Five Poems on Putting Words into Words
Giving you a method to solve your doubts, without the need to drill tortoises and wish yarrow. It takes three days to burn the jade, and seven years to recognize the material.
The Duke of Zhou was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble before he usurped the throne. The first time I saw him, he was dead, so who would know if it was true or not?
"Under the Bamboo on the Pond"
Through the hedge and around the house, ten acres of idle residence is half a pond. I've been sleeping in the window with a full stomach, and I've been walking alone in the forest with a light foot.
The water can be a friend of mine, and the bamboo is my teacher. Why do you need to go through all the trouble of searching for your friends in the world?
"Fugue Gu Yuan Grass Farewell"
The grass on the plains is a bit dry and flourishing every year.
This is the first time I've ever seen the grass on the ground, and I've never seen it again.
The ancient road is invaded by the distant fragrance, and the deserted city is connected by the clear green. The first time I saw it, it was a very beautiful and beautiful place to be. The sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, the spring river water is as green as blue, can not remember the south of the river?
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Remembering Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou the most. I've been looking for the cinnamon in the moonlight in the mountain temples, and I've been looking at the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. I'm not sure when I'll be able to go back to it.
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Remembering Jiangnan, I remember the Wu Palace secondly. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get back to you in the morning or evening.
Chang Xiang Si
The water of Bianliang flows, the water of Surabaya flows. The first time I saw it, it was a very long time ago, and it was a very long time ago that I saw it.
This is the first time I've ever thought of you, and I hate you. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
We must know that all appearances are not appearances, and if we live without remainder, we will have remainder again.
We forget to speak for a moment under the words, and we speak of dreams in dreams, and they are twofold.
How can we find the fruit of the empty flower, and how can we find the fish of the flame of the sun?
We are Zen, and we are Zen, and we are Zen, and we are Zen, and we do not move, and we do not move, and we do not move, and we do not move.
The Song of Eternal Hatred
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty thought that he was a great lover of his country, and for many years he was unable to find his way to the Royal Palace. The Yang family has a daughter who has grown into a woman, but she has been kept in the bosom of the family. She was born with a natural beauty that is hard to abandon, and she was chosen to be on the side of the king. Smile back a hundred winks, the six palaces have no color. Spring cold give bath Huaqing Pond, hot spring water slippery wash gel fat. The servant helped her up and she was weak, and it was the time when she was newly blessed with grace. Cloud temples, flower face, golden steps, hibiscus tent warm spring night. The spring night is short and the sun rises high, from now on, the king does not have an early morning court. The king does not go to court in the morning from now on. There is no time for serving and banqueting, and the spring is a special night from the spring tour. Harem beauty three thousand people, three thousand favor in one. The golden house is made up to serve the night, and the jade tower is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all listed in the earth, poor colorful birth portal. The world's parents are so happy that they don't give birth to a boy or a girl. The Lixi Palace is high up in the green clouds, and the wind of immortal music is heard everywhere. The king is not enough to see all the time. The drums and drums of fishing and sunshine moved to the ground, breaking the neon dress and feather clothes song. The city was filled with smoke and dust, and thousands of riders traveled southwest. Cuihua shook the line again and again, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The six armies did not send anything to help, and the moth-eyebrows died before the horses. The flower tin was left uncollected, and Cuiqiao's head was scratched by a golden sparrow. The king couldn't save her, but she looked back to see her blood and tears flowing together. The wind was so light that it was hard to climb the sword pavilion with the cloud stacks. Few people walk under Emei Mountain, and the sun is thin when the flags are not shining. The water of the Shu River is blue and the Shu Mountain is green, and the Holy Lord is in love all the time. The moon is a sad color in the palace, and the bells are a broken sound in the night rain. The sky is spinning and the earth is turning back to the dragon's harness, and I can't go to this place with hesitation. In the mud at the bottom of Mawei slope, I couldn't see the jade face of the empty place of death. The officials looked at each other with their clothes on their backs, and looked east to the capital gate to return with their horses. When I return to the pool and garden, they are all still the same, the hibiscus of Taiyu and the willow of Weiyang. The hibiscus is like a face and the willow is like an eyebrow, so how can I not shed a tear? Spring breeze, peach and plum blossoms, autumn rain, sycamore leaves fall. In the south of the Western Palace, there is a lot of autumn grass, and the fallen leaves are full of red steps that are not swept. The pear orchard disciple white hair new, pepper room a supervisor green e old. Evening hall fireflies fly thought quietly, lonely lamps picked out not sleep. The bells and drums are late for the first long night, and the starry river wants to dawn. The mandarin ducks tile is cold and frosty, and the jade coverlet is cold, who is with the ****. The long life and death of a long time, the soul has not come into the dream. Qiong Taoist Hongdu guest, can be sincere to the soul. In order to feel the King's thoughts, so I taught the priests to look for. Exhaustion of the air harnessed gas running like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek it all. He went up and down to the Yellow Springs, but he couldn't find it in either of the two places. Suddenly, I heard that there was an immortal mountain in the sea, and the mountain was in the mist of nothingness. The pavilions were exquisite, and there were many fairies among them. There was a man named Taizhen, with snowy skin and flowery appearance. The first time I saw her was when she was in the west wing of the Golden Temple, bibbling at the Jade Bibimbap, and teaching her to tell me what she had learned. The first time I saw her was when she was in the middle of the night, and she was in the middle of the night, and she was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you. The cloud sideburns were half partial to the new sleep, and the flower crown was not neatly down the hall. The wind is blowing the immortal's shirts, like the dance of neon dresses and feathered clothes. The jade face is lonely, the tears are dry, a branch of pear blossom spring with rain. Gazing at the king with affection, thank you, a parting of the sound and the face of the two remote. Zhaoyang Hall, love is dead, Penglai Palace in the sun and moon long. When I look back at the world, I don't see Chang'an, I see dust and fog. I can only show my deep affection to the old things, Tin alloy hairpin will be sent. The hairpin left a stream together with a fan, hairpin broken gold together with a part of the tin. But I teach my heart to be as firm as a gold tin, and I will see you in heaven and on earth. I'll send my words to you again when I'm about to leave, and I'll tell you that I've sworn that I know both of you. On the seventh day of the seventh month in the Palace of Eternal Life, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night, I wish to be a bird with two wings in the sky. I wish to be a bird with two wings in the sky, and a branch with two branches on earth. The sky is long and the earth is long, and this hatred has no expiration date.
"Watching the Mowing of the Wheat"
The month of May is a busy month in the fields. In the night, the south wind rises, and the wheat covers the long mountains with yellow. The women and nuns were all ready to eat, and the children were carrying pots of water. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. Their feet were steaming in the summer heat and their backs were burning in the hot sky. They did not know how hot it was when they had exhausted their strength, but regretted that the summer days were long. There is a poor woman who carries her son beside her. In her right hand, she held the left ear of her son, and in her left arm, she hung a basket. The woman is saddened to hear what she is saying to each other. "I've lost all the taxes on my family's land, so I've picked this up to feed my hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never worked in agriculture. My salary is 300 stones, and I have a surplus of food at the end of the year. I'm so ashamed of this, I can't forget it all day long.
Morning River Song
A remnant of the sun is spread over the water, half of the river is red. I pity the night of the third day of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Pipa Xing
In the tenth year of the Yuanhe era, I was promoted to the left of the Jiujiang County Secretary. In the fall of next year, I sent a guest to the mouth of the Penpu River, and heard the pipa player in the boat at night, and listened to his voice, clanging with the sound of Kyoto. When I asked her about her, she was an advocate of Chang'an. Tried to learn pipa in Mu, Cao two good talent, old age, color decline, committed to the Jia people's women. He ordered her to play a few songs. The song finished compassionate, recounting the joys of the young hours, now sinking and emaciated, migrating between the rivers and lakes. I have been out of the government for two years, quiet and at ease, feeling the words of the people, is the evening began to feel the intention to move banishment. Because of the long sentence, the song to gift, where six hundred and sixteen words, named "Pipa Xing".
JXunyang River at night to send guests, maple leaves and dirigible flowers in the fall. The master dismounted the guest in the boat, raise the wine to drink no pipeline. Drunkenness is not happy miserable will be farewell, farewell to the vast river immersed in the moon. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a lute on the water, and the master forgot to return to his guest. The master had forgotten to return to his guest, but he did not send him out. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was late to speak. I moved the boat to invite them to meet each other, and added wine to the lanterns to reopen the banquet. After a thousand calls, the pipa player came out, but he was still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The pipa is still holding its face, but it is still holding the pipa. The pipa's strings are plucked three or two times, and there is a feeling before the tune is played. The strings are hiding their thoughts, which seem to be complaining about the lack of ambition in their lives. Lowering the eyebrows and continuing to play the formalities, saying all the infinite things in my heart. The first one is "Nishang" and the second one is "Six Missing". The song is a great example of how to make the most of your time and money, and how to make the most of your time. The warbler's words are slippery underneath the flowers, and it is difficult to get down from the ice to the spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are frozen, and the sound will not be heard for a while. There is no sound at this time that is better than sound. The silver bottle is broken at first, and the iron horsemen stand out with their swords and spears. At the end of the song, when the plucking is done, the four strings make a sound like cracking silk. The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white moon in the center of the river can be seen. The song is played in silence and the strings are inserted into the song, the dress is straightened up and the face is restrained. She said that she was originally a woman from the capital, and her family lived under the toadstools. [I learned the pipa in my thirteenth year, and it was the first instrument I played in a workshop. She was once taught to dress up in the lute, and her make-up was always envied by the Autumn Lady. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. The first time I saw her was when she was a young girl, and her hair was so thin that she didn't know the number of red silk. I was so happy to see you again next year, and I was so happy to see you again next year, and I was so happy to see you again next year. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do with it. The oldest married a merchant's wife. The businessman emphasizes profit over parting, so he went to buy tea in Fuuliang in the month before last. When I came to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, the moonlight around the boat was bright and the river water was cold. I suddenly dreamed of my youth in the depths of the night, and I cried and wept as the red appendage dried up. I heard the pipa already sighing, and then I heard the words again chirping. We are all at the same end of the world, why should we ever meet each other? I resigned from the imperial capital last year, banished to Xunyang City. Xunyang is a remote place without music, do not hear the sound of silk and bamboo all year round. Dwelling near the pen river low wet, yellow reed bitter bamboo around the house. What do you hear in the middle of the day and night? Cuckoo cries blood ape wailing. The spring river flowers towards the autumn moon night, often take the wine also pour alone. There are no mountain songs and village flutes, but they are hard to hear. Tonight, when I heard your pipa words, it was like listening to immortal music. I would like to play a piece of music for you, and I'll write "Pipa Xing" for you. I have been standing for a long time, but the strings of the pipa are turning rapidly. It is not like the sound of the previous song, and all the audience heard it again, and all of them cried. Who wept the most? I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it.
The Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake
The Lonely Mountain Temple is located in the north of Jia Ting West, and the water surface is flat and the clouds are low. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at it," he said. The flowers are all over the place, and only the shallow grass can have no hooves. The most favorite east of the lake line is not enough, green poplar shade in the white sand embankment.
Flower is not a flower
Flower is not a flower, mist is not mist. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. How many times do they come as a spring dream? I can't find a place to go, like the morning clouds. The Charcoal Seller
The Charcoal Seller is a man who cuts wood and burns charcoal in the southern mountains. His face is covered with dust and smoke, his temples are pale and his fingers are black. Where does he earn his money from selling charcoal? I have clothes on my back and food in my mouth. Poor man's clothes were just a little bit thin, but he was worried about the low price of charcoal and wished for a cold day. A foot of snow fell outside the city at night, and the charcoal cart rolled over the icy ruts in the morning. The cows were sleepy and the people were hungry, so I rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city. Who are the two riders? Yellow-clad messengers in white shirts. Hand holding the document mouth said edict, back to the car scolded cattle to lead north. The first is a car full of charcoal, more than a thousand pounds, the palace envoys drive will not be able to cherish. The first is a red raw silk, tied to the head of the ox to fill the charcoal straight.