There is no custom in the north window, and it is cool in the dog days. On the day of Jade Bird's Nest, the wind can make the bed. The lamp is divided into new tea, and the stove is full of fragrance. But the scarf on the shore is gone, and there is wild water everywhere. North window
Half-life cicadas sit in the north window and still leave the urn for the next year. I got a hundred gold when I bought a book, only to find that a word is like a pair of white jade. Old-fashioned, thinking and swallowing dreams, Zhuang You used to fish for Bajiang. Cold is born because of autumn, and the pen power is finally embarrassing. North window
The north window is intended to be proud of the emperor, and the taste of returning to the garden is longer. Calves are born through the star plough, and silkworms are hungry to catch the rain and pick green mulberry. Confucian scholar Zhu Mo started a winter school, and the temple history was locked in prison. Since then, although the temples are like snow, it does not prevent them from hitting the soil and praising the Tang Dynasty. North window
White-headed officials are only imprisoned for themselves, and the green lights are bright and the north window is quiet. Even the wind and rain dream for thousands of miles, and the rivers and lakes worry for half their lives. I am lonely in gold chain mail, and I am tired of swimming empty to hug mink and fur. Bating's night hunting is still enjoyable, and he dares to hate the general for being old. North window
When the clouds open, I see snow in the mountains, and the courtyard quietly smells the wind. The official goes to lie down and suspects that he is not on earth. North window
The cold spring breaks the lotus root, which is long and fragrant. Go to bed at noon, turn immediately, and no one can cool the north window. North window
Begging for bones, floating words from the holy court. The bamboo head is enough, but the tung tail can't help burning. Short brown sewing cloth, picking seedlings at breakfast.
The wind and frost are on the wild goose road and the lights are burning. Long-term guests greet you, and slaves are lonely. Leaves are singing in the north window, and I am worried about the night. North window
The old man is weak day and night and often lies on his back. Make a book between the windows, and all saints are right. Gaodong passengers lose rice and beads come out; Nanshan monks pay for tea, and the snow falls; My son is a poor man, too. Give up when you are hungry, and all your thoughts are spinning. Idle and free from vulgarity, pure heart and Taoism. Sleep makes samadhi. It's not bad to hang a crown, thank you. In the court, Shi Cang, this guest is really outside. North window
Yan should be less than five feet long, and a surname can drink a stone. The fame of the old man is not enough to sigh, and the funny world is not what it used to be. When I made friends for a while, I didn't expect Pengmen to be silent now! Chen Shi has been a scholar for thousands of years, so this is a regrettable world that has long died. Sven shows that there is life in the end, and Tao calmly promotes non-manpower. I am an old farmer in Jishan today. I/kloc-what's the advantage of not dying at the age of 0/00? There must be someone in the afterlife who can hide as an enemy? Don't be surprised at your madness, but you are still silent at the north window. North window
The broken house is screaming and singing, and a window is dancing everywhere. Every time readers sigh that there are fewer peers, they know that there are more days of accidents. Clouds wet sandbars, geese fall in autumn and rain comes, and catfish sing at night. When will this ship be updated? Left with a bottle of drunken green radish. North window
At noon, before the curtains and shadows staggered, the mountains and rivers were raining. Poetry without outstanding sentences is indeed a failure, but Zhu Yan's wine is disappointing! Haiyan manages the nest to chaos, and Wu silkworm sleeps for three times. Quan Ming realized my son's wish, and he burned himself with his head.
North window
Light rain clears up, and the north window is clear. However, due to poor politics and lack of literature, I lay listening to the sound of swallows in the curtains. North window
Nine strangers are busy at dawn and dusk, lovers love themselves, and the north window is cool. Yin Qing slightly changed the rhythm of the old poems and copied the new noodles with beautiful words. In spring, the vegetation has gone and the piano books have begun to grow. I broke the Qiang for a long time, and I broke the bronze seal.
Beichuang began to get sick.
A Hunger is unbearable, and the situation is getting worse. More appreciated by the weather, deceiving the devil. The dust on the roadside started the frequency barrier fan, and the waves outside the door were clear, leaving tassels. Don't hate customs for your heart, it's the return journey under the guest star temple.
Bei Chuang Huai you
Middle-aged people are obsessed with Mu Xiong Xiong, and the white-headed people finally place their hopes on size. Stay away from the world and be afraid of falling into heresy. It's still a shame to look up at the sky. Mi Dou soup is too rich. Fortunately, there is a lecture at the north window, so who are you with?
The north window is a good place.
Mao Heng repaired the secluded house on his own, sweeping the floor and burning incense was more than enough. When sharing food, you can eat it under the eaves and often regret the fish in the pond. I lost my face when I swam home, and I couldn't open my book when I slept. Idle around, idle away all day long, do not hesitate to laugh at the world.
The north window is a good place.
The north window suits me best, and the whole world doesn't know. After dredging the well for the first time, when the mountains and rivers are clear. Is it necessary to eat salmon dishes for a simple meal? Have you ever set up a tent? ? Fortunately, there was a crutch by the bed, and I didn't sigh my failure when I boarded the ship.
Beichuan Wu's poems are due to Fu.
In the past 20 years, I have traveled all over the world, and I have sent it to Zhou Nan. Double geese play in the rain pond, and autumn leaves blow. Yan's temple is anxiously looking at the mirror, and Jiangshan repeats his fear of going upstairs. There are thousands of career poems in my life, and the remaining manuscripts are handed down everywhere.
Du Fu
Climb the peak
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
An ancient poem expressing joy with beautiful scenery
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. (Su Shi)
Lonely pu boundless water, lotus flowers bloom at night.
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water surface is flat at the foot of the cloud. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, new swallows peck at spring mud, flowers are more and more colorful, and shallow grass can have no horseshoes. I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are different. Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.
Chunti Lake
(Tang) Bai Juyi
The spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the chaotic peaks are scattered around the checkpoint. There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon. Early rice is pumped by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt shows Xinpu. I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake.
In Wang Yanna's Su Gong Di in the Ming Dynasty, there is a poem that "the shadows hide the oriole in the willow, and the fragrance scatters the wind and flowers chase the sound of hooves". This poem focuses on the intoxicating scenery of Su Causeway. "West Lake Six Bridges, One Willow and One Peach." Every spring in March, willows are blowing, green waves are flying, peach blossoms are in full bloom, red clouds are everywhere, and the green smoke of Shili Long Beach is filled with intoxicating fragrance. In the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Ning's poem "Spring Dawn in Su Causeway" said: "Liuyang is full of long dikes, and Huaming Road is not lost. Before the painting boat rises, the side pillow listens to the sound of warblers. " Wu Weixin's poem "Qingming is a thing in Su Causeway" in the Southern Song Dynasty said: "At dusk, willows are prostitutes." Lu You also wrote a poem "Flowers are full of Su Causeway willows and smoke". It can be seen that Su Causeway can't live without the singing of Liu, Xin and Ying.