The study for this issue of Literary Home, "Man Ting Fang", is in Yan Jidao style, with ninety-five characters in double tone, and four flat rhymes in the upper and lower columns.
Nalan Huiruo: Man Ting Fang·Wen Yuan
The fragrant water is flowing, the horse lake laps on the shore, and a leaf of Hongmeng blooms in rhyme. We meet each other in passing glances.
Autumn marsh Hancheng Yuzi, flying poems and cranes, it is fun. Bixi brewing, carefree Jinse, drunken eyes asking whether they are male or female.
While walking on the street, the dragon man recalled warmly and thought the cup was empty. Painting words, the moon is bright and the breeze is blowing in front of the window.
The grass, grass and feathers are intertwined, the green branches are diffuse, and the plums are white and the peach is red. Cooking fragrant tea, blue jade butterflies, singing about the lush greenery. (Contains 28 poems by friends)
Autumn is waning: the courtyard is full of fragrance and joy is shared
The bright moon has dim light, the fallen flowers have pale shadows, and the late autumn rain is hazy. The waning autumn mood still brings warm memories of meeting each other.
How can the bright moon in the spring city elsewhere be more poetic than that? We haven't met each other yet, but we have written words about each other, but it seems that they have been harmonious for a long time.
This spring is just right, the plum blossoms are blooming, and you are enjoying the beauty of the world. I just hope that I can be free and calm again. I hope there is anyone who can complain about this, in my home or in my poems. The original intention is still there, don't talk about my humble work, it is not the same as the old days.
Sad Little Arrow: Man Tingfang. Literal Home (New Rhyme)
The trees are growing buds, Zhou Gong talks about dreams, and he follows the dreams into his homeland. When walking, the bamboo is hidden, and the path is accompanied by orchids.
The old tree is shaken by the wind in Moshang, and there is a young man leaning on the railing without saying a word. The fish are blowing in the waves, the brave men are leisurely guests, and they are enjoying themselves by the lake.
The star shines brightly on the moon, the light and shadow are dim, and the mood of autumn is waning. Hui Ruo is enlightened and skillfully speaks poetry.
You also speak softly like me, but your original intention is still there, and it may be easy to sleep peacefully. Looking for fragrant water, peach blossom wine, warm memories of the Western Hills.
Clever poetry: The garden is full of fragrance
The flowers are fragrant, the green branches are pale, and the sound of poetry is often recited. Before you know it, the spring scenery fills Changting. There are several thrushes competing for trees, and there are also jade butterflies and dragonflies. The flying crane in the west has a fleeting light, as elegant as an elf.
Looking at Mahu Lake, my home remains the same, and my words go with me. I only hope to have new words, good wine and good friends. Find a place high in the mountains and flowing water, play the piano three times, and forget your false reputation. I am an old man in Chang'an, a long-time guest in the world of mortals, and express deep affection in my dreams.
垞果: Man Ting Fang? Wen Yuan
Half of the wall is covered with mist, and a boat of rosy shadows is as beautiful as the colorful red leaves. Wei Lan smiled, Lan Hui knew spring best.
Qiao said that he was leading the way to the fragrant water, and the horses and lakes were swimming, and the shadows were patrolling. On the willow embankment, the green branches are dancing, and the bamboos are hiding and spreading the fragrance.
The warm memories of those days, the pale shadows of fallen flowers, and the floating clouds. Jiuzhou gathers, and the original illusion also leaves traces.
Mo Nuo’s plan is shining brightly, spreading its wings and running together. Wenyuan Palace, time goes by again, and the dream of Jinse will last forever.
A fleeting glimpse: the garden is full of beauty | The literary garden has its own beauties
Having soaked in the wind of the Tang Dynasty for a long time, and the rain of the Song Dynasty, the literary garden has its own beauties. Invite friends, work diligently and cultivate yourself.
Slim and graceful, elegant and clean, without any trace of ice or snow. The true love is there, the sincerity reaches far, and the integrity is as high as the clouds.
The word skills are like cardamom, the character of Nalan is as strong as soul. Caress a song and chant the world of mortals crazily.
Laughing at the flowers a few times, the spring and autumn chants and beautiful scenery are written. Crowned in the world, outstanding and outstanding, women dancing in Kunlun.
Jiyang Yuyi: The courtyard is full of fragrant grass and blue flowers
Poets from all directions, friends from all over the world, thousands of words sing in the home. With one call and a hundred responses, a wave of passion emerged.
Talents can call for wind and rain, carrying paper and inkstones, and water flowing into the clouds. A girl in red makeup, a duel between men and women, a book and brocade show of lofty sentiments.
The words and chapters are perfect, the symbols are used to capture the sentences, and the pen is used to prepare for the battle. *** Lanzhou, sailing and riding the waves. There is so much fun here, everyone is enjoying themselves, joking and singing. The spring breeze blows, the grass is green and the flowers are bright, and the aura is majestic.
A brave man returns to foolishness: Man Ting Fang · Home of Literary Friends
The ink is waved, the rhyme is played, and the friends come from the west and the east. The spring garden gathers together, and the elegance and customs are in harmony.
Picked from the north of the earth and the south of the sky, thousands of words are charming, and the stars and the moon are flowing. Looking for each other, I paint bones with pearls and jade, and hundreds of teams compete with each other to carve dragons.
The delicacies of mountains and seas, choosing the best to make up for the shortcomings, the same as the neon light. Entering the cloud pen, a good teacher smiles and touches his eyes.
We are strangers and good friends throughout our lives. When we come back, the dew pours on the bushes. Qixia congratulations, everyone is carrying autumn fruits, and the river is full of red wine.
Zutian: Man Ting Fang? Garden of Ci
Words are the heart of the family, poetry is the collective wish, and words are used to connect friends in the countryside. Looking far into the distance, there is a rhythm between water and sky.
How can I love the plain and scorching sun? There is a way, like the rolling hills. The moon is bright again, and the water-filled mirror at night casts its shadow in front of the curtain.
How many degrees of time, spring, autumn, winter and summer, connect every minute and every second. I found it, red, orange, yellow and green. It can be used to send love to the fields and dance, with Ci Quan and Youyou Pingtan. Spring is always here, in the countryside, the trees point to the sunny sky.
Old tree: the garden is full of fragrance · chanting lanterns to accompany dreams
Words convey sound, poems pursue love, and writing is tranquil and affectionate. The garden is full of spring scenery, but I miss summer, autumn and winter. Heat flashes often include showers, after sunset, clouds and moon rush. The fruity aroma is clear, with a hint of snow-stained fragrance and white spots with plum red spots.
Starlight surrounds the window, my thoughts are far away, and my ink is exhausted. Looking up at the sky, I often take advantage of the strong wind to relieve my worries. A few short odes and long songs, for the sake of harmony and refining sentences. On a clear and sad night, chanting lamps accompany dreams, hanging in the warm current.
Huang Ming:
1. The courtyard is full of fragrance. Traveling in the east of Yunnan
The laughter is full of laughter, dotted horizontally, the lotus pond is green and the fields are covered. The fun of mulberry countryside revolves around summer. Shili West Lake Tea Garden, beside the Red Canal Pavilion and Jiuqu Bridge. Long memories of each other, delicious food and wine restaurants, and drunken shadows at night.
In the young years in eastern Yunnan, we see each other late, and it is difficult to wander. For seven or eight years, thousands of mountains and rivers are lonely. But thanks to Chanjuan's explanation, she left the plateau and chose a career to return to Sichuan. We meet again, we make close friends, and our words are bitter.
2. The courtyard is full of fragrance. The first dawn is crimson.
The first dawn is crimson, the clear clouds are breaking up the catkins, and thousands of roses are leaning against the red sea. Infinite joy, cuddling with your partner. Listening to the magpie chatter in the forest, there are many beautiful ripples. The green mountain daisy blooms, the gentle breeze blows, and the girl smiles and knows the fragrance.
In the spring and autumn, I revisited the old garden, and the flowers faded. In the melancholy, the beauty of yesterday floats. Weeping and asking softly: Counting from the beginning, is it like a dream? Sad farewell, two people sell wine, lonely empty cup.
Shen Jian: Is the courtyard full of beauty? The rivers are pure inside and outside
China is majestic and famous, and the rivers are pure inside and outside. Heroes have been recorded in books and history since ancient times.
Looking at the three mountains and five mountains, there are many talented people and beautiful women. A huge piece of brocade, the chapter continues the dream, and the iron and blood build the loyal soul.
In the place where you have been searching for thousands of years, there are endless beacon smoke and horses trampling on the sand. The whip is pointed, and the journey is full of vigor and vitality.
A blueprint and elixir scroll, with heroic views and masterful economics. Whoever comes to invade will be driven out of the country, and the sword will ask the world.
Mu Yijun: The courtyard is full of fragrance·Autumn eyes are condensed
The dead trees are in the west wind, the remaining clouds are flying in the north, and the moonlight is silent in the mist. The cool shadow of the window is reflected in the sparse orchid lamp.
After farewell, there are all kinds of things, but in the end, I am lonely and lonely. Standing in the morning and evening, watching in silence, I burst into tears several times.
How much hatred is floating in life, the past events in the world of mortals, the lingering rain and weeping smoke. Recalling each other secretly, Ying Jiao and Yan Wan Hong were shocked. I still remember the time when the couple flew together, drunkenly and romantically among the flowers. The heart is broken, and in the dream of joy and sorrow, the autumn eyes are still focused.
Roses are fragrant: the garden is full of fragrance. Spring memories (new rhyme)
Young willows drag smoke, young peaches spit out their pistils, and a light boat touches the wind. The blue waves rippled slightly, and the sky was covered with clouds and water.
Looking at the flying orioles and dancing swallows, outside the long pavilion, there are several clusters of bright red. Standing on the railing, you can see the hometown in the distance, the shadow of drizzle is hazy.
The passing years are like a dream, separation and separation come and go in a hurry. Hate when, the love is strong before the flowers and under the moon. *** Enjoy the beautiful scenery in a good time, gather together for a short time, and embrace the joy and sorrow. A glass of wine, how can we laugh and talk about the past?
Zhong Hailing: The courtyard is full of fragrance
The dead trees are red, the stone steps are green, and the small garden is fragrant. Where the orange blossoms are in bloom, the pistils are fragrant. A few rhododendrons are white, and the rock osmanthus is light yellow. The spring sun is warm, the gentle breeze blows against my face, and the butterflies are dancing and the bees are busy.
A good saying is that spring rain is precious, like smoke and mist, moistening clothes. In the blink of an eye, the clouds are white and the sun is green and the sun is red. With such boundless beauty, I don’t dare to turn over the soil and divide the rice seedlings by mistake. Who would have expected that now that I am old, only Ainongsang is left.
Lin Zhongshun: Full of Fragrance in the Courtyard? Spring (New Rhyme)
When the swallows return to Liang, the willow breeze blows on their faces, and the peach blossoms cluster in the shade. Deep in the green forest, the soil is broken and the bamboo shoots contain gold. The mist is soft and the gauze is green, and you can feel the sound of Tao and nature.
The high bamboo fence blocks out the sunlight, making the place feel cold and sad.
The intestinal muscles feel more hungry, the smoke from the cooking pot makes people feel more hungry, and the smell of home is overwhelming. Don't wander around, the Jingzhe Garden is colorful. ***The rain and dew this day and night bring blessings and blessings to all generations of children and grandchildren. Flowers are letters, who will send poems and notes? Watching the wild geese Xu Qiu body.
Unknown: The courtyard is full of fragrance - the floating life has not stopped
Winter is gone, swallows are flying, spring is coming, and the mountains are covered with green grass and trees. Unintentional romance, good times are more about love.
Looking out the window at dusk, I sighed, looking like a lonely moon. It's hard to look back on the old road, it's not as young as a young man.
This body is not old yet, time is not old, and the road is already difficult. Whoever you laugh at is frivolous and does not envy the fame.
It’s hard to complain about leisure and sorrow at night, only clear shadows and lamps are shining on each other. Living dreams, drunkenness and waking up again and again, never stop for eternity.
The wind is blowing for you: the courtyard is full of fragrance, the mood of spring is fading
The lingering flowers grow, the lovesickness breaks the willows, and there are many spring events in the painting hall. Thinking of distant places by looking out the window, and remembering the returning geese.
How many fireworks are in the past, helpless, like a dream that has become empty. According to the heart, the spring mood is warm or cold, just like water flowing from west to east.
When spring comes, I feel tired and the willows are green at first, and they seem to meet each other again. I never thought that people are like grass and trees, just like the wind.
The old acquaintances who once seemed to be familiar with each other are all gone, and the clouds are thick. In the spring breeze, the peaches and plums are in bloom, and their branches are blooming in red.
Hancheng: Man Tingfang? Who knows? (New rhyme)
I chase butterflies on the field ridges, catch crickets on the long embankment, my youthful pace is light. The songs fly far away, and the smile is like a flower. The purple swallow holds mud in its mouth and spreads its wings, guiding its skirt and passing through the pavilion. Looking up, warm ducks are playing in the water, and waves are riding in the dusk.
It was a dream when I woke up. I was angry at the moon and complained about the morning clock. How can I make my face beautiful with rouge? Although Wan Zhi was tough, he lost to the cold wind. The pattering of spring rain can understand my voice.
Unparalleled: The courtyard is filled with fragrance and lovesickness
The bright moon is in the sky, floating clouds are swimming, and the mulberry fields are endless. The beauty is far away, but I always remember her appearance when I was young.
I lament the lonely shadow in the breeze, with nowhere to send it, and my longing for it is empty. The future is long and the journey is long, may I ask how heavy it is?
The memories of making tea are all in the past, and I hope to share them with you. Thoughts are like the sea, when can we meet again? There is no news about the beauty. Thousands of tears are shed, and her beauty is hard to find. The sky is full of sorrow, and the spring and autumn have passed several times, and there is nowhere to talk about Jiangdong!
Sheng Xue: Man Ting Fang. White Peony
Deer and Leek Xinhua, Luoyang old spectrum. Know people to look after you diligently. It is quiet and clean when it first opens, like the moon walking on light dust. A dim light shines through the corner, misty and misty, and half of the Xiangyun clouds. The branches are inviting, if they are far away or if they are close, they turn gracefully in the morning and dusk.
Frequent pity takes the meaning, the charm of the jade ring, and the spirit of the jade plate. Be more indulgent, the subtle fragrance is as sticky as a butterfly. Don't wake up your deep feelings. Falling flowers will hurt the spring. Fighting to know me, I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep, wearing the moon and leaning against the garden gate.
Shen Jian: Is the courtyard full of beauty? There is a blue field in the dream
The hut fence, the wind and moon of the bamboo stream, the pleasant pen and ink of the clear lotus. Tie the boat to a willow tree, and bring wine to make an appointment with the flower fairy.
When drunk, Wu Gou looked at Bian and sang songs to celebrate the beautiful years. The question asked in the song is that it is carefree and peaceful, and there is a blue field in my dream.
Three paths are good when you wake up, the clear flowers shine on the water, and the warm jade creates smoke. White gulls dance, and the clear river reflects the clouds.
I ramble on about being a prefect, revise poems, and retreat into a paradise. Accompanying the man with the hoe, plowing the forest and cooking the food, nourishing one's nature is vast.
Yufeng 99: Man Ting Fang·Pour wine into the wind
Pour wine into the wind, clear words to make you cry, cold smoke and cold trees to the boat. The drifting and trivial things, sighing and dreaming, all come to an end.
Half a lifetime has been wasted, and looking back, it is difficult to visit the old places. Singing drunkenly, the remaining clouds gradually disperse, and the loneliness complains of separation.
Passing by the maple forest on Zhi'an, Shen Jin looked north with his eyebrows raised in his heart. Thinking about the Ming Dynasty, there were several spring and autumn periods in my life.
I am particularly afraid of the dusk snow in thousands of mountains, and the beauty of the beauty will fade away and fall softly. Now, the love thread is lightly tied, and the rhyme is boiling.
Zhang Chengyu: The courtyard is full of flowers and the spring flowers take pictures
The ten-foot beam garden is surrounded by Yanxie, and the east fence is decorated both inside and outside. The vague frost and snow are not as good as the clear stream. It's time to lean on the railing again. The moon is gone and the crescent moon is like a hook. Because who asked, the flowers bloom very early, and it is too early for leisure and sorrow.
Old friends should laugh at me. If I don’t wash my green shirt, it will be hard to keep my gray hair. Bi Luo Cong, three-thirds of the color is worth stealing. It is said that time passes quickly, so don’t pay lightly and have no way to advance or retreat.
Together with my close friends, the end of the world is here, and I will travel with you.
There is clear snow in the Western Mountains: the garden is full of flowers and hundreds of houses
The water tunes the song, the mountains are fragrant and the trees are fragrant, and the literary garden is full of poetry. The style is interesting, and the willows are green and thin. There is still snow in the corner, but you can enjoy the grass and rock vines in the stream. Three thousand trees, red, orange, yellow and green, are in full bloom.
Xiaoxiao's heart is filled with rain, and the scenery of the mountains is different, and each of them writes Chunying. Do not respect the big, tolerate the heterogeneous and rare. Elegant music, calligraphy and painting, food and sex, and passionate human nature. Zonghengzong, Qi, Qin, Zhaochu, and hundreds of schools of thought.
Autumn marsh with lotus flowers: the garden is full of fragrance and the years are as old as before
Yesterday I looked for plum blossoms, now I look for willows, day and night. The mountains and rivers are warm, and the green streams are murmuring. Empty for thousands of years, it will finally be that, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Regardless of the wind and rain, Haotian is immortal and full of life.
Lying on the Yunzhou River, the clear waves make shadows, and you are leisurely. As far as the eye can see, the peaks and mountains are covered with verdant green. The years pass by as before, carrying the color of dust and coming and going in a hurry. Apply vermilion evenly, look in the mirror with little makeup, how red are the peach dimples?
Shen Jian: Is the courtyard full of beauty? I hear the Tao wins gold in the evening
Stand with your feet in the southern sea, hold your head high in the East China Sea, and look to the North Pole in the west. Mountains and rivers turn in an instant, and the wind and moon sing leisurely.
The red sun and blue clouds write down the aspirations, the rivers and rivers are broad, and the young minds are bright. He lived his life calmly and calmly, riding a crane to visit the Imperial Academy.
In the evening when I heard the road, there was a gurgling fragrance and a faint fairy sound. The bodhi tree is full of fragrant flowers.
I wish you to pray sincerely, and everything in the world will be fruitful. Doing more good deeds and having a virtuous family is better than gold.
Dragon Master: Full of Fragrance in the Courtyard
If you bravely march on the road and hold a cup in your hands, why not devote all your love to the world. A galloping horse is like lightning, and it cannot be stolen in its remaining years.
The big dream lingers for years, and when I wake up, I sigh that my ambition is hard to achieve. Just in time for spring, there are flowers on the street, but a few can be left behind.
The wind in the south of the Yangtze River is just right, and the willows on the banks are crisp and the smoke is green. Things here are just like regrets and greed.
I am also afraid that there will be few people in Qingfeng, and I will be imprisoned on the silkworm road and the painting ground. A place of peace of mind, ordinary beauty, and a light boat in shallow water.
Bamboo Yin: Full of Fragrance in the Courtyard - Freehand
People in rivers and lakes, roots of grass, water and soil, all arise due to fate. When I wake up, I feel like a dream, and I feel like a floating duck. Two cups of tea and light wine, both for that, shallow hatred and deep affection. In the human world, the winds and rains come and go, and the most fearful thing is to have no foundation.
The mountains are heavy and the water is restored. The clothes are fragrant and the horses are jumping over the lake. I can also smell blackbirds, bluebirds and orioles. Seeing the rural acres, it is freehand and the poem is pure and sincere. It turns out that deep in the soul, a candle shines brightly.
Sad Little Arrow: Man Tingfang. Birthday sentiments
Smell the fragrance in the mountains and meet friends in the river towers. Don’t miss the glory of spring. The wine is light and the words are shallow, so why not be sparse.
Look at the plum blossoms and the peach blossoms, how can they be so beautiful? To this day, although I am not confused by the name, I am still confused when I think about it.
We are halfway through the journey, the flowers are bright and the willows are dark, and we have to pick up our luggage again. Or after that, I should have a change of heart.
In the songs and poems, there is still a bit of frivolity. Following the custom, greed for pleasure and profit is just ordinary.
The leaves are green: the garden is full of fragrance and spring thoughts
The clear water is affectionate, the green mountains are like smiles, and Dongjun is in a friendly place. The eyebrows are blooming and the willows are blooming, and the embankment is covered with light smoke. Looking at the beautiful red and fast green, it is clear that the peaches and plums compete for beauty. Sitting among the flowers, the natural fragrance lingers, and bees and butterflies fly.
Deep love cannot be retained, time passes by, and the beauty becomes old and beautiful. Hate Youyou, causing a loss of interest. There are so many things to explain the ebb and flow of love, why not just let it happen? Happy knot, youthful purple road, joyful wandering around.
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