Peach fan
The past is like an autumn fan, the old garden to be green lamp.
Empty steps and gazes, peach blossoms grow on their own.
The feather fan
The great waves have eliminated the water of the Yellow River, and the Yangtze River is a fan of the wind.
Thousands of heroes have laughed and laughed, and their canoes have crossed the Heavenly Gates
Peach Blossom Fan
The peach blossoms are still falling in Huai Yang Li, and the spring flow has not yet finished the blue steps in the air.
Leaning against the window and listening to the willow song, a fan of love and a fan of wind.
Fan
Beautiful footsteps on the porch bridge, many dreams, past events with the wind into the green firefly
The dusk is half about after the floating light, the summer flow of the night in vain.
Summer Evening
The evening of the bamboo is the beginning of the night.
The breeze rises with the moon, and I sit idly and savor the fireflies.
The white coat of the young man hairpin flower rain, a horse light wind sieve fine Luo.
Huaiyuan
The wind is blowing to support the willow, and the moon is pale, but the plum blossoms are missing.
When I traveled far away from home, the sun was shining in my eyes.
The sea is wide enough for the fish to jump, and the sky is high enough for the birds to fly.
Autumn wind is sad for the stagecoach, and the people return by the sun.
Qiong Shadow
The first fragrance of the moon, the clouds and the wind.
With the sky a long color, spring is in the dream of autumn.
Mountain Dwelling
The mountain dwelling is far away, and the water of the peach grove is gradually going east.
White birds in the plain forest, flowers in the quiet river
Searching for spring
The winds of Bugu sent a good message, and Dongjun passed by the Yunying River.
The pastoral flute woke up the willows in front of Guoqian, and the spring news was explored last night.
Early spring
The sound of willow warblers on the smoky embankment is gradually rising, and the wind is urging the water to fertilize the fish and triggerfish.
The color of the distant light pick up winter is not ancient, look closely at the ridge edge of a land of spring.
The spring (ancient style)
The weather is longer than the water, the first spring is as tender as bamboo.
The winds of the night are blowing, and ten thousand households have new furnaces.
Snow Birds (Ancient Style)
The snowy path is shallow, and the white birds fly in the flat lake.
The song of the birds is clear in the sky, and the sun is returning to the evening water.
After the Snow (Ancient Style)
The Han River is full of stars, and the night is cold and clear.
There is a sound of the snow on the branches of the trees.
Lunar New Year's Day
The plums are angry, and the snow drifts on the ground.
We are looking for the warmth of winter on the day of the waxing moon, and we are sitting around listening to the Qin opera.
The Fourteen Scenes of Late Autumn: Gingko (Ancient Style)
We are waiting for the frost and rain in the morning and the autumn in the year, and we are all suffering from the cold and sadness.
A tree of condensed yellow half falling, want to hurt the heart of the guest chasing the wind flow.
The night stay
The frost drenched bamboo shadow and the moon hovering, the wood door is gently buttoned for a long time not open.
Sitting and watching the clouds pass by, I listened carefully to the people coming from afar.
The Year of the New Year
Listening to the moon with a candle, the wind was blowing lightly in my clouded shirt.
Who is playing the song of love, plucking the strings three or two times.
The Evening Rhyme of Lotus Wind (Ancient Style)
The first dew of Xie Fang has not yet been realized, and the evening rhyme of lotus scent is cut by the wind.
There is no trace of the green hills, and the autumn water is cut on a high platform.
Mountains and Autumn
Searching for the mountains, I suddenly realized that there were fewer wine flags, and the cold days in the neighborhood were getting sad.
Who sends a poor family to warm the slanting sun, the child with the sickle is thinking of autumn.
Tea
The sound of the mountain air, moored near the river boat.
Half a song of Tao Gong dream, - pot spring and autumn.
Lugou Bridge Chant (Ancient Style)
Lugou wind and clouds rise, the remaining sun blood like a mountain.
The flag is 100,000 miles, and the sun and the moon are floating in a dream.
Lugou Huai Si (Ancient Style)
Jinling dream farewell Guanshan cold, Lugou frost moon locks clear autumn.
The ancient sands of today's war, long make heroes to revenge.
Chibi Huai Gu
Chibi Huai Gu Yi, Hualong Road is not sad.
When the Zhou Lang Xing, a thousand years lock Wu Hook.
Evening Scenery (Ancient Style)
The stone path is still in the evening scenery, and the green trees are close to dusk.
The ancient meaning of Lufeng is warm, and a product of all the floating life.
The Three Rivers (Ancient Style)
Silver waves plowing the green screen, cloud scales sitting on the ground.
Guying the water of the Three Rivers, I rowed to the evening boat.
Flower on the other side of the river
The grass on the other side of the river is quiet, and the flower on the street is quiet. The wind and the river are so cold that the buds are so bitter. The stem is clear and leafless, and it is in a state of flux, waiting to be cut down.
Spring is a time to seek the road of hurt, and fall is a time to look at the end of the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Winter thoughts
Autumn goes from the wind, winter comes from the leaves.
Slow steps like long hair, distant memory gradually wandering.
The light and shadow are clear and warm, and the autumn wind may come again.
It is not a good idea to lose your mind, but it's a good idea to have a little bit of snow on your face.
Winter Rhyme (Ancient Style)
Winter is near the forest, the evening crows, the snow rhyme and plum scent of a glow between.
The painting screen at the corner of the wall welcomes the frost and cold, and the warm sun folds the cooking smoke by day.
Nostalgia (Ancient Style)
The wind is blowing the clouds and the geese are in the fall, the floating light is not with the sorrow of the four seasons.
Where is the place to ask? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
Winter Solstice
The winter solstice is a time when the yin and yang are separated, and the chrysanthemums are replaced by plum bottles.
The yellow wine is simmering in front of the stove on an idle day, so I can drink away the cold and wait for the morning.
Shiyai irrigation good scenery
Birds chirping mountain sound, night dawn quiet river empty.
The fisherman's son, who picks up the yellow floating heart, canoeing in the green netherworld.
Evening
Autumn light perches on the white water, and evening light bathes the river waves.
The wild mallard is in the shadow of the sun, and the distant mountains are close by.
Five Flavors
Dreams are not sent to the cock in the morning, and the mirror is not yet old enough to think about leaving.
Chinese characters are the same as those of the Falcons, and the sun is shining on the streets, so I'm not sure if they're the same.
There are tears in the frosted cliffs, and the moon is cold and the night is bleak.
Where are the children of WUWE going now, looking back at the road of divergence has become virtual.
Returning to my hometown
The gullies and ravines are all in a state of flux, and the mountains are all in a state of smoke.
It is the first time that I have ever seen a car with a flute in it, and I am afraid that it will scare the birds.
The moon and the morning stars, the green river and the cloudy sky.
This is the first time I've been to a village in the past, and I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to get a better look at it.
Tour of Chaohu Lake
Yi Shi Jiangshui Yi Shi Ping, faithfully picking up into Hua Ting.
When I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
Drinking Songs
The green bottle of wine must be sung.
The ambitions of the people are buried in the road, and the thousand-year-old generals are buried in the grave!
The night stay
The frost-soaked bamboo shadow and the moon are lingering, and the door of the wood is not opened for a long time.
Sitting and watching the clouds pass by, I listened carefully to the people coming from afar.
Chinese New Year
This is the time of the Golden Autumn, and the flowers are blooming again.
It's a clear day and I don't see any rain, so I'm going to look up at my parents.
Haze
The autumn wind has not yet locked the jade door, rolling yellow sand as flying smoke.
The dust of thousands of mountains and rivers is like snow.
Autumn Pavilion Toward Night
The Zen Stream remembers the Pavilion toward night, and the swallows are dancing and the cicadas are chirping.
The kingfisher in the bamboo pool perches on a deep tree, and the magpies are not supposed to be there.
Stranger feelings
The wind and sand rise at night at the Jade Gate Pass, the wolf smoke yesterday can be heard?
The letter was sent from home to the government, and the voice of the countryside has not yet reached my lonely soul.
Stranger feelings
Zi Gui cries blood to urge the grass and trees, the yellow sand of the Jade Gate to cover the white bones.
The crows are a few points of the sun, locking up the autumn winds in the mountains.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get to the top of the world.
If you want to hang on to the mountain, there is no return date for your journey.
How can we make wine in the east? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next stage of my life.
How many times is K'ung Hwa? I don't want to make it empty.
Realm
The heavenly realm of wide clouds and meditative color is long, and the work of the fine art contains things that are pale.
Don't play with the dusty shadows of the autumn hair, and the starry night can be followed by the light.
The chrysanthemum
An inch of distant color is yellow, and the dancing cicadas send fragrance.
The chrysanthemums stand in the cold and smile, and they stand in the wind and frost in the quiet years of their lives.
Far away
The blue water is over, and the strangers are walking.
Autumn leaves are already falling,
Remaining sun and willows to say goodbye to the journey home,
Clear road want to break the soul.
Outside the window, the rain is also deep.
The first cold is coming,
The best couples will be together in this life,
Can the dream come true?
Double eleven with words
A pile and a pillar and a green string, a mirror and a makeup and a face.
It is the first time that I've ever seen a woman in a boat on the road to Lanqiao, and the first time that I've ever seen a woman in a boat on the road to Lanqiao.
Double Ten - With Words (2)
Suspended karma in the Hanging Temple, asking for three lifetimes on the Three Lives Stone.
A night of red dust, a night of dreams, in front of the wind and rain platform, blue as clear.
Jiang Autumn
Smoke and ink fog river boat, village tree Pingguo shadow left.
Buy a drunk in the wine shop, and say it is a year and an autumn.
Autumn
The sound of the sky hides the birds' traces, and the fall moistens the scenery of the four seasons.
To the place of clouds and water, I sat and watched the mountains empty.
Autumn Walking
The dew of the abundant harvests and pastures is beginning to come out, and the sound of the birds flying in the snow is heard in Hudi.
The spring sowing of beans and hemp, the rice beds and rows of wheat are as green as shade.
Autumn
Autumn harvest half a month and three days, the warehouse full of clouds and water song full of fields.
It is said that the melon and beans are full of seeds, so I will buy them in the spring and plant them next year.
Night plowing
The night dew in the autumn is cold, and the plowing song is sparse to moisten the fields.
The clouds and the moon are in the soil, and the rain and the wind will be in the harvest next year.
Newly mentioned snow scene poem
Snow reflects the early winter scenery, lonely and the sky light long.
To hear the words of a beautiful woman, the child is getting crazy.
Nongle
Autumn is approaching, and the fragrance of persimmons is entering the mud of the altar.
The girl is asking for a cake, which was made last night.
The Soul of Poetry
Li Du has been a poet for 800 years.
All the swallows and swallows in the sky are gone again, and the sunset is at the willow in Qiantang.
Orchid, Chrysanthemum, Bamboo, Plum (Four)
Winter Plum
West Ling frost has no shadow, and the cold years open alone.
Not competing with spring for color, only to reflect the snow.
Spring Orchid
The orchid is a cold one, and it stands on a frosty cliff in the quiet years.
The first fragrance is far away from the valley, and it does not enter the home.
Summer Bamboo
The wind and bamboo pass through the stream, and the leaves are trimmed to honor the pedestrians.
The shadow of the bamboo is so delicate that it sends you to the clouds.
Autumn chrysanthemums
Autumn winds are all gone, proudly outstanding.
It is the only place where you can enjoy a river of spring.
Wind lotus dancing raccoon flowers
Wind lotus clear and high, pavilion in looking through the autumn water, bamboo edge gradually slow step, shaking down the raccoon flowers point.
The sun, moon and stars are in their hometowns, and the winds of the pines are blowing off the bridge, blowing up the poetic feelings all over the place
The autumn color of Jiangnan, the rain and the smoke are all misty, and the flute is playing the sunset in the evening, and there are countless flowers in the dream.
It's a kind of emaciated road, and I've never walked alone before. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Untitled (self-titled)
Good evening, a few micro-recitations roaming the road, should be laughing at the thought of no reason to be idle.
The sky is full of wild geese, and the years of our lives are full of surprises, so I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to pick up a single one of them.
Without the Renaissance, the flute sounded at the top of the building, but the wine was not available.
By the side of the bridge in the bright moon, the red dust is getting old, and it is possible to get, the night rain clear leakage.
Spring Night Story (Ancient Style)
Last night's spring bugs were singing, and I searched along the steps alone.
The sky is far away from the jade dome, and the stars are falling from the vast river.
The summer and the cold are pushing the grass and the trees, and the four seasons are like a stream of gold.
The disk weights are from ancient times, and the Chinese herbals are like light dust.
We can write about our country and our family, and we can write about it in ink.
The beautiful scenery of Xisha with poem
The canopy first opened up the ground began to become, the blue sea and the sky is not divided.
The sky is dyed with the light of the sky, and the night of the sea is heavy with the golden wheel.
The sky wave is dark and the floating light is far away, and the white clouds are born in the depths of the sea.
The clouds are like piles of snow, with the waves far away nowhere to find.
The sea seems to have no three-foot boundary, and you can lift your hand to pick the stars of the Han River.
The Han River should have mercy on the sea's coldness, and sprinkled emerald as a precious soul.
The blue reef is like the moon, and the silver waves are swaying and guarding the jade wheel.
Looking horizontally at the blue side like a bracelet, more like a green mother amazed the people of heaven.
The waves of the sea wash the green mother, fearing that things will fall into the dust.
The fairy can't bear to take it away, but it will be left to shine in the hearts of the people for thousands of years to come.
Mid-Autumn Chant
The candles are still warm on the painting screen, and the fragrance of Dan Gui in the Wu Palace.
The sky is far away, the starry river is reflected in the evening river, the geese are scared of the color of the sky, and the green leaves are wrapped around the wall of Guo.
The waves of the ocean rise, and the floods sweep the floating light. The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at the world, and I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work for you.
The hibiscus was first bathed, and seekers were all over the streets. The moon is shining brightly, and it's a beautiful sight to behold.
The two of them are looking at each other, and their hearts are broken. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The moon is not mine, so why should I be sad? The night is a time to hide the dew, the clouds are far away from the neon dress.
You can visit the West Lake Wetland
Nine curves to find a quiet place, and a number of lessons to open the square pond.
Where the eye can see the sky, the fishing sails come slowly.
The waves are moving late, and the vast expanse of water is sad.
The mallards play in front of the pond, and the white carp jumps over the junk.
The grasses are in bloom, and the bananas are as beautiful as the sky.
The blue waves of the sea are full of purple gas, and the scenery is long awaited.
The sky is the color of the sky, and the moon is the color of the moss.
The beaches and the islets are fat, and the shadows of the sand herons wander.
The pond river sparkles with clouds, and the starry sky is full of splendor.
City West Lake fishing area to enjoy the scenery
Nymphoides peltata green, yellow boat, a vast body of water blue pale, fishermen's boatmen,
hun dog barking woof woof, startled up the sun half-drunk, the cormorant crows flying all over the barn.
Talking with Poetry Friends
Autumn is over, winter is approaching, and the night is getting longer, the frost is light and the sun is warm.
The tea is not yet finished, and the moon is in the slanting window.
This is the first time I've ever been to a restaurant where I've had a good time, and I've never been to a restaurant where I've had a good time.
The warmth of the sun and the slanting of the sun are closing my eyes, and my heart is at peace with my labor.
It is a good thing to have a good eye, but I have not seen any rain or smoke in the hall.
Looking at the sky
The clouds are tired and uninterested, and the birds have returned to the sky.
The sky is like a mirror, the sky is wide and still.
Springtime is the time to moisturize the withered trees, and the deep strata hide the nine heavens.
The red dust is like a light dew, between a single leaf.
Through the West Lake
The water of the West Lake is on the east side of the lake, and the waves of the West Lake are on the west side of the lake
The fish are turning over a thousand waves, and the teal are resting on the slope of Shazhou.
The wind is getting better and better, and the boat is waiting to go out.
When the sails rise, the long poles call out for anchorage.
Love of each other (ancient style)
The moon is falling, and the bamboo clouds and water are sending the fragrance.
It was a time when I was as beautiful as a flower.
The green years (ancient style)
Reminiscent of the day when I was first married, it was the time when I had long hair and a waist.
The green age is shy and bright-eyed, and the lips are blowing around the orchid silk.
Without any guesses, the clouds and water are melting, and the half-palm coat is ****ing the wind and the rain.
They are the only ones who know the long way to the red dust, and they don't ask about the date of return.
Water and clouds chasing the moon
Shu moon is not envious of the Xia fly, the green hair to think of contempt of the cloud neon.
The wind and the willows of the river are the only thing that can make the moon and the water go away, and the waves of the river are the only thing that can make the warblers cry.
In the coming year, if you want to celebrate the good winds, the water and the moon should also be illuminated.
The clouds and the moon in the wind are reflected in each other, a thought all the way to a trip.
Compete with the sky (ancient style)
Spring does not destroy the first grass, winter does not kill.
The competition for the sky and the appropriate, not with the burial of the soul of the green
The fourteen scenes of late autumn (one)
The rain knives the autumn day is getting cooler and cooler, the bird perched in the deep tree fish dive ponds.
The four seasons should be aware of the autumn depression, leaving half green and half yellow.
The Fourteen Scenes of Late Autumn (Part II)
The day is approaching dusk and the colors of autumn are dying, and the leaves of the tung tree want to wither and burn the sky.
Dyed maple makeup ink painting, to be blown down by the wind to give poetry.
The Fourteen Scenes of Late Autumn (Part III)
The autumn knife cuts all the fallen sparse Ying, Wuzhi counts the half-empty spandex.
The pale points are slightly curved and dive into the painting, which looks like the shadow of a light mushroom from afar.
The Fourteen Scenes of Late Autumn (Part IV)
The flat waves of the water are filled with smoke, and the shadows of the yarns reflect the sails of the shuttles.
Curling around the purple sun, the river is clear, and the fishing boats are gradually hidden in the quiet bay.
The Fourteen Scenes of Late Autumn (Part VII)
The withered grass by the Biyun River is yellow, and the geese are fat and do not want to enter the clouds.
The fields are filled with green seedlings, and the pastures are filled with cows and sheep.
The Fourteen Scenes of Late Autumn (9)
The crows fly in front of the willow pond, and the autumn water is fat in the depths of the blue clouds.
The tired crane flies in search of shallow grass, and the slender song sends the shepherd home.
The Fourteen Scenes of Late Autumn (10)
Autumn is approaching and the rain is cold on the tall buildings, and the sound of the warm bedchamber and the zither is broken.
The neon rainbow contains colorful rhythms, the car is sparse, the street willows are still in the shadow.
Wonderful thoughts
A stream of clouds and water and the moon, I am thinking of the future.
Drinking the snow of Tianshan Mountain, laughing about the piebald of Han Dynasty.
The winds of Hu are short, and the sand of the Jade Gate has not yet returned.
Where are my sons and daughters now? I'm sorry to hear that.
Guo's old friends are far away, and it is difficult to return to their hometown.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get to her home, and I've never been able to get there.
Broken line
The wine is not yet drunk, and the moon is not yet ready.
The rain is cold at night, and the leaves are destroyed.
The frosty water of Liao, the cold and the goose's soul.
The willows in front of Dugong's door are broken this year.
Autumn and winter
Autumn never goes, summer flowers do not often come.
Spring melts and fades away, winter leaves the snow to decay.
The desert saxophone is far away, and the water is close to the river.
There is a reed in the wilderness, and the wind blows the pole half bent.
Jianghuai style and elegance into the version of the poem
Thirty years of fluctuation is not enough to cherish, a hibernation wind flow carried a thousand years.
The lotus wind wants to ask about the beauty of the clear pool, and Jingting sits down to watch the sunset.
Light dream
Like the wind, like rain and like a dream, gently crossed the trail without trace.
Within the wind and rain, there is wind in the rain, and within the dream there is a dream without a trace.
It's hard to see each other before you see each other, and it's like a light smoke.
Dreams without traces are blown away by the wind, and I wish to fade away as light smoke.
The state of mind
I want to ask the green emperor, the autumn wind is so lonely.
They are not yet out of the house, and the water is gradually getting more and more sluggish.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get out of the house, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
What is the reason for the three autumns, only because of the fear of frosty grass.
Article of Grass
The Green Emperor is late in returning, and the spring of Sanqin is not yet over.
The pine wind blows the gray tiles, the withered grass is yellow in winter.
Looking at the ruts and roads in the morning, the summer slopes and mountains are deserted.
It's not quiet, it's the smell of the earth.
The cold rains are pressing down on a thousand toughness, the roots are solidly coiled like an outline.
They are the first to be able to withstand the dew of the jade and the frost of the five coverlets at night.
The branches and knots are pierced through the mountains, and the hairy ranges are clothed in jiazhi.
Qilu Dai color is warm, Xia Jianjian replenish the light of the sky.
You may be in the right order. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the stars of the world.
There is no such thing as a good time, but there is a time to be had.
Walking in the Qinhuai River
The sound of the night shift is far away in Wuyi Alley, and the swallows in front of Xiewang Hall have no souls.
Ten miles of the Qinhuai River in the moonlight and the smoke and rain, and all the tourists in front of the temple of Fuzi.
The boat is carrying you from here to here, and the scenery by the Wende Bridge is as new as ever.
The pianoforte is in full swing, and the night is deep in spring.
Early winter cold morning
The cold is winter, the road wants to snort ice.
The frosty flowers are frozen in front of the steps, and the heavy particles are steamed at the end of the car.
The crows are hesitant to rise, and the wind is hurting their bones.
Sleeves are short, and moist neck is light.
The children are like mice, they are afraid of the bookstore.
The heart of the orchid is in my back, but I have yet to enjoy the bamboo along the road.
Who are the pretty children who hesitate to speak?
The scarf half covers her face, and she looks at the road to hide her shyness.
At the end of the night, I ask the sky
The deep bamboo is tired of laboring, and the night is long and the appendix is destroyed.
This is the first time that I have ever seen a movie in which I had to go to the theater.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the same boat as me.
They are the only ones who are not in a position to do so.
The Fourteen Scenes of Late Autumn (XII)
The late rain on the autumn mountains, the smoke curls up and the mist pushes the maple.
The sumac wants to compete with the green color, and the leaves are like the Danxia cluster of pines.
Clearing snow
Jade clear sky dashing far, silver veil pale.
The pines are surrounded by quiet clouds, and the mountains are getting colder and colder.
Winter Willow
Winter melting has not yet come to the flowers are closing, withered grass by the stream, the water from the flow.
The sound of the warbler has gone into the eyes of the sleeper, and the willows have flown over the mountains in the fall.
The National Day visit to the Mausoleum of Sun Yat-sen
The Zhongshan Mountain is surrounded by the purple gas of Wangchuan, and the cloudy sky is moved by a ten thousand feet of sunlight.
One peak leads the mountain and river show, sit and watch the five mountains eight hundred years
Tour Zhongshan
Xuanwu Lake, the foot of the son of heaven, Zhongshan top of the emperor's mausoleum.
Yunni looked at the five mountains with contempt, and there was no one else after this mountain.
Fontaine
The emperor had no intention of being abandoned in the same year, and the wind quietly entered the group of flowers.
Scattered red, yellow, blue, blue and green, and sent a few wisps of fragrance in the fall.
It's a good thing you're so lonely in your room, so you're going to have to write a book about it.
The leaves are dyed in a thousand colors, and they are flying into your dreams.
Winter Ling (之三冰挂)
冬声夜送沿前柳，-片银白到人家。
The freezing winds are blowing, and the ice souls are dispersing the flowers in the jade.
Imaging the wall of the tree and the cliffs, the snow is flying in the sky, dancing in the Qinghua.
The spirit of the light and the language of the sky, the sky fairy pick Jiaxia.
Wintering (bis)
Wintering is a long way off, and a little step into the night.
The ice branch whisked away, folded crisp jade crystal carving.
The mountains and the rivers are covered with vegetation, and the cold is close to the neighboring suburbs.
A winter layer of thick, a moist spring Yao.
Poem for the National Day of Sacrifice
Winter is already approaching the cold day, the sacrificial chrysanthemums bloom late.
The tassel is in the green bottle, sending long thoughts with the empty space.
The mountains and rivers used to flutter, and the remaining bones died in the fall.
The ghosts of the wrongdoers are in the graveyard, and the pines and cypresses are sad.
Buried in the black soil, the dead are buried in the black soil, and the dead are buried in the black soil, and the dead are buried in the black soil, and the dead are buried in the black soil.
Remote the pale gas, now must be stored in the map
Passed the old man Zhuang (dedicated to his mother)
Near Guo Yun late intention, has passed the old man residence.
The yellow crane has no trace, the old man has gone.
The sound of crickets is far away from the door, and the grass is green by the side of the house.
The kettle used to be a guest, but I have not yet sent a letter.
Who would like to be the Easterner and know the meaning of the autumn farewell?
The past is already gone, and the shadows are already moving to the west.
Winter (three songs)
There are thousands of trees that are freezing, and the winter sends a green bamboo.
Distant sky language flying snow, ask cold drink Tu Su.
Winter sounds into the door, the day is short and warm clouds.
Plants in the vase tree, painted birds waiting for spring.
The cold frosty branches are warm, and the winter hat is beautifully dressed.
With the wind, a light smile, a dark fragrance into the heart of the song
The Story of Peach Blossom Garden
Searching for the hut should listen to the language of the green mountain, the peach source of the quiet locks in the stream flow.
Wuling Bridge, the road of travelers, the long Xiangshui far from the boat.
Title Bada Shanren (Lotus and Waterfowl)
The pool is free and the shadows are few and far between, and the wind and the lotus are clear and high.
Autumn is cool and the birds are far away.
Evening
The moon is thinning on the autumn night.
Smoke is rising from the river, and the boat fire is getting lonesome.
The Zhongmiao Mountain Temple mentioned the blue water
Ten thousand hectares of nesting water blue even the sky, the lake and the sky victory bed - mountain.
Curling up to the mountains is more than a shadow, Pagoda Lingyu out of the scholar.
Blue water and clouds, smoke and waves of autumn cool.
The heavenly clock makes all the counts, and the wind is long, and the eye is open to it.
The dust and sand have passed away, and the green river is getting wider and wider.
The eagle's eyes are narrowed, and the water is weak.
The cranes are swimming in the silver scales, and the shadows are sinking in the still water.
The Gubu is far away from each other, and the white dragon is lying on the dragon's back.
It's a great pleasure to see the peaks, and to speak with the turtles.
Jieshi Xianglu, the god of old age and longevity.
The wind is blowing and the immortals are traveling, in a trance, with the gods.
The sky and water are far away, where do they go from here?
Who will I talk to if I am disappointed?
Looking at Spring (I)
The clouds and the mist of the lonely overdrive, the river of Wu and Chu have not yet opened.
There is no trace of the village or the countryside, and the trees come by the side of the road.
The year is cold, the color of green is hidden, and the winter solstice is a time when all the insects are stinging.
Looking at the spring is similar to the first, the road **** wandering.
Poetry
There are ten million volumes of books, but there are no amazing words.
The sky is full of music.
The Zen forest is a place of ancient rhythms, and the bamboo side is a place of clouds and streams.
The wind is blowing along the willow in front of me, and it was already in the poem yesterday.
The sound of autumn in ten thousand leaves
The Yao Tai is still waiting for the year to be plowed by the clouds, and the Chinese years should be searched for in the ancient times.
The magpies are talking to each other in the branches, and the sound of autumn is the sound of yellow leaves.
Autumn
The white dew in the early autumn is condensing frost, and the green cold wind is thankful for the maple makeup.
The yellow leaves in the blue sky, a light smile, the Yinghua all fall into the group of flowers.
Summer wind (a wind)
The night is shorter than the end of the west window, the moon on the willow a little flower is not clear.
By the side of the bamboo, we can talk about the things that have happened, and we can chase the fireflies with the wind.
Searching for spring (a wind)
I have the intention of thinking about spring, but I don't see the spring flowers blooming.
The east wind is the only thing that can make us feel like we're in the future.
It's a good thing that I'm not the only one who has planted my own green moss.
It's a good idea to sing a song for three thousand miles, and make it a bronze bird's nest.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter (a wind)
Spring to winter, summer and autumn, pale plums reflecting the snow and flowers are closing.
If you ask who is the one who plucks the strings, please go up to the ninth floor of the Qiong Xiao.