me to paint Zhongshan? A deserted village cries in the wind and rain, and a kettle shames an old wife. Try to write a new bamboo to sell. The price of bamboo shoots in the city is as low as mud. Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are always useless, and occasional livelihood is also included. Ken thought he had less money, but one day Mr Ji Ye became poor. Whiteboard door red fence, wife and children beside geese and ducks. Natural interests are hard to describe, and you won't feel hungry without smoking for three days.

Peach blossom temple song

Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian. Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them. When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers. Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom year after year. I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots. Car dust and clues show things, and wine is hidden in snuff. If the revealer is compared to a hermit, one is underground and the other is in heaven. If we compare Hua San to chariots and horses, I will have no leisure. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.