Anle Miaotou
Who sent the poet to love the mountain?
Thousands of peaks and ridges are vying for refuge, but I am tired after three rests.
Where can I rest in front of a pile of desks? How can I eat when my intestines are full?
The remaining green leaves are useless, please send them to Jinling colleagues for inspection.
Bank willows
The tops of the willows are brushed into the clouds of the stream, and the roots of the willows are inserted deep into the stream.
I am standing on the shore with a broom, and when I return, I will get a thousand gold in the sun.
The same is true for honor and gratitude in life. Why should you be grateful to your brother and complain about your honor?
Autumn frost and spring rain come from four o'clock. I asked Liu Liu whether she knew.
The shore sand
The water is too narrow to break away, and the fine sand marks are like cuttings.
After swinging for a while, Yuan didn’t realize it, and suddenly a piece of sand destroyed the shore.
Two poems about trees on the bank
The trees at the head of the bank are as straight as a bamboo pole. Who would send someone to live by the water?
I don’t like to take pictures in the mirror, I always lean over when taking pictures.
Two poems about trees on the shore
In the bare shadows of the branches on the shore, there is half snow wind and half spring breeze.
All the golden bullets fell from the top of the building, but there are still bullets on them.
Watching the full moon on the night of August 12th
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching and the moon has cleared, and a cloud of ice hangs from the crow-green curtain.
Suddenly I feel that tonight, the moon is not clinging to the sky alone.
It’s fun to sort out luggage at dawn in August
Get up early in the morning after the rain, even if the flowers are wet.
Break the greedy heat and experience the clear beginning.
The beetle fruits fall without delay, and the dead branches suddenly bloom again.
It is necessary to feed my horse, and it is half cloudy and clear.
Three Basho Poems
The exquisite bones show through the eight windows, and the flowers hang upside down with the fragrance of purple lotus.
There are countless Qingluo fans around me, and it doesn’t feel cold even when the wind doesn’t come.
Three Poems by Basho
Chivalrous and unrestrained, Tingting is half romantic and half pure.
I don’t add noon shade to the summer window, but I come to my pillow to make the sound of autumn.
Three poems about bananas
There are two or three trees on the eaves, teeth and windows, all I owe is Wang Wei’s painting of snow.
There is no inscription of Yuan in the opening of the book, and the wax on the green window is as if there is nothing.
Bajiao Rain
Bajiao is happy when it rains, and makes a clear and beautiful sound all night long.
The soft voice is as clever as a fly touching paper, and the loud voice is as loud as a mountain falling from a spring.
You can listen to it at three o'clock and five o'clock, and the silence of the autumn evening will not be heard.
It is better for the bananas to be happy than for others to be sad.
Postscript to Changning County Prime Minister Ge Qi Songzi Guheng Yongdao Zhongjing Poems
Yijiang wind and moon and stream clouds, always and Chengzhai are old friends.
In Lao Xiang Yanbo's poem, one sees the spring of two states twice.
Postscript to Chen Jianzhai's Cao
The poet has already entered the Shaoling altar, but his writing style is still as refined as Shaoguan.
The authentic works will always go to heaven, leaving only the memorials in the world.
Two poems from Wang Liyi University in Bachunxi
What is the family tradition of Xingtan, it can only be found in A Duzhong.
Whoever makes new pictures and leaks information is a fisherman on Chunxi River.
Two poems from Wang Liyi's University Zhizhi in Bachunxi
This matter is neither shallow nor deep, and it takes time to wear clothes and eat.
Que Lu said it seemed like a foolish dream, so he looked for it in the Wang family's picture.
Mr. Badan'an resigned as minister of the Ministry of Industry and responded to the edict not to allow two poems
I have been lying in Yazhou for twenty years, and I have returned home with a black head.
I live in the Orioles in the Forbidden City, and my heart is among the water and rocks of Qingyuan.
Mr. Badan'an resigned as minister of the Ministry of Industry and responded to the imperial edict and refused to allow two poems
I wish to draw the Tianhe River to wash the northern Yi, and use purple lotus as the bottom of the veteran.
The heart of my heart is covered with frost and snow, and I have the knowledge of the Lord Longxing.
Mr. Badan'an paid Zhang Qinfu's seal and answered two imperial edicts
My teacher and friend knew each other throughout their lives, and they cherished their clothes for the king.
We can't fight over the thorns, and the blue flies are still flying close to the sun.
Mr. Basan'an paid Zhang Qinfu's seal to serve and answer two edicts
The purple ribbon was given to two people at that time, one was Rustin and the other was a minister.
Old Han, don’t ask Tongfu, who would really mean this.
Postscript Fan Wengong and Yin Shilu Tie
Jia Ke travels from thousands of mountains, and the owner’s eyes are opened.
Don’t talk about current events when meeting people, just stop by the Nanting Pavilion and have a cup.
The postscript of Mr. Cai's language recorded by Fufa
I occasionally fell in love with Mr. Cai's language, and I learned from the north with my cocoon feet and a scorpion.
It’s not that Dan An was relegated to Nanhai, his name is so fragrant.
The words of Cai recorded by Fufa in the postscript
The origin of Zhuhui is cold, and then the waves rise from Yiluo.
Bajie Beach is full of gurgling water. Fu Juntianxiu promotes Yanfang,
Postscript Ge Zigu inscribes a picture of Su Taoist's journey to the river
The picture of Jiang's journey refers to Junshan, and the message is "Yanbo" without looking at it.
Haoshui bought a boat and returned to Feishui, where the whole family went to the painting room.
Postscript Han Wei Gong and Yin Shilu Tie
Serving the Qiang chief with a ruler and a stick, he even got the help of the Henan government for planning.
When I got to Jiangsu, I came to Beique and rode to Junzhou from Henan.
Postscript to Huang Wenruo's Poetry Volume
The five-character wall of the Great Wall is not as good as the wall of the Great Wall, and the arms of rat liverworms can't close the canal.
I had known each other before in Zhupoji, and was surprised to see the cocoon paper book in Lanting.
Two Poems from the Collection of Meishan Poems by Jiang Chunfang
The sound of pines, wind and water rushing through the window makes the jade pendant and Qiongju shine brightly.
When the book hangs the autumn moon, it turns to the new orioles in the late spring.
Only one volume of Meishan Collection is sold, and various scenery and emotions are imagined.
I was obsessed with poetry throughout my life, and I burned old Tao Hong for you.
Two Poems from Jiang Chunfang's Meishan Poetry Collection
Chenghua Liao collects mandarin ducks, no less in response to Xu Yan's Wei Garden.
There is Diaohuang Qingweisou among them, who has always been given the Yue Shaoling altar.
Jinxinxiu's mouth is filled with flowers and grass, and the snow bowl and ice bowl purge the lungs and liver.
When I went to Meishan to enjoy the beauty of plum blossoms, I even borrowed one to see.
The painted canopy plum blossoms on the red damask of Yang Buzhi collected by Zhongyuan in Bajing
The clouds in the dark sky fall to the ground, and the wind cracks the mountains and blows off the ears.
The Yangtze River is a vast expanse of one boat, and it’s snowy and cold all night long so I can’t sleep.
The poet's temples fluffed up at dawn, his neck narrowed and he slightly lifted the yellow striped awning.
The heavy snow that came at night has cleared up, and there is a light red glow in the east.
The Jiangmei tree is in full bloom, and the canopy is about a foot long.
The old stems and new branches are purple and green again, and the flowers are white and jade must be golden.
Mei Xue competes with Xia despite her body and face being covered with snow.
I don’t know where the poet got the frost saw, and the snow and plum trees will go away.
Maybe it’s Bingzhou’s quick scissors, or Wu Gang’s moon axe.
There are no roots at the bottom and no tips at the top. At a glance, half of the plum blossoms are spread across the waist.
Eastern Province picked up the cold Xiaoxiao, and the flowers and snow have not yet been sold.
Two poems about the filial piety of lay people translated by Liang Liang in Postscript
The stars in the snow ran away from the soldiers, and the mother followed her son to the cold ice.
Zhizhi was sentenced to death, but unexpectedly he was reborn with the same mother.
Postscript to Two Poems of Filial Deeds by a Layman Translated by Liang Linchuan
At that time, with one heart, the main canal connected to the sky and the earth came.
The orchid and jade trees are competing for beauty today, not only one branch grows Guilin.
Postscript Liu Minshu’s Four Clear Pictures of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Stone
The old man and his wife are accompanied by thousands of bamboo poles, and the sea and rocks, the river plums and the orchids.
There is no reason why outsiders will roll up short pieces of paper for a while.
Two poems written by Lu Wuguan in Jiannan
The contemporary poet Hou Lu Yun borrowed the poems from Tianjiang.
The journey of rediscovering Zimei is old, but all the souls are lost and the resentment is new.
The ghosts howl and the tamarins cry in the rain in the Baxia Gorge, and the red jade and white swords bloom in the southern spring.
After turning over the kit, a breeze began to blow, flattening the half-moon at the west window.
Two poems written by Lu Wuguan in Jiannan
Jianwai returned to the envoy's car and found a new left fish talisman in eastern Zhejiang.
Who asked about the pitiful frost on the temples? How can I use the name of a poem without peer?
The heart and liver are carved into hundreds of offal, and the nine dishes are painted according to the previous rules.
Shaoling was born as poor as a louse, and for thousands of years poets have worshiped donkeys.
Gao's Le Yi Lun collected by Luo Chunbo
Youjun Le Yi Lun, Daling Luo Shen Fu.
The Wang family's Xiaokaitian takes the general, and I am surprised and the Luan is still in Shuangzhu.
In the silver sea of ??Zhaoling, there are silver hooks, and the king of Qin lies down to watch the thieves steal.
The moss in the moling well peeled off the mountain bones, and Zhu Rong sent the mountain ghosts to search again.
The cracked qiong and jade were scattered, leaving Baogui for three or five years.
Mo Qing collected the Li chin beads and more than 180 pansy trees.
The modern Han officials in Jiangxi have an ancient heart and ancient ways.
When thunder and lightning are booming, the elves will fly away.
Ba Magongbi Shengqian produced the song of the valley grass saint Huanhua drunkenness
Fu Weng Huanhua drunken picture song, the lyrics were composed and written by himself.
No one in Shaoling, Zhang Dian, died, but this old man had two sons.
No matter the chaigu or the cone sand, there are also drought dragons and frightened snakes.
The Immortal of Poetry is not the same as the Saint of Grass, but the ghost is jealous and the Heaven is angry and the teaching is unlucky.
People say that people who love books love virtuous people, but purple eyebrows may not be better than green ones.
In the old days, visitors from outside the gates of hell are now as close to a foot wall as you can get.
Why spend thousands of years wishing to remember!
Bamei Mountain Cheng Ren’s Ten Thousand Words Calligraphy
Sansu Township at the foot of Emei Mountain still has beautiful calligraphy and writing.
In recent times, there is a wise man called Cheng Lang, who can climb the Jinjiang River with a few inches of pipe.
Three thousand slips of grass have been written all along, and I still cry bitterly despite the runny nose and heavy breath.
Nine tigers are at the gate and the Beidou is deep. In ten years, I will buy Gui Cui white jade.
We first met on the Jingxi River. You are still a young man and I am a strong husband.
Goodbye in the Imperial City, everyone has a white beard and a piece of Liangxi book in his sleeve.
The 10,000-word policy of Yan Teng still has the flavor of power and balance.
Don’t you see, the wealth and honor of ancient times have been swept away without a trace, only articles illuminate the world.
Baqiu Zongqing's minister presented him with a scroll of Northern Poetry
Taihang realm is two thousand miles away, and he jumped into the cold window in the early morning.
The Yellow River moved the earth and thunder struck thousands of mountains, but it took advantage of Taihang.
Qingya Dian was so angry that I couldn't stand up.
It was Qiu Chi who came out of the fortress to seek refuge and gave me a large scroll of poems about leaving the fortress.
Hold the Han Festival to sing the autumn moon, and hang the bow on the Tianshan Mountain to sing the snow.
When I passed from Tokyo to Beijing, tears dropped and the millet dried up.
I vow to use my beard as a drinking vessel and untie the {outer ghost and inner beauty} bun with the remaining people.
The poem complains about that, the sound of the river and the sorrow of the mountain wind.
Everything in the Central Plains listens to the driving force, and always follows the poems to convert luggage.
Don’t you see the king of Jin Dynasty’s right army, the dragon is jumping and the tiger is lying on the pen, and there is spirit in it.
Never have I ever had a sentence that I wrote for everyone.
If you don’t see Du Zimei from the Tang Dynasty, how beautiful are the sentences with thousands of grasses and flowers?
I write poems but not words, but I envy others' clouds and paper.
Mo Daoqiu Chi's one-axis poem, this poem and this word are unique.
Don’t send ghosts and gods again and again, and ghosts and gods will steal Yi.
The postscript of Wei Zhiyao, a man from Shu, wrote a book of ten thousand words
In the rain, the short beard looks like snow, and in the guest room, there is no fish but iron food.
Why bother writing a letter to mourn for you? Politics is the most important thing of the times.
Postscript to Wang Zhongyan’s poem about begging for rice
I dare to say that if I shorten my neck and make my waist longer, the yellow and green essence will never see.
There is still a way to eat jade in a bag, and the Ming Dynasty was celebrated in Lantian Mountain.
Two Volumes of Postscript Wang Shengqian Poems
Liu Han has always had a reputation for poetry, and recently Wang Jing became famous.
The moon is in the plum blossoms and the ice is in the moon. I will argue with you about your sentences.
Two Volumes of Posthumous Poems by Wang Shengqian
Since ancient times, poets have been too thin to be born, so they have to work hard to gain fame.
Do you know that the poets are all suppressing you?
The authentic preface to the ancient records of Ou Gong collected by Wang Shunbo
Then I met two poets for the first time, Mr. Linchuan, a Zen guest.
The three of them have a good relationship and cannot be separated from each other. It is impossible to meet each other.
There is a monument of Zhengguan in the canal and a poem by Yonghe.
True and fake fight to the end, not talking about Yan and Ya.
The coral was shattered into pieces, and Zhao Biyu regretted it.
It’s not like three families fighting to break a monument. Don’t retreat first when the battle is getting fierce in the middle of the night.
The imperial love monument is headed by Ouyang, which collects thousands of ancient volumes in Liuyi Hall.
Xuangui lacquer jade is piled with calligraphy treasures, and the silk clothes are coated with frost and black water.
Linchuan borrowed ancient hands for no reason, sweeping the entire Ou family into ruins.
Don’t talk about scientific battles in Fanshan Mountain, but wildfires in Yishan Mountain will not burn them.
The You family and the Shen family have a beak as strong as iron, and they have not given away the first honor in Linchuan.
I don’t know how to get such a beautiful thing in Linchuan, but I have collected the ancient prefaces to reveal the real thing.
So at first I was jealous and silent, but you still feel sad when you read the postscript.
Postscript Wu Ji Xiucai
The elder Hua Hanlin, the son of the Jun family, explains the sadness of the sunset by chanting the fragrant grass.
The sky is weeping when the red leaves bloom and the green leaves fall, and I turn my hands over for spring and autumn.
Who is addicted to the peculiar smell of the late Tang Dynasty? The writings of Er and Sun are mixed.
One hundred thousand hibiscus branches in one path call for the spring breeze in February.
Others laughed at him and thought he was so dazzled that he might fall into a well, so he turned around and couldn't wake up.
I always guard Jingxi. I don’t know if there is a poet in the county.
Give me a city-wide carriage with mixed photos, and a night of fasting in the sky.
Postscript written by Taoist Wukong in ink
The calligraphy in Congling is like a pile of books, and the silver hook ink is still new.
The predecessor was Bachelor Yu, and now Mrs. Wei.
The meandering water cultivates orchids, and the pearls pluck the Luo Shen.
I would like to add this post, so don’t worry about it if you are in a hurry.
Postscript to the Poetry Collection of Xiao Yan and Yu Meipo
There was a guest from Xichang who studied in Nanchang, and the mantle was passed down beside the pavilion.
The poet at the bottom of the slope is drunk at the bottom of the plum blossom, with flowers as sentences and stamens as chapters.
I miss the moonlight and the branches are thin, giving me the fragrance of the rich and beautiful words.
If you draw the lineage of Jiangxi's descendants, you don't have to worry about thieves or kings.
Postscript and portrait of Liu Minshu and the Eight Gentlemen
One or two people per generation, the country has become nine-fold.
How can eight gentlemen gather in Song Dynasty in one day?
The ancients are immortal in three ways, and all the elders are one of them.
We suddenly met again after a long absence, and it was like a dream.
Postscript to three poems written by Xu Gongzhong in Shengqian Dynasty
I lay my head on the hill and look down at the ink pool, holding the sword on the left and the hairy awl on the right.
The morning orchids and evening chrysanthemums are all eaten, and more firewood is burned and poems are boiled.
Three postscripts of Xu Gongzhong’s poems about the province and Qian Dynasty
The Jun family’s poem, Mr. Bo, explains how the reeds fall on the fishing boat.
Mo Xiao: The autumn water in East Lake is cold, and a lotus has sprouted recently.
Three poems written by Xu Gongzhong in recent times of the province and Qian Dynasty
Fu Zong and I are ashamed, and the writers are all in their own way.
Huang Chen rests his feet under the fence, and Tao Xie stands out before leaving.
Postscript Youyan's Two Poems on Landscape and Water
The reeds on the water's edge are green and the lotus leaves are yellow, and the trees are falling before the frost and the flowers are fragrant.
As the fishing boat goes to the end of the day, a group of herons fly over the snow.
Bi Youyan's Two Poems on Landscape and Water
It's already time to rinse the ice with water, and it's still too late for the wild ducks to rise half way up.
Thousands of poles of bamboo are used to build a green river, which only lacks a few branches of plum blossoms.
The Song of Emperor Guangyao collected by Zuo Si in Postscript Youyan
The old wild monk, the chief historian of Luantai, got sick before the month, and after the frost, there were flies.
The documents can't be filled with water, and the black flowers are in disarray and the eyes are clear.
My old friend You Taishi knocked on the door and was happy before bowing his heart.
Ten solution beads poured down from the sleeves, and five-colored rays of light shot through the window.
He said that when the wind came to the emperor's side, he found a piece of cloud in the ancient palace.
It has always been better to sit in court than the sun, the scenery, the flowers and the willows.
The flowers are flat and the ice clouds are smooth, and the chickens in Xuancheng are as sharp as a needle.
Tianyan Youxi has a small chat, and Xijing books provide games.
Han Pengwei, Huo Xin, and Shu Xiangqing wrote calligraphy in Yungan.
There are so many frustrated people in the Han Dynasty, but Jiujing hates it.
Once you turn it over to the bottom of the holy pen, the light of Zhaohui awakens you.
The ministers sew and tuck their clothes indiscriminately and hand-copy the Filial Piety Sutra incompletely.
Have you ever written about the history of Han Dynasty?
Taishi built a cottage with gulls and herons, and crossed the Jingxi River at the foot of Mount Xin.
The red light and purple air rise to the sky, which is a place where treasures are hidden deep.
Afterword Yu Boyi collected two short poems of Western inscriptions written by Zhang Qinfu
One is higher and the other is in the middle. How can parents and peasants live separately.
If you bump into a smokey building, you will not be bad-looking. Even if you are like a man, you are unscrupulous.
Postscript to two short pieces of Western inscriptions written by Zhang Qinfu collected by Yu Boyi
Hengqu can hold the universe within an inch, and Fu will not even mention it when he reaches Nanxuan.
Friends from all over the world are frosty and the leaves are falling, and half a piece of Chinese ink is covered with snow and waves.
After the postscript of Prime Minister Yu and the envoy Zhao Jiejie, I also returned two poems to Qi Youziji
On the side is a picture of falling clouds and smoke, which expresses the spirit of sighing at the two wise men.
Since ancient times, generals have grown out of generals, and I saw little Ruan Le Yanran.
Postscripts from Prime Minister Yu and Zhao Jiejie’s post also sent two poems to Qi Youziji
Prime Minister Yu and General Zhao jointly pursued the first honor in the Jianghuai River.
Dayu Jinxian is lonely now, feeling the wind and clouds in Lingyan Song.
After Yuan Qiyan’s collection of postscripts on Houhu and a scroll of portraits, the words in the poems all echo those in the post
The gentleman has always lived in a different county and has not heard from his friend for ten years.
After returning, not only were there deserted areas, but even the pine and chrysanthemums were not found.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a reincarnation jade for an incarnation? The court’s etiquette is excellent for the elderly.
The red flag and yellow paper will be gone for a long time, but the green mountains and white clouds will remain until death.
I haven’t returned to Xigang, which is so close, I just want to wait for the peach blossoms to bloom in the water and half a basket of green.
He took the short boat to the grass and searched for red pines and yellow stones.
The surface of the wind and smoke is not human, and there is no other world that is wide and leisurely.
Zhou Shan sold it for free, and the Yuan family gave him wine, which made him look bad.
I still feel that it is too boring to pour it alone, so I look for an expert to have a cup and ladle.
The ink on the four papers with silver hooks is still fresh, and the beauty is difficult to describe to ordinary people.
Suddenly, Mr. Xiang fell from the sky, holding Taiyi’s green quinoa staff.
The fairy guest is unapproachable and flies away to the green clouds.
When will the white apples return? I don’t know when the reeds will bloom in autumn.
The Orchid Pavilion Tie hidden in Bayuan Qiyan
For thousands of years in the Southern Dynasties, there were people who brought out the flowers and plants in the Orchid Pavilion.
It has been inscribed for a long time, but this paper is still as new as today.
Postscript Zhang Gongfu Tongbanzhige's Hui Yue Zhai Poetry Yi Hao
The sentences are very similar, and you can taste them carefully in front of the lamp.
The solitary fragrance is planted in the back mountain, and one petal holds the incense.
The frost is astringent in the bitter place, but the crane is strong when it comes.
You shouldn’t have to work hard, the young master is also busy.
Ba Zhongmin was appointed as a public dispatcher
The goods in the market were used as ginseng and ginseng to cover up the dispute between Qin and Ruokou.
Kill all the people to eliminate the substrate, Bian Jing has two handfuls of old manjing.
After leaving Cheng Lingling, he suddenly fell ill with typhoid fever. He visited the doctor for two ten days. As the burden got worse and worse with each passing day, he went to see the doctor of the Tang Dynasty for nine days, but he recovered. Thank you for your long sentence
The disease is as good as the enemy, and the medicine is as good as the medicine.
Huaiyin will win every battle, and Yuji will never miss a beat.
In the old Tang Dynasty, the Pulse Dharma Ming was higher, and one could escape by reading two strokes.
It is not virtuous to explore the bag and raise the dead, and do not care about being a guest.
But the villagers rarely suffer from sickness, and the famous doctors have many Mazhu under their eyes.
I am so thin that I am still sickly. I have not been able to advance and retreat even in the past two decades.
I didn’t hate you when I met you too late, and I didn’t waste my time cleaning up.
Long sentences are exchanged between hands and ears, and it is impossible to drink a glass of water.
White hair sigh
Plain silk will become black after a long time, and black hair will become silk after a long time.
There is a way to dye black silk, and there is no dyeing period for silk on the temples.
The sun and the moon are busy, galloping westward day and night.
Jiang Han and his friends galloped toward the east.
The sun is setting in the east as the sun flows to the west of Jianghan, and the hair on the temples is as dark as yesterday.
Why not wander around by candlelight when the night is long? Life will not be happy.
Bai Hanxiao
The wind blows through the green lotus at dawn, and the flowers are still white and jade-like.
How can the fragrance spread all over the world if a charm is not allowed to bloom?
Two Poems on White Chrysanthemum
The white chrysanthemum will turn yellow when it first blooms, and will turn white as frost when it blooms.
The little bee is as big as a needle and is not afraid of the cold and smells the cold fragrance.
Two poems about white chrysanthemums
After the frost, the yellow flowers are not visible, leaving only white chrysanthemums to fight against the thick frost.
Fight with frost on a sunny day, and fight until the frost melts but the chrysanthemum does not melt.
White Lotus
The flowers in the well are stretching out the white lotus flowers, and I sit and watch them peel off their snow-skinned skin.
Since fallen flowers floated on the water, jade boats filled the rivers and lakes.
White Lotus
Cut the plain flower head pieces into ice, and carve the green qiong on the back of the leaves into ribs.
Take care of children and break them lightly, but they hate the green needle pricking their hands.
Buying pandan from Baisha to Yanzhou
The heavy fog is suspected of morning rain, but the setting sun is actually clear.
Outside the Wanshan River, there is a tower with a sharp peak.
The boat is too narrow for Xiaoning, and the journey is long and we are tired.
When the water went into Zilingtai, it was cleared before drinking.
Two Baitou Yin poems
Wenjun made his own Baitou Yin, complaining that the sea was not deep when he came.
Resenting and killing Xiangru to pay for the bottom line, at first he believed in a piano.
Two poems by Baitou
Except that *** Jiang is a female teacher, Bai Zhou went to Baitou to say goodbye.
It is difficult to persuade him not to complain, except who his ex-husband blames.
White Fish Soup Drama Title
The fish has white brocade scales in the cold autumn water, and the ginger and tangerine trees are fragrant and pungent.
Dongpo jade grits are really poor in appearance, and they are as delicious as Mr. Xiang.
White Zong Sings and Dances and Poems for the Four Seasons of Spring
When you have enough spring sleep in life, the waves can dry up the mountains and move them.
After the Pearl Palace banquet, the dawn star came out, but it didn’t mean that there were no crows in the sky.
The king came to sit in court until sunset yesterday, how could the king ever be happy for a day?
There is half green moss in Pingle in the forest, and the peach blossoms have returned to Yanghua.
Bai Zong sings and dances in four seasons and writes words about winter
I am worried about the poor snow and do evil, but I don’t like to have fun in the snow.
Youth returns to the bottom of the glass, and jade dust dances outside the grape brocade.
A little drooping hand of Yangchun song, I urge you to drink and live a long life.
This year’s dendrobium is only eight cents, so don’t envy this year next year.
White Zong Sings and Dances, Poems for the Four Seasons of Autumn
The stars are about to disappear, the sky is windy, and the moon is still wet with the Milky Way.
The ice on the young girl's spine is like frost, and it blows so hard that Xuan's boudoir cannot fly in.
The Huansha people at the foot of Zhuluo Mountain are all colorless.
The delicate and noble ones are extremely intoxicated and jade-like, but the strong ones dance in the brocade for the king.
The Four Seasons of White Songs and Dances in Summer
After April and before May, wheat winds, locust trees rain, and yellow plum blossoms bloom.
If the king dislikes the month of May, what can he say about the scorching heat of June?
The Palace of Water Spirits, the Ice and Snow Mountains, the Clothes of Lotus and Lotus, and the Plates of Water and Water.
The old farmer’s back is cracked by the sun, and the king is still feeling hot in the palace.
Three poems about Banshan Temple
Frost pines and snow bamboos are found again, and the water in the south and east is deep.
Who can stay in Feng’s house? It’s better to build a temple to avoid sadness.
Three poems from Banshan Temple
The old and immature man answered the door, and Vaya accompanied him when he was sick.
The Prime Minister’s Mansion and the Brahma Palace are all illusions, but they must leave the house and leave the dust.
Three poems about Banshan Temple
The temple was given a new name by the sun, and the chickens and dogs still welcomed the old master.
The children all clapped their hands when they saw him, and the master of Banshan Temple wore a turban and a turban.
North wind
The mountains and rain never stop, and the rivers and clouds are lush.
No matter how fast the water is, it is more important to take the lead.
The grass is sad and green, and the flowers can be red.
The benefits of spring are in Tao Tu.
Three poems about water on the beach in front of Biluo Cave
When the water knows that the mountain is approaching, it becomes mad at first, and the arrow rushes towards the stars and takes advantage of it.
The migratory current under the beach can endure many things, and the whirlpools turn around to see how busy it is.
Three poems on the beach in front of Biluo Cave
Behind the stone peak is Yingzhou, but it does not teach people to reach the shore.
The spring breeze in Luo Dai does not blow straight, so the boat will be frustrated by several twists and turns.
Three poems about water on the beach in front of Biluo Cave
On the beach in front of Biluo Peak, the pole maker screamed until his mouth went dry.
When the door is opened, it will be said that the boat is far away, only at Ludi Bay at the top of the peak.
Four Poems of Biluo Cave
The peaks of Biluo are green hairpins, and Yao Cen is suddenly inserted into the plains.
There must be a fairy house in the cave, and the jade chamber and golden hall cannot be found.
Four Poems from Biluo Cave
In my dream, I once parked a boat in front of the cave, and it was last year when the catkins and flying flowers fell.
Today I came to look for a place to park my boat, and there was wind, rain, and grass all over the river.
Four Poems from Biluo Cave
The immortals in the cave wereted their efforts, drilling rivers and bending to achieve magical powers.
Thousands of people live around the Liujiang River, and finally rush into the gorge.
Four Poems from Biluo Cave
Thunder roars on the beaches, and it lingers even more when encountering the power of the river.
If you don’t get to Yingzhou Ding tonight, why use the mountain clouds to bring rain?
The windlass body in the Biluo Hall at dusk
Looking out into the Biluo Hall at dusk, there was a mournful sound and the sky was clear.
Suddenly, the city was filled with mist, and there seemed to be no homes across the water.
I sat and watched half of Mount Lotus sinking, and hurriedly returned to the Taoist Temple to collect the remaining books.
Walking along the bottom of the flower in search of a lamp, I stumbled and was annoyed by Xiao Shi to help me.
Looking at Biluotang at night
In the sound of twilight teacups, dusk clouds arise, and white smoke covers the whole city.
There is a green forest that cannot cover the sky, and the green harp is covered with cotton.
Looking at Heshan Mountain at dawn in Biluotang
Heshan Mountain is not too high, but it cannot be seen in the city.
As soon as you climb the Biluotang, you will see the mountain scenery directly opposite.
Like a person lying on the ground, jumping up and standing half in the sky.
He commanded an ambush, and thousands of horses crossed the bank.
It’s not long before we are behind, but we are far ahead.
As soon as the morning light reaches Yanue, all the characters are beautiful.
The green screens opened and closed, and the green flags flashed and rolled.
The rainbow hangs down from the sky, but the bridge is in vain.
Lao Ling occasionally reported the incident, and the county court gathered guests to praise him.
Changing into mountain towels in a hurry, we headed down to Linban in silence.
Baguio Cave Sky
Thousands of green pines and trees, thousands of bamboo poles, a day apart in the green.
From then on, there are thirty-seven caves in the sky, including the Immortal Baguio at the beginning.
Traveling all over Mount Lu, I showed you the elders of Wanshan Mountain.
The little Banjun was carried by the shoulder, and the geographical records were recorded in ancient green books.
First I passed through thousands of long pines, and suddenly I looked up at thousands of cliffs.
Looking at the mountains is unknown, and losing the beauty of the mountains.
I can’t stop asking questions as I walk, and gradually I can recognize them one by one.
The five old men of He Dynasty climbed to the top and turned into stone.
At this age, my teeth are weak.
God gave five kinds of jade milk to the canal for worship.
Where Yuanming slept drunkenly, traces of sweetness were printed on the stone.
Yishao raises geese in the pond, with moss and flowers stained with ink.
The crane crows and the sky is blue in the south, and the turtle worships the Big Dipper.
The relationship with Qixian is not shallow, and the moon pillow borrows the cloud mat.
Thousands of fir trees and Kaixian make a spring and break the pearl wall.
The sick eyes are greedy and poor, and the toes are cowardly.
There are many handsome people traveling with me, and half-talkers.
This is a day off, no one else can do it.
Going back to the boat with Xiaoxing on board, looking back to reminisce about the two.
My cousin Zhou Ming was a Taoist master of Fu Shen and his landscapes were also beautiful. He came to visit after a long absence and presented me with two quatrains
It was not difficult for my cousin Zhou Lang to change the world with the characters in his writing.
Wu Song can be filled with half of the river water, and a crown of virtuous people can be placed on his head.
My cousin Zhou Ming was a Taoist master in Fu Shen and the landscape was also beautiful. He came to visit me after a long absence and presented me with two quatrains
The Nong family has an axis on Mount Guoxi, which falls among the snowy ridges of the water stream.
There is a new brother with eyes as bright as the moon. He washes his hands and picks up the things he picked up before returning them.
Farewell to Professor Wu Jingheng
It is difficult to say goodbye to people who are close to each other.
It’s too late to make a friend until we meet each other when we are older.
The road in the world is narrow now, but my disciples are in a broad place.
This heart encourages each other, not only to add food. After the rain in the South China Sea, I climbed to the Sky View
I haven’t climbed to the high platform for ten days. After the rain, the cane sticks are supported by the sun in the evening.
The peaks outside the city welcome the setting sun, and the pine roots and thin grass are always shining brightly.
I can’t see the book from Lingbei, and I suddenly feel sad when autumn comes to Hainan.
Only the lotus flowers are old acquaintances, and the green cover before the wind attracts people.
The Tao Ling of the South China Sea sent water to sink, and responded with two poems of Shuangjing Tea
The city that was sunk by water was the best, but the city that was taken ashore was even worse.
Hidden bones and dragon chopsticks are barren, and the class's articles are spread out.
The remaining ointment is used up, the fire is heated, and the cooked water is boiled to make the new soup.
What's the use of jasmine fragrance? After all, it loses its fragrance.
Nanhai Tao Ling sent water to sink, and reciprocated with two poems of Shuangjing tea
Lingwai wrote to thank the old friend, but the plum blossoms were not sent to the furnace for fumigation.
Distinguish the fragrance and test the mountain fire, and the clouds of the South China Sea suddenly appear on my sleeves.
Ran Lao's eyebrows are clear to the bone, lingering in the window and cleverly written.
Qiong Ju’s retribution can be discerned, and the spring breeze in Shuangjing drops a pound.
Two poems from Nanhua Road
At dawn, everything is bright and sunny, the wind is light and the sun is warm.
I can’t bear to look back at Nanhua Road, when it was plum blossoms and drizzle last year.
Two poems from Nanhua Road
The cavalrymen cheer and don’t be angry, they are returning from the north two thousand miles away.
I diligently drink water from Caoxi River and wash away the dust on my face.
Looking south to Hezao Mountain
I feel ashamed that Hezao Mountain welcomed me to the west ship last year.
Come and see me back east now, and follow me to Jinxian in four days.
Looking at the water in Nanxi Bowanwan
Who put the gravel on the embankment and the water broke through the embankment and broke the sand.
Countless small fishes are jumping around, and the bottom of the glass plate is shaking silver flowers.
Nanxi River stands at dusk
The shadow of the stream is bright and glowing at the end of the new month, and the sound of water is heard among the rocks and lazy sand.
If you want to live as a fish as a child, jump to the wave ring in the new year.
Water from the Nanxi River, looking back at the plum blossoms in the mountain garden
The plum blossoms come from the mountain and cross the stream. I love the clear stream near and far.
The sound of the stream keeps me here, and the plum blossoms call me back.
Rising from bed in autumn in Nanxi Mountain Residence
I never get angry when the guests arrive, I just get up and pick up a book to read.
The little bee has a trick to trick the peasant into sleeping, and secretly drinks from the inkstone dripping from the clear window.
Hibiscus is planted on the Nanxi River
Hibiscus are planted densely in the water, and stand slantingly along the edge of the stream to illuminate the open stream.
The red will leave for ten miles after being released. Don’t go back until you finish the stream.
Nanxi Xibei
The Immortal family has unparalleled medicine and can make mercury into silver.
But I melted the crystal ring into a stream of water in the south.
Leisurely follow the children and play, the golden sands and jade gravels are fine and fine.
Water flows from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the stream, and the sound of shattering crystals fills the ears.
Suddenly a piece of green moss shed, and a blue cloud shadowed thousands of miles away.
Nanxi Weir Beach
I love the arrow-like rapids of the stream, and throw rocks to block the clear waves.
Suddenly it was like Yafu bumping into a jade bucket, and like Zhongni sounding like an elephant ring.
The whole north and south were moved to the south, and the religion was so angry that they did not know how to return from morning to noon.
Bianrao Yanlin Sanba Gorge is also known as Longmen Bajie Beach.
Early Spring in Nanxi
I returned home and saw spring for the fifth time, but I was always annoyed by the spring.
Tall willows are green at the top, and small peaches are red at the tips.
The rolling curtain pavilion is full of sunshine, and the wind of the stick stream and mountains is flowing.
The new year brings new rain, and last year was not as good as the last year.
Nanxiong Unleashes the Boat
As soon as a boat was launched on the river in the spring of yesterday, it was either entering the water or ascending to the sky.
Now that there is no water in the Xiaze River, it is easy to reach the sky with faith.
The twin willows in front of Nanxiong Posthouse
The willows in front of Waiji Hall are extremely strange. There are no such rain vortex threads in Nanzhong.
Don’t worry about the heat if the noon wind does not move, just watch the branches hang freely.
Two Plum Blossoms in front of Nanzhai
Hung up the south window to watch the plum blossoms test their makeup at dawn.
The two trees grow close to each other. I will not burn incense for a month.
One of two poems about plum blossoms in front of Nanzhai`
In the mountain garden, vegetables are everywhere every day, and only Nanzhai is the most beautiful.
The plum blossoms reflect the bamboo, and the jade concubine's picture reflects the emerald shoji.
In front of Nanzhai, the trees are draped wildly, and the red plum blossoms are not wild in the middle, because the flowers are decorated with fine lines.
Sweep away the ruthless flowers of the green trees, and release the red plums to welcome spring.
Planning to return to the courtyard to mingle poems by the willows
The Jade Palace retreated at the beginning, and the horses at Kinmen did not neigh.
There is a place deep in the courtyard, and all the hidden traces of willows are lost.
The spring of Purple Road is boundless, and the blue silk dance is in full swing.
The wind and smoke forget the near and far, and the pavilion asks about its height.
Beyond the sound of the lingering snowy orioles, the setting sun and the phoenixes tuck into the west.
On Huadi Road in Shaoling, there are poems dedicated to objects.
A poem about imitating flowers with stamens covered in red
The flowers are dense but not without stamens, and they are colorful and cluttering the eyes.
Thousands of branches are in harmony, and one color is always red.
The peaches at dawn are like piles, and the apricots are about to dry in the clear sky.
The golden beard is lost in confusion, but the jade-cheeked one is drunk.
I suddenly felt that the country and the mountains were beautiful, and they were all caged with splendor.
Whoever can paint the spring scenery will pay it to Shaoling Weng.
A poem about cold autumn wind and Chu bamboos in Jizhou.
On the day of the Hakka expedition, it happened to be the autumn of Chu water.
When the wind blows, thousands of bamboos are repaired in the cold.
Blowing clears the bones of frost, and the sound is loud at the ancient ferry.
Banlin is so cold that it feels like it’s cracking, but the blue sky is cool and quiet.
It is no longer fast to wear clothes, but it is sad to lose one's hat.
Shaoling’s poems reflect hardships and are more suitable to be searched for as a farewell.
If you want to learn from ancient times, you will need to revise poems
It is difficult for students to study ancient times and seek only shortcomings.
I am very happy and want to practice my skills.
Remember the source for thousands of years, and think about it for thousands of weeks.
At first it is like a spring, and suddenly it is like flowers floating in a well.
The idea is expressed before the words are spoken, and the words flow down the pen.
Changli feels the autumn sentence, and the holy place is extremely dark.
Poem of Jin Boli and Magpies to be Jinshi
Drawing and training to become a silver man, melting gold to make moon waves.
In the sloping place of the Osmanthus flower, the bird and magpie get more light.
The clouds and leaves are pure in autumn, and the water chestnuts are polished in a mirror.
The palace carries bamboos in the water, and you can watch the stars in the sky.
The fog is wet and the night is still dark, and the frost is bright and it is dawning.
The lingering words of the words lingered, and the swords and swords touched each other.
I would like to write a poem about the moving blue sky on the cold river in Shanshe
The river is far away, clear and bottomless, and it is extremely cold in the depth of autumn.
The Taixu Yuan is pure and clear, and the reflection is clear and turbulent.
The waves of snow turned into pieces, and the blue sky fell into the mirror.
The light shakes the reed leaves, and the sound shakes the stems of the polygonum flowers.
It’s hard for a painter to paint, but it’s hard to find a line for a poem.
There is so much in this world, I want to hold the fishing rod.
The proposed title is Mianzhou Tuiguanting Liuyi Hall
A generation of modern Wenbo, Sanba has produced virtuous people in the past.
The universe is filled with white light, blue water and dark wind and smoke.
A guest once took a pillow and met an old immortal in the outer hall.
The five-color pen in the dream is still used to write about singing cicadas.
Two poems are planned for Qingcheng in the southern suburbs of Yisi
The springs at the end of Zhufang River are already there, and the smoke from the cinnamon shoots rises even more.
The Yellow Emperor is sitting on a bright golden torch, and the Emperor Taizixu is under the blue sky.
There are always twelve dragons on the jade road, and three thousand tigers on the embroidered clothes.
Ten thousand people accompanied him to return to Changhe to see the golden rooster by the snowy willow.
Two songs about Qingcheng in the southern suburbs of Yisi
Shangrui is particularly strange this year, with many crops in the fields and clouds.
Stars sink and break in the north of Tianjie, and waves are quiet in the west of Kunlun and Bozhou.
The emperor is in the purple altar, and the gods are next. The sky is like the sky and the moon is like a moon.
One person holds a jade and a thousand officials are solemn, and ten thousand horses and frost dare not neigh.
Recording Fang Liu's Poetry on Jade Water
There is no skill in observing water, I have written about it in the past.
The jade is returned in this moment, but it will flow outside.
Zhen Liyuan has been lurking for a long time, and his heroic spirit has emerged.
The clear waves are all in the middle, and the Baoxi is straight and horizontal.
Gold and sea light intersect, and the source of Xuan is folded into darkness.
He is as virtuous as a gentleman, and casts his love in secret without any illness.
The tweezers are white
You are a young man in your fifties, and you will never forget your love when you pull out the white tweezers.
The New Year only means no achievements, and there are also sixty frost mustaches.
The white tweezers
When I stop drinking and worry, my poetry has faded.
Tweezing the mustache is not an urgent task, but it is also a half-time job.
Tweeze the white hair
Don’t tweezer the white mustache of the rhombus flower. I advise you to keep it to accompany you to recite poems.
If you want to add a new sentence to the brocade bag, how can you embroider it with plain silk?
Two poems by "The Wicked Man of Ninglu Hall"
Snowflakes appear in all directions and cut into goose yellow, and thousands of gold flakes, bran and grits are revealed.
Look how big it is and how fragrant it is.
Two poems by "The Wicked Man of Ninglu Hall"
Dream rides a white phoenix up into the blue sky, crossing the Milky Way and entering the Moon Palace.
In the world of Guanghanxiang, I feel the wind of mignonette outside the curtain.
Ningqiao Ferry
The bridge is broken and still muddy, and the boat is crossing the water.
The path at the bank is dangerous and narrow, and there is no one to support the sedan chair.
At noon, there is a leak in the general, but the autumn sun refuses to disappear.
Knowingly you are approaching the store, but you are secretly aware of the road ahead.
Volume 21
Ox-tailed civet
Fox Gong’s rhyme is better than Bingyu’s skin, but his character is not famous as Jili.
By mistake, he followed Qi Xiang to burn the tail of an ox, and he was awarded the title of Chao Qiuzi.
The descendants of the family have been hereditary for generations, and the children of Huang Province are flying like fish and wild geese.
Sir, try to talk to Ji Li. If you are interested in what he says, you should listen to it.
Six words of a farmer
The fields have been covered with rice transplants, and the sparse seedlings are still wet with water.
The white gulls fly at Jipu, and the yellow calves return at sunset.
Farmer's sigh
In two months, the spring rain is sunny for three days, and the winter is cold but the temperature is slightly green at the beginning.
As long as the spring flowers bloom late, I worry about the stars of the farmers.