South of the city, under the busy lake, grandma is in the top 70.

There is also dust to marry the mirror, it is impossible to make up.

A Tong returned from Fujian at the age of nine, and writing this poem is quite mature.

Tongzi has been home for nine years and has been a teacher for two years.

Grow up and become famous, don't be like the old man.

Aibei

Taihang mountain ridge, the Yellow River out of Kunlun.

Mountain-like resorts, with many ministers all over the world.

Alas, Zuo Yi has fallen into dust for sixty years.

Although ambitious, he can't stretch out without teeth.

The old man is really loyal, and the north looks sour and bitter.

Why do you want to go to Baima Tianjin with a yellow flag?

Chasing dogs and sheep, LAM Raymond will be recruited.

Be sure to pass it on, don't call Wu nobody!

grieved

It was the longest in Shang and Zhou dynasties, and both Beimeng and Qi Jin were fighting for power and profit.

Zhang Hua's songs and dances are bleak, and the clouds and dreams are old and wild.

Grass meets the Forbidden City, geese rise, and foxes steal the wasteland.

Li Sao hates all her spirits, and people with lofty ideals burst into tears.

grieved

Jingzhou in early October was Meichun, which was really the same as going to Osaka at the age of eight.

Why heaven and earth are poor and strong, and rivers and lakes have been ministers since ancient times.

Drink the evening pavilion, with a new episode of generous elegy.

If you want to hang zhanghua, there is nowhere to ask. The ghost town is frosty and wet with hazelnuts.

Ai zhangru

Splendid pheasant, clear spring can drink forest to live in;

The rice beam abandoned the wild, although there were strange disasters and no steps.

The misty rain in the east village and the west village is late, and Xiao Ai is shallow from the forest;

Sudden shock, although you know that regret can be avoided!

The son of heaven in Korea is at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and thousands of riders wear poverty day and night.

It's sad that the dog's teeth and claws die without hesitation.

Aixian

Love leisure is only suitable for illness, and only when you are strong will you know that you will get old.

Sleeping soundly, plain books with horizontal bamboo stands, rhinoceros pipes and copper pots.

Water banana moistens the leaves of the heart, and pomegranate presses the branches.

Smile and turn your head white. Sit and play.

Aixian

Today, Mr. Wang is slightly ill, and he still has his old leisure time.

Look at the lines in the post, the sound of lang lang in the piano notes.

The clothes are warm and fragrant, and the snow eaves are about to drip.

Laugh at the bottom of the window, and waste the road for farming.

Anliuting once the guests don't sit alone and sing.

Recalling the Western Expedition in the past, the temple was not frosted, and traces of the past were vaguely hung.

Shu water falls, and the jade temple is empty and fragrant.

The setting sun of Ma Ying crosses Jiange, and the sound of oars is crisp.

There was no news of the drunkard, and he wept for several lines by the water.

Anqi tablets

I used to swim in the Minjiang River and climb towering peaks.

My father-in-law leans against the red vine, fearing that he is an angel.

Give me a pill, five clouds come out of the ladle,

Clothes are not engraved, and the ice and snow are beautiful.

Plain hands cover the mountains and green hair blows the wind.

My father-in-law took care of me and rode the black dragon.

Penglai wants nothing. I love this empty Wan Li.

However, I have been to qi zhou and seen Song Qing.

Anren road middle

Throughout the ages, I have been walking alone on Lin Qiong Road.

Sick people will be forced to get old, and distant guests will be forbidden.

If the bridge is not repaired, the idle boat will flow by itself.

Take off when you are young, look back and think long-term.

Anren road middle

Not far from Sangang, the old man is worried about going out.

Too many people are greedy and feel dizzy every time they lose sleep.

Ye Ping is surrounded by the sky and the river is near the village.

When there is surplus, the small building occupies the root of the cloud.

The book Morning in buddhist nun is eye-catching.

The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village.

Dani's long bottle is lined with cloud liquid, while the red capsule is thin and the dragon ball is broken.

Several peaks moved from the dwarf country, and one came from the desolate beach.

Jue Weng's stubbornness is still wide in his chest.

The book Morning in buddhist nun is eye-catching.

At the beginning of Hui Hui, the curtain is hooked, and the desert is cold.

Snow spines live next to two magpies, and gold rings trip an ape.

Lianxuan lies in the valley, pines, cypresses and pines, and the prince wears a forest and water stone.

Self-pity is not exhausted, and I want to disperse the wind in this life.

The book Morning in buddhist nun is eye-catching.

Shaping doesn't make your face round, but you know your bones are cold.

Yan Ziyuan is not a pillow drummer, Du Sheng has a cloud-cutting crown.

When you help to move a guest's cane, you are tired of the poet's alfalfa tray.

Lai hated it so much that he was exempted from being a temple official at the beginning of the year.

The book Morning in buddhist nun is eye-catching.

When I returned to my hometown of Shi Tomb, my hands were tied near Xiaojiang.

The north main road clings to the medicine cellar, and the east room shoots books.

Lonely loyalty, self-confidence, broken heart, everything is empty into ice and snow.

After a long illness, the patriarch's white teeth are old, and I am a deer door on the journey.

The feeling of living alone in buddhist nun

The longer and thinner the body, the fleeting Ran Ran was forced to fade.

Although you are diligent in reading ten papers, it is no longer a matter of climbing trees.

Ceng Ming, the horse, should be reprimanded, and the shepherd, though breasts, should be forgotten.

What's it like to laugh at yourself all your life? Wan Liao Li Tian Lao Ling Wei.

The feeling of living alone in buddhist nun

When the door to buddhist nun is closed, the lazy countryside stops joining monks.

Life has always been a sticky day, so why not make ice in summer?

If you dare to give up your saliva, a vegetable meal will make you laugh.

Gao Zhong slept soundly and didn't laugh much. A Zen master liberated the eagle.

The feeling of living alone in buddhist nun

If there is no money, the girl in the stream will raise fish, and if it rains, the owner will borrow the donkey.

In the morning, a few spoonfuls of quinoa porridge are pressed, and at night, a bowl of fat is loosened to read.

Yellow? Warm, carefree and insatiable, white cloth shirts are more than happy.

Spring in the south, the plan is not completely sparse.

The chronicles in buddhist nun use the rhymes of predecessors.

Sweeping a temple is trivial, and Penghu opens and closes in a daze.

The barren mountain medicine must be long, and the small stove tea must be short.

Books are safe to use in the air and difficult to calculate outdoors.

When the monk arrives, he stays. Wheat, rice and sunflower soup are expensive.

The handmaiden who has been poor for a long time is scattered, and there is no good foot.

Long song, living such a life without pay, doubts that he is in a wild world.

Yasuhiro Yasuhiro

Little buddhist nun is alone, busy with worldly affairs?

Clouds suddenly cover the sun, and rain leaves Ye Fei frost.

Classics are re-transmitted in Iraq, and it is ugly to refute the Han and Tang Dynasties.

Too late to roll out of the broken book window, laughing and calling the boy to change incense.

Night in the temple

There is no waiter to show the disease, and the grass temple gate is covered by midnight.

Affectionate plum shadow half window moon, corresponding to Jiming Shili Village.

Paper curtains hold fur in search of broken dreams, and ground stoves stir fire to warm residual bottles.

It is not enough to support the decline and practice the new.

Temple miscellaneous books

Pu niches are as warm as spring for a long time, and the paper is as silent as a cloud.

There is nothing to worry about except putting medicine and applying medicine.

Temple miscellaneous books

Make a living and live in misery? Beans, rice, quinoa and soup have not disappeared.

If the years are still the same, we might as well have our own Yu Tu Valley.

Temple miscellaneous books

Everything was the same as me. Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone.

Travel all over the world and hoe vegetables behind closed doors with gardeners.

Temple miscellaneous books

Mautz's room is so interesting, who knows?

There is great ambition on the ridge, and there is a couple's voice on the whistling mountain.

83 songs

White-headed people at the foot of Fan Shi Mountain, see you in the early spring of 1983.

Love yourself and forget loneliness, and the sky will be strong and poor.

Kutong has sought knowledge instead of knowledge? Donate the bad broom, but cherish it.

Don't laugh at the Sangzhu family, it will still be the tea god in the years to come.

84 songs

It was after four o'clock or eighty, and he stayed late without telling us.

Bad words recede, and medical treatment promotes peace.

Farming and grazing are still capable, and I am surprised every time I am stupid.

What I have learned is useless, and I am ashamed that I was born in Jinan.

84 songs

Eighty-four years old, should be a person.

Reading and sleeping, drinking and worrying.

The son asked Li Sao, and the monk handed down a sketch.

Who said that the livelihood is thin, and the cultivation of taro has become an area.

84 songs

Seventy people are rare, and I have lived for fourteen years.

Make friends without generations, and have Zeng Xuan in your arms.

Drink the enemy, ride the whale, chase the fairy.

Spring moves south of the city, and Xiao Jian is dancing.

Bayi shiyin

The ancient cloud is eighty, which I have never seen before.

The mountains are full of rain and the water is full of fish.

Chickens sing Liu Kun's dance, and cows sing Ziggy when they are tired.

What will you do if spring cold bullies short brown?

History reading on August 22

On the stranger, the bow and knife hold the crowd, and the autumn wind rolls by the water.

The scholar tried on the narrow clothes again, and the mountain county added a new painting angle.

It's too late to visit the shogunate.

The mice in the grass are tired of pulling the Tianhe River to wash Luo Song.

Dream on August 23rd.

The Taoist priest got a swan and the old monk lived in the middle of the temple cloud.

Come and go inexperience, idle around.

Rivers and mountains are thousands of miles apart, and fish and birds return to each other for ten years.

Gao Yan is elusive, and drunkenness is the theme on his face.

On the evening of August 9th.

At dusk, under the leisurely thatched cottage, the black silk scarf crane took Qiu Guang.

The sound of the wind passing through the trees is tight at the beginning, and the moon shadow enters the door.

I don't know who died in this life, but the four seasons are cute and cool.

From now on, you are drunk, and wine is like a goose breaking its shell.

The feeling of sudden cooling on August 3.

The heat invades people and fears sweat, and the moon is thin at first sight in clear autumn.

The fire is self-cooked, adding fragrance to the beast, and the cold spring is injected into the inkstone toad.

Good guests mistakenly took fireflies into the house, and magpies sang in the distance.

Chai Men's old illness lies alone. Who can read it?

See the moon in the evening of August 14.

The sky is dew-washed and the glass is blue, and the diameter of Zijin plate is three feet;

Suddenly the earth broke out and the osmanthus tree was as thin as ink.

Alone mirror lake, the autumn dew is boundless;

You must sail into the East China Sea, and you can chase Fei Xian by riding a whale.

Ice, jade and jade invade the cold bones, and they are drunk and watch the lonely dance.

At night, Scheeren had slept, but was awakened by the wind.

On the night of August 14, Triffault City is opposite to the moon.

When I saw the moon preparing for the wing building last year, the clouds flashed like jade hooks.

The host didn't like to sigh, so he sent a golden boat in vain.

This year, when we look at the market at three o'clock in the month, thin clouds will not be a good night.

Su E ordered me to wash away my troubles, and I also poured a cup of invitation to get drunk.

Wan Lifeng's dew is boundless, and the ice wheel has no way out.

Ying Ying is endless, and the moon can't bear to sleep.

I'm going to report to Guanghan Temple and meet all the Chinese guildhall in Mao Yan.

Next year, everything will not be enough. I hope the full moon is healthy.

Dream on August 4th.

Taihua grows in the water, and the white donkey is still in the sunset.

The medicine stove in the deep breast cave is cold, and the flowers are fragrant.

Neighbors greet Taniguchi with bottles, and barbarians worship Liu for three days.

The central plains has been pitching until now, and idle people are busy with foreign affairs.

At midnight on August 5th, I started drinking and writing cursive paper.

There is a fairy and a monk, and the jade pillow is opposite to the autumn lamp.

Suddenly three liters of wine, rustling dragon into the vine.

In August 1 day, the light rain suddenly cooled down.

There is no sweat, clothes or breath, but I know there is such a fast wind!

The new coolness suddenly feels like it comes from the world, and the summer heat is really sweeping the floor.

There was just a light thunder over Linwu, and the rain had blown to the front of the curtain.

The more sick you are, the more carefree you are, and the more songs, poems and music you will be left with.

Badong Lingyi Baiyun Pavilion

Kou is a mature man, and he is proud of the secluded pavilion.

I often lean against the curved fence to see the water, and I feel uneasy and afraid of building mountains.

Although the adherents can still talk, the old commander is new here and loves leisure.

It is to make the official greedy to the bone, and it has not stopped the guests from listening.

It's raining in Badong.

Temporarily borrow Qingxi to accompany fishermen, and the sand surface is slightly rainy and wet.

From then on, the poem was in Badong County, not in the snow of Baqiao.

It's raining in Badong.

What is a trip to Wan Li? If you want to be a poet, you will beg for an inheritance.

At this point, we won't know until we are poor if we don't advance in poetry.

Baofeng Lanting

Open Huaiyin Hou, wait for your husband?

Rong Weng commented on this book, which can be the ancestor of Lanting.

Baofeng Lanting

Cocoon paper hides Zhaoling, but not for a thousand years.

This is bone, which is better than Lanting noodles.

Bai Di Zhou Bo

There is nothing to do on the road, and the court is not only cold.

The spring tide in the Xiajiang River rises and falls, and the night lights on the shore are sparse.

On the old ship, it is still the beginning of a decade.

Tired of traveling, thinking about tax driving, I feel more love for the house.

Gray/white hair

This year, my white hair has doubled, and I can't support myself behind closed doors.

Cattle and sheep are covered with wild frost, and crops are covered with clouds.

After cooking in the afternoon, take out the millet and wrap it in thick glutinous rice.

Self-pity did not waste poetry, and father and son Peng Chuang remembered it.

Gray/white hair

White hair with thousands of stems and green temples, lying and watching herons stab into the sky.

I have been stealing tributes and happiness all my life, but I have returned to my hometown.

If you sit still, you will have no books to read, and the rest of your life will depend on the Buddha.

You see, the world is cold, and it will take a long time to sift wine!

Gray/white hair

Illness invades the prime of life, and fear is not as good as white;

Be a long-distance guest by the needle stone occasionally.

Seventy years old, full of frost and snow.

Although the eyes and ears are weak, they are not separated from others.

Zhuoying thousands of hectares of lakes, send five acres of houses.

Big cloth sewing robe, southeast.

Gray/white hair

I have a lot of life, and I have 10% of the way to go.

Sadness was burning, and I was surprised to see my cheeks and skull.

There is a slight autumn wind, and there is cold rain.

Stars are rare in the beginning and cannot be removed.

Yesterday was like a willow in spring, but now it has withered with frost.

Peng is withered and green. How can he miss me?

Outside the square, it is impregnable, and its fame is rare.

Throw tweezers and sigh, then there is no book!

Gray/white hair

Mix's white hair touches the waves and blows the southwest thatched cottage.

Drinking water and reading books are also fun, and Dumen is sick and tired.

Turned into a five-acre plow, who still remembers the three dynasties holding Ji Lang!

Just like a few chrysanthemums on the edge of the fence, they are still frost-resistant.

Bai gan pu bie fu Yong is a masterpiece

I travel a hundred miles to see the guests off.

Fu Zi is a man as soon as possible, and he will follow this Weng at dusk.

Xie refused to leave, and the thin horse rushed to the north wind.

Mud splashes the horse, and frost flies to force the hair.

Maodian has a novel method, remembering the fierceness of that year,

Don't feel sorry for your children, but be morally frayed.

What should I do? Fish and birds are worried about the pool cage.

You are from Taige, and husband and wife are born.

If the mountains are green, the sky will cover the sky.

If we don't work hard, why should the source be the same?

Lily House Zuo Ye

Bamboo sounds like wind and rain, and pine sounds like waves.

I'm sitting in the crane pavilion, and the light is green.

The outline is silent, and the officials are noisy.

Hand in hand, oh, new poetry, cold shame.

Who can remember Jiuyuan after dying for a thousand years?

In the middle, Li and Du recruited the soul of Xiangshui alone.

Since then, how many people have seen their princes?

Lan Heng sees jade, misty rain cries green ape.

I'm afraid in the sea of clouds, ninety thousand dozen Peng Kun.

If you want to die, who cares

Bai Letian's poems are tired of leaning on the embroidered bed, the green belt hangs slowly, and Liaoyang is in spring. No news. The night before yesterday, western busybodies painted it as a tired embroidered picture. This flower was given a little poem to send a sigh.

The royal family moved eastward on credit, and the two capitals were deserted and dark.

Where is the embroidered bed tired of relying on people? Rainy night flower!

White dragon

At dusk in September, the white dragon sees the west.

It's been a long time, inscrutable, sunny at sunset.

Yuyu is alone in the air without a thin cloud.

After being entangled for a long time, I hid, and my father never sighed.

It is very common for the Qing Dynasty to occupy the five elements.

I'm not Liu Zizheng, so I'll write a short chapter.

The day before the Millennium is like late autumn.

Take the lead, jade does not cover the autumn, I am 80 years old.

I'm afraid I'll laugh to death.

The day before the Millennium is like late autumn.

To protect Ye Saining, we must go to Beiping, and Fuyun Temple is the surrender city.

Who knows this ambition is empty talk, listen to the geese in front of the white light!

Bai Ou

Every time life laughs at a cliff, it will be wiped out by a layman.

Only Bai Ou is the real guest, and I'm not interested in others?

old age

Bai Shou has returned to his hometown, and living in love is more interesting!

Close the river, the dream soul arrives, and the old books remain.

Self-pity poems are retired when they are ill, and they drink with a smile when they are poor at home.

I was just about to jump on the bed when my son advised Sun to go out.

old age

Bai accomplished nothing and crowned himself with a smile.

Flowers and flies have long known that spring has faded, so it is better to let them go at night.

It's unfair that mistress doesn't drink.

Jade Qing Sea is now Taiping Pass, and Meyer Sang Village is here to send this life.

old age

Bai Shou was called a temple official in Qing Dynasty, and he was a lucky man.

Meet guests under the forest and play in the dream.

The black mule on the mountain road is steady, and the smoke and waves draw new pictures.

Every family has flowers and willows, and there is nothing to find spring.

Ride, lie and walk on Baita Road.

A slight illness can make you lie down, and drinking alone can make you drunk.

Turn your back on the lottery hall and pass by Baita City at noon.

A cold is suitable, and shaking is more conducive to sleep.

I'm leaving early, so I can't pursue the smell.

It suddenly occurred to me that when I joined the army, I rode an iron horse on a snowy night.

If you are strong, you will be ashamed to ask for help.

Baitayuan

Lengcui thousand-pole jade, floating blue curtain.

Leaning against the fence to avoid the rain, encountering monks.

Corner of the waning moon, Yuntuo Tower.

Xishan is an idle guest, leaning on dead vines at will.

White clouds come from the west window of the book nest.

Minshan is thousands of miles away, and I hate Wu on the other side of the Yangtze River.

I know my old Ran Ran, so I can sit in the corner!

One hundred years old.

A hundred years old is easy to get old, but a hundred years old is clear.

A strong heart is as empty as a horse, and a sick bone dares to conceive a fox's head.

On killing fish, hiding wine, lying high in the mountains, you can travel in the sky.

Don't be sad about your fame and fortune, even death is better than drunkenness.

Worship slogan

Yellow paper is like a crow saying, nine days later.

Living in Jinghu District, he has the title of Wu Yixian.

Never do anything during the day, please pay millions of dollars within one year.

Stay at a respectful distance from others, which is superior to the old politics and supplements the youth through the ages.

Worship slogan

Worship the sick heart, and your kindness reaches the depths of the sea.

Add a new luge and brush the old dynasty hairpin for the time being.

The heart wants to make wine first, and the son wants to redeem the piano.

Life is precious in the temple, and joy brings sorrow and moves mountains.

Baidanbiao

When will the Qing Dynasty return to its old capital?

I only know how to establish a strict inauguration ceremony, but the story is auspicious!

Twenty rhymes of worship at Dinggong Temple in Zhong Zhang

Zhang Gong, an outsider, is predestined friends with Shu.

Heaven decides chaos in Shu, and earth gives birth to public.

At the beginning of the Jue dynasty, there was a great robbery, and joys and sorrows overlapped.

The son of heaven sent jade grain, and your minister praised it.

Life is full of anger, and the dead often have poor shoulders.

The public says it's not good, and I'm trying to get in the way.

When the river hit the earth's axis, the column stopped moving.

Threaten to give up and fly to the emperor.

Meaning enlightenment, benevolence wins cruelty.

Your minister is ungrateful. He pursues his rights.

Security concerns the country, but it concerns the whole people of Shu.

Later, a boy took the lead in military affairs.

In the evening, I tried to improve my condition and went to Gong Er Golden Cicada.

The situation is unstoppable, and the northland picks the secluded swallows.

So far, it is still difficult for Shenjing to go to Xu Qiu.

Without loyalty, who can break the traitor?

I'm here to visit a traditional temple. There is a faint smoke on the tree.

The dead can't do it, but they cry sadly.

Angry and anxious, generous.

Spring and autumn send greetings to God, who will sing this article!

Since February in Chen Wu, half pay has been put on hold.

Please return the mountain for a few years. Why pay for it?

You think deeply about fear, and dare to beg others for more pity!

Since February in Chen Wu, half pay has been put on hold.

The paycheck is new with waste paper, and there is only one lock of fur for welcoming guests.

You hoe the secluded garden in the sun without laughing, but you still learn from the East.

A half-baked red flower.

If Wu Zhongqing is free, * * * will reward the pool with half a zhangs red.

Who is like Lao Tzu? Spring breeze is everywhere.

Hosuke

Visit the ancient temple once in a while, and the scenery is in front of you.

Monks are sitting on rocks and tourists are walking in the Woods.

Looking at the poor sea in the distance, the clouds are flat for a long time.

It's really difficult to come here. It's suitable for you to board.

Healthy drink

You talk at night with a sword on your pillow.

People say that the sword turns into a dragon and fears the wind;

Otherwise, you are angry and mad, just think about it.

Open the sword with wine: the treasure should be hidden,

Speaking of implementation, don't you know the monarch?

Where there is a box, is Hu Weiming unfair?

satisfy

Full of shame, sigh before the lamp.

If a horse fails, it's no use donating for a long time.

If the waist is full of praise, there are more stars in the mirror.

Fan Shi looked back at the beginning, not far away, and wanted to be in the clear autumn.

torrential rain

The wind is angry and wants to lift the house, and the rain comes like a shower.

A solitary lamp reflects the window, and a caged bird perches on the eaves.

The midsummer makes Fang Yanhe, and the autumn sound is sad.

It is rumored that a rising river broke something.

torrential rain

The black dragon hangs in the southeast, and the Yao angle presses Wan Ren.

Although it is cloudy, the claw tail is still slightly recognizable.

Tomorrow's rainstorm will come, followed by a thunderous earthquake.

The flat land becomes a river, and it takes only a moment to swallow the roll.

My home has been abandoned for a long time, but I don't press true purple.

I am happy and haggard, and my life is full.

When I arrived at the nursery, all the plants were green and wet.

Bare shore corner towel, three sighs caress the court rafters.

torrential rain

Dark clouds are like dragon claws, and white rain is like chess.

The old house is leaking everywhere. What will happen tonight?

Why not just move the bed away and avoid it, I almost want to hang it on the pot.

I disturbed the people in the room and didn't eat in time.

Poor child, crying barefoot in the afternoon.

Talk less, and there will be meetings at a certain time.