Twelve poems about encounters (Part 1) Zhang Jiuling The orchid leaves are lush in spring, and the osmanthus flowers are bright and clear in autumn. Rejoice in this business, it will be a festive season for you. Who knows that those who live in the forest are happy to hear the wind and sit there. Plants and trees have their own intentions, so why ask for beauty? Twelve Poems of Feelings (Part 2) A lonely man returns home and lies alone, washed away by worries. I would like to express my gratitude to the tall bird for conveying my distant love. Who is the most spiritual person if I have empty thoughts day and night? Fei Chenli is separated from himself, how can I comfort my sincerity? Twelve Poems of Feelings (Part 3) Fish play in the deep pool, and birds perch on high branches. Sorry, mayfly feathers, why are they dying? If you are still alive, why don't you turn it into something? It makes you laugh like this. The divine principles are disappearing day by day, and I know with peace of mind. Hao sighs at Yang Zhuzi, and weeps at Lu Qi in vain. Twelve Poems of Feelings (Part 4) Gu Honghai came up, but Chi Huang didn't dare to pay attention. I saw two kingfishers on the side, nesting in the three-bead tree. How can you master the precious wood peak without fear of golden pills? The United States serves patients and accuses them of being clever, forcing gods to be evil? Now that I am traveling around the world, what admiration will there be for Yi! Twelve Poems on Encounters (Part 5) Wu Yue is thousands of miles away, I dream about seeing you tonight. The shape and body are not my relatives, the quilt and pillow are the villages and counties. I still don’t recognize it when it turns into a butterfly, but the Sichuan fish is in an enviable position. There are fairy mountains on the sea. When you return, you will feel the magic change. Twelve Poems of Feelings (Part 6) The western sun sets in the mountains and the north wind rides the evening stream. The sparrow feels faint, and the eaves couplet calls out to the couple. Although the swans are far away, their mourning sounds are not what they expected. The nobles abandon their shortcomings and humbleness, while the corporal tastes the sorrows of Yin. All emotions are burdening you with external things, so forgive yourself for forgetting to cultivate yourself internally. Sighing that it is so long makes my heart wander. Twelve Poems of Feelings (Part 7) There are red oranges in the south of the Yangtze River, and the forests are still green after winter. How could it be that the weather in Yi is so warm that it feels cold all year round? I can recommend Jiake, but there are many obstacles. Destiny is only what you encounter, and the cycle cannot be found. I just say that there is no shade in the peach and plum trees. Twelve poems about encounters (eight of them): I will be away from my worries forever, and I will cultivate in the wind. Where is the beauty? She is alone and empty. The blue bird cannot stomp, but the red turtle is floating in the clouds. The night equinox rises and wanders, and the hours pass by and remain flooded. Twelve Poems of Feelings (Nine of them) Holding the shadow and chanting in the middle of the night, whoever hears this sighs. Beauty is suitable for different ways, and the trees in the garden have a quiet color. The white clouds are gone, and they fly across the sea without wings. When the phoenix comes, the bamboo flowers are edible. Twelve Poems on Encounters (Ten of them) There was a wandering girl in the Han Dynasty, seeking peace of mind. There is a letter in the sleeve, and I want to send it to a pair of flying wings. The sorrow is gone, and the Geng Geng is silent in his memory. The purple orchids show off the sky, and the bright dew steals the beauty. Xinxiang is getting old, and I sigh at the extremes of love. The white clouds are in Nanshan, and the sunset is long. Twelve Poems on Encounters (Eleven) I have memories of a foreign land, lingering in the clouds. Based on this, the eyes will not look up, and the heart will focus on it. But if you want to cling to a tall bird, you dare to climb a flying dragon. The essence is insensible, and sadness fills the heart. When you return home, you will feel lonely. God will not follow your wishes. Twelve Poems on Encounters (Twelve) Behind closed doors, the traces are grouped together, based on Lin Jie’s thoughts. I whine and sigh at this cold tree, which in the past was full of fragrant flowers. The phoenix is ??safe in the morning sun, but the cicada is sad at dusk. In the middle of the night when I am thinking deeply, I wonder who I want to treat. The sincerity you have held is over, and the past cannot be pursued. Dining is not my business, Yunxian tastes my time. Hu Yue is far away, so why are his carriages and horses so late? How different is the sky and the earth? Youhe is sleeping under the curtains. 1 Spring Hope Du Fu

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I am moved to tears by the flowers in my heart, and I am frightened by the hatred of other birds.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. 2 The Song of Thatched House Destroyed by the Autumn Wind by Du Fu

In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the sunken pond. A group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I was a thief who could not stand it. Sure enough, I carried the grass into the bamboo, my lips were burnt and my mouth was dry, I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I leaned on myself and sighed.

The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like numb feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I have little sleep, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that cannot stand up to the wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! 3 When I heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei, Du Fu

Suddenly it was announced outside the sword that they were taking over Jibei. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears.

But seeing where his wife is worried, she is filled with poems and books and is filled with joy.

It is necessary to indulge in drinking while singing during the day. Youth is a companion for returning home.

That is, pass through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge, then go down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang. Du Fu's "Five Hundred Words on the Journey to Fengxian from the Capital"

Du Ling has commoners, but his carelessness has changed. What a fool to commit oneself! Stealing Biji and Deed. It actually fell into a gourd, and the white head was sweet and broad. The matter of covering the coffin is over, and this ambition is often coveted.

I worry about Li Yuan in my poor years and sigh at the heat in my intestines.

Making fun of classmates is so intense.

It is not without the will of the rivers and seas, and the sun and the moon are sent away gracefully;

When I was born to meet the kings of Yao and Shun, I could not bear to say goodbye forever.

Isn’t it true that today’s corridors and temples are in short supply when constructing buildings?

The sunflowers and sunflowers lean towards the sun, and the physical properties are solid and cannot be taken away.

Gu Wei is like an ant, but he seeks his own nest;

Hu is a huge whale, and he always wants to destroy Ming Bo?

In order to understand physiology, I am ashamed of myself.

Wu Wu Sui has been here till now, can you bear to be dust?

In the end, I felt ashamed of my nest and my home, and could not change my ways.

Drinking and chatting to amuse oneself, singing songs to relieve sorrow.

At the end of the year, the grass is gone, and the high mountains are cracked by the strong wind.

The Tianqu is overcast and majestic, and the guests are in the middle of the night.

Shuangyan's clothes are broken, and the fingers cannot be knotted.

I passed Lishan Mountain in the early morning, and the imperial couch was in Jixi.

Chiyou stood in the cold sky and stepped on the cliffs and valleys slippery.

The Qi of Yaochi is sluggish, and the feathers and forests are in a state of chaos.

The emperor and his ministers stayed and entertained, and the joy caused the entanglement of Yin.

The people who give baths all have long tassels, and the banquets are not short and brown.

The silk fabrics divided by Tongting originated from Hannu.

Hit her husband’s family and collect tribute from the city.

The sage’s kindness truly wants the country to live.

If I suddenly become wise, how can you abandon this thing?

The court is full of people, and the benevolent should tremble!

Kang heard that the gold plate inside was all in the Weihuo room.

The gods are dancing in the middle hall, and the smoke is covered with jade.

The warm guest is the mink fur, and the sorrowful management is chasing the Qingse.

Encourage guests with camel hoof soup, frosted orange and tangerine.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road.

The prosperity and decline are so close and different, and the melancholy is difficult to describe again.

Beiyuan leads to Jingwei, and Guandu changes course again.

The ice falls from the west, and the scenery is high as far as the eye can see.

I suspect it is coming from Kongtong, and I am afraid that it will touch the sky pillar and break it.

Fortunately, the river beam is not broken, and the branches are rustling.

Luggage clinging to each other, Sichuan and Guangzhou cannot be crossed.

The old wife lives in a different county, separated by ten people from the wind and snow.

Who can ignore it for a long time? I am hungry and thirsty.

When I heard the howl at the entrance, my young son died of hunger!

I would rather give up and mourn, and I will sob in the alleys.

I am ashamed to be a father, and I will die young if I don’t have enough food.

How did you know that when the autumn harvest comes, there will be poverty and haste.

Cheng Chang is exempt from rent and tax, and his name is not subject to conquest.

The traces of caressing are still sour and pungent, and ordinary people are stubborn and frivolous.

I meditate on the unemployed, because I miss the soldiers far away.

If you worry about the end of Qi Zhongnan, you can't break the cave. "Broken Array" Xin Qiji was drunk and read the sword by the light of the lamp, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet at the camp. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield. The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain! Yongyule · Nostalgia for the past in Guting, North of Jingkou · Xin Qiji

Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? "Water Dragon Song" Xin Qiji The Chu sky is thousands of miles clear, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The distant eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sun sets above the building, the sound is heard in the distance, a wanderer from the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of the railings, but no one understood me. Don't say that the sea bass can't catch the fish, the west wind has stopped, and the eagle has not returned yet? Asking for fields and houses, I am afraid that I will be ashamed to see Liu Lang and his talent. It's a pity that the passing years, the sorrow and wind and rain, the trees are like this! Who calls Qian? The green sleeves are full of green sleeves, and the heroes' tears are found.