Spirit guards are carrying a small wood, which will fill the ocean.
The Criminal Sky dances with Ganqi, the fierce will is always there.
The same thing has no worries, and it will not be regretted if it is transformed.
Looking back at the past, I realize how much time is left for us to wait.
Reading the Sutra of the Mountain and the Sea
Kwafu had a great ambition, and was racing against the sun.
They went to the bottom of the Yu Yuan, and it seemed as if they had no victory or defeat.
The power of the gods was so great that the river was not enough!
The rest of the story is in Denglin, and the work is behind us.
Reading the Classic of the Mountains and the Sea
It was a great honor for the emperor to use his talents.
Why is Father replacing Father? Jiu Ji is the son of father and son of son.
Jiu Ji, the father of son, is the son of father.
Long gone is hunger and thirst!
Returning to the garden
There are few people in the wilderness, and few people in the streets.
The day is over, and the room is empty.
Sometimes in the marketplace, I would pull up grass*** and come and go.
There are no words when we see each other.
The days of mulberry and sisal are long, and the days of my land are wide.
It is often feared that the frost and snow will come and fall with the grass.
Returning to the garden
It is my nature to love mountains and hills.
It was a mistake to fall into the net of dust, and I have been gone for thirty years.
The birds are in love with the old forest, and the fish miss the old pond.
This is the first time I've been to the south of the country, and I've been back to the countryside.
The square house is more than ten acres in size, with eight or nine grass huts.
Elm and willow shade the back of the star, peach and plum in front of the hall.
The village is far away, and there is smoke in the marketplace.
The dog barks in the deep alleys and the rooster crows in the mulberry trees.
There is no dust in the house and court, and there is spare time in the empty room.
It has been a long time since I was in a cage, but I have returned to nature.
Returning to the garden
The beans are planted in the southern mountains, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
It is a good idea to take care of the dirty things in the morning, and to bring the moon and the hoe back.
The road is narrow and the grass is long, and the evening dew stains my clothes;
It is not enough to stain my clothes, but to make my wish come true.
The first spring of the year Kemo, the oldest of the ancient Tianshi
The teacher's legacy is to worry about the road, not the poor. [
It is difficult to look forward to the future, but I want to be diligent. [2][3]
Being happy with the current situation, he advised the farmers. [4]
Plain farmland and distant winds, good seedling is also pregnant with new. [5][6]
While I don't have the measure of the year's work, I'm glad to see that I've done a lot of work. [7][8]
There is a time when plowing stops, and the traveler has no questions to ask. [9][11]
The day came and went, and the pots of water were used for the work of the near neighbors.
The door to the house was covered by a long purl, and the people of Longmu were not allowed to see the house. [10]
Proposed elegy
The barren grass is vast, the poplar is also Xiao Xiao.
In the middle of the frosty September, I was sent out to the far countryside.
No one lives on the four sides, and the high grave is Medicare. [1]
The horses are singing to the sky, and the wind is blowing.
The secret room has been closed for a thousand years. [2]
There is nothing that can be done for a thousand years.
The people who have been sent to the other side have returned to their homes. [3]
The relatives may be sad, and others have already sung. [4]
What is the meaning of death? [5]
Proposed elegy
There is life and there is death, and it is not a matter of life and death.
Yesterday we were all human beings, but today we are in the book of ghosts.
What is the reason for the dissipation of the soul? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The child cries for his father, the friend cries for me.
What is right and what is wrong?
After a thousand years, who will know the honor and disgrace?
Proposed elegy
In the past, there was no wine to drink, but now there is an empty goblet.
When will I be able to taste the spring mash?
The food is in front of me, and the old friends are crying in front of me.
There is no sound in my mouth to speak, no light in my eyes to see.
Once I was in a high hall, now I am in a deserted countryside.
No one sleeps in the barren grass, but I can't see what I'm looking at.
Once I went out, the night was still young.
Beginning of the Zhenjun Senator's work in Qu'a
Weak years of age, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away with it, but I'm going to be able to get away with it in a book. [1]
It's a good thing I was so happy to be able to do this, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it again. [2]
They are the most important of all, and the most important of all is that they are not the most important of all, but the most important of all. [3]
It is a good idea to get dressed in the morning, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get out of the garden or the fields.
They are the only ones who have ever been in the same boat, and they are the only ones who have ever been in the same boat, and they are the only ones who have ever been in the same boat. [4]
It's not too far for me to go, but I'm a thousand miles away.
It is not a long way to go, but it is a long way to the mountains. [5]
Looking at the clouds, I am ashamed of the birds, and facing the water, I am ashamed of the fish. [6]
If you want to be in the right place, you can't say you're in the right place. [7]
Let's talk about it, and then we'll go back to Benson's hut. [8]
The Peach Blossom Garden poem and record
Jin Taiyuan, Wuling people fishing for business, edge of the stream line, forget the road near and far. Suddenly, he came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of paces along the bank, with no trees, beautiful grass, and colorful fallen flowers; the fisherman was very surprised. The fisherman was very surprised. He went forward again and tried to exhaust the forest. The forest is the source of water, then a mountain. The mountain has a small mouth, as if there is a light; then give up the boat from the mouth into. At first, it was very narrow, but it was only passable to people; after a few dozen steps, it opened up. The land was open, the houses were just like houses, there were good fields, beautiful pools, mulberry and hemp; there were paths of transportation, and dogs and chickens heard each other. Among them, men and women were dressed like outsiders; yellow hair and hair on their heads, and they were happy to be there. When he saw the fisherman, he was shocked; he asked where he had come from and answered. When he saw the fisherman, he was shocked; he asked him where he had come from, and he answered in full. He wanted to return home, set up wine, and killed chickens for food; when the village heard about him, they all came to inquire. He said that he had come to this desperate place with his wife to escape from the Qin turmoil, and that he would never come out again; so he was separated from the outsiders. He asked what world was now, but he did not know that there was a Han Dynasty, regardless of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. This person one by one for a specific statement of what they have heard, all sigh. The rest of the people were delayed to their homes, and all of them offered food and wine, stopped for a few days, and then left. This person said: "It is not enough to tell others. After he left, he got his boat and helped him to the road. He went down to the county and went to the governor to tell him so. The governor immediately sent someone to follow him, looking for what he wanted, and then he was lost and could not find the road. Nanyang Liu Ziji, a noble scholar; heard of it, and gladly planned to go. He was not successful and died of illness. He was not able to find his way to the city, but he fell ill and died.
Ying's family is in turmoil, and the wise men are avoiding the world.
The first time I saw the world was when I was a young man, and I was a young woman.
The past has been obliterated, and the path to the future is overgrown.
The first thing I did was to go to the farm, and the second thing I did was to go to the house, and the third thing I did was to go to the house.
The mulberry and bamboo shade, the beans and grain are always ready;
Silkworms in the spring, the king's tax in the fall.
The roads are ambiguous, and the dogs and chickens bark at each other.
There is no new way to wear clothes, and there is no new way to eat.
The children and the children sang songs, and the white men traveled happily.
Grass is in full bloom and the wind is in full force.
While there is no calendar, the four seasons have become years.
There is a surplus of joy in the world, but there is a wisdom in the world of honor!
There are five hundred strange traces, and the world is open to the gods.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen a man who has been in the world for a long time.
If I ask the travelers, how can I measure the world outside the clamor?
I would like to say that I will follow the wind, and I will search for my deed.
Leisurely Love Fugue and Preface
In the beginning, Zhang Heng made the "Love Fugue", Cai Yong made the "Quiet Love Fugue", checking the elegant words and Zong Tanya, the beginning is swung to thinking, and the end returns to the leisure and righteousness. Will be to inhibit the flow of the evil heart, understand help satirize. The writers of the essay, Yidai successive; because and touch the class, broadening the meaning of its rhetoric. I have a lot of time in the garden, and then dye Han for it; although the text is not enough, but not fallacious author's intention.
What is the magnificent and easy to make the posture, only the world to show group. The table of the beautiful color of the city, the period of virtue in the rumor. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in the world and what is going on in the world. The soft feelings are in the commonplace, and the elegant ambition is in the high clouds. The sadness of the morning sun is easy, the feeling of life's long diligence; the same end in a hundred years, why the joy of the widow and the sadness of the Yin! I was sitting in the vermilion curtain, and I was happy to be in the clear. Send the delicate fingers of the rest of the good, fend off the colorful sleeves of white. The eyes of the girl were glancing at each other, and she was smiling and laughing. The tune will be halfway through, and the scenery will fall to the west. The sad business knocking forest, white clouds according to the mountain. Look up at the sky road, down to urge the sound of strings. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so. The first thing I want to do is to take an oath, and I'm afraid that I'm not going to do that; and I'm afraid that I'm going to be the first one to say something about the phoenix bird. I am afraid to be confused and peaceful, and my soul will be moved in a moment: I would like to be in the clothes and be the collar to bear the fragrance of the head of China; I am sad about the night departure of the lapel, and I am sorry that the night of autumn is not yet over! I would like to be in the dress and for the belt, tied up the slender body; contempt for the warm and cool of the different air, or out of the old and serve the new! I would like to be in the hair for the zephyr, brushing the sideburns in the disheveled shoulders; sad about the repeated bathing of the beautiful people, from the white water and the withered frying! I would like to be in the eyebrow for the décolletage, with the view to the idle Yang; sad powder of the still fresh, or to take the ruined in the gorgeous makeup! I would like to be in the guan for the seat, to rest the weak body in the three autumns; sad Wen Yin's generation of the Royal, square years and see the request! I would like to be in silk and for the track, attached to the vegetarian enough to maneuver; sad behavior of the section, the empty abandoned in front of the bed! I would like to be a shadow in the daytime, and always follow the shape of the west and east; I am sad about the shade of the tall trees, and I feel that sometimes they are different! I wish to be a candle in the night, shine jade in the two pillars; sad Fusang Shu light, am extinguish the scene and hide the bright! I would like to be in the bamboo and fan, containing the miserable soaring in the soft grip; sadness of the white dew of the morning zero, Gu Gu sleeve to Myanmar! I would like to be in the wood and for the tung, as the knees of the sound of the piano; sad music and grief to come, and finally pushed me to drop out of the sound!
They are the only ones who have ever been in a situation where they have to go through a lot of trouble to get to the top of their game. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I'd like to know what I'm talking about. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it, but I want to be a part of it," he said. The train is light, and I look at the setting sun and sigh. The steps to recline in order to forget the fun, color miserable and on the cold. Ye Xie Xie to go to the strip, the gas miserable and on the cold, the sun negative shadow to Kai did not, the moon Mei Jing in the clouds. The birds are lonely and the beasts are not returning. Mourning the late twilight of the year, hate this year's desire to exhaust. I thought of dreaming in the night, and my mind drifted and was restless; if I lost the anchorage of the boat, I was like climbing the cliff without climbing. At that time, Bi Pleiades Yingxuan, the north wind is bleak, jing jing [this is linea curtus, through jing] do not sleep, all ideas wandering. The chicken converge wings and not yet, the flute flow far to clear sadness; the beginning of the wonderful dense to idle and, the end of the lonesome bright and hidden destruction. The lady of the house is here, and I am sending her off in the clouds; the clouds are passing away without a word, and the time is passing by. I've been thinking hard and feeling sorry for myself, but I've been blocking the mountains and the river. The winds of the sea are so strong that I am afraid of being tired, and I send my weak ambition to return to the sea. You will be able to meet the "Cranes and Grasses" and recite the remaining songs of "Calling the South". I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Drinking
The old man appreciated my interest, and took the pot with him.
Ban Jing was sitting under the pine, and he was drunk again.
The old man and the old man were talking nonsense, and the wineglasses were out of order.
I don't realize that I am here, and I know that things are precious.
It was a long time ago that I was lost, and the wine had a deeper flavor.
Drinking
To be in the realm of people, without the noise of cars and horses.
It's a good idea to ask you how you can do it, because your heart is far away from the place.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely seeing the south mountain.
The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds fly with each other.
There is a true meaning in this, which I want to recognize but have forgotten to say.
Drinking
(3)
It was early in the morning when I heard the door knocking, and I opened my clothes in the opposite direction. [1]
Who is the son with? The father of the field has a good mind. [2]
The pot of water is far away from me, and I suspect that I am out of step with the time. [3]
"The ragged thatched roof is not enough for a high dwelling.
All the people in the world are still the same, and I wish you would make the same mistake." [4][5]
Feeling y the words of my father and my mother, I am endowed with a spirit that is not harmonized.
This is something to be learned, but what is it not to be lost? [6][7]
And **** happy this drink, my driving can not return. [8][
Notes:
[1]Pouring clothes: Pouring clothes. I was too busy welcoming guests to put on my clothes.
[2]Goodwill: good heart.
[3]Good: against.
[4]Sang Tong: to be in the same boat.
[5] Bubbling: yinggu (gu3), mixing up the water. Chu Rhetoric - Fisherman's Father" "Qu Yuan said: the world is turbid I only clear. The fisherman said, "Why don't you stir up the mud and raise the waves?
[6]Yuyu hackle: pulling the car backward.
[7] 讵: 岂.
[8]Gao: the road, the direction.
Drinking
The young man is not a man of the world, but a man of the six scriptures.
They were not confused, but they stayed and did nothing.
They were so poor and hungry that they were not able to fulfill their needs.
Sheltered in a hut with a sad wind, the barren grass is not in the front garden.
They are the first to have a long night's sleep, and the morning rooster refuses to crow.
Mr. Meng is not here, but he will cataract my feelings.
Drinking wine
The orchid in the front garden is waiting for the breeze.
The breeze has come to me, and I see you in the midst of your farewell.
It's a long way to go, but it's a long way to go.
It is time for me to return to my senses, but I will not be able to do so after I have finished with my bow.
Drinking
Zi Yun was a drinker by nature, but his family was poor.
It was a good thing that the good people were there to dispel the confusion.
They were the first to do so, and the first to do so, and the first to do so, and the first to do so.
Sometimes I don't want to say anything, but I'm not trying to destroy the country.
A benevolent man uses his heart, and never loses his silence!
Jing Ke
Yan Dan is a good breeder of men, and his ambition is to repay the strongest of men.
Jing Ke is a man of many talents, but he is a man of many talents, and he is a man of many talents.
The gentleman died a friend, and he carried his sword out of Yanjing.
The steeds were so generous that they sent me on my way.
The male hair pointed to the dangerous crown, and the fierce breath rushed to the tassel.
The four seats on the water were filled with heroes.
They were all in a state of mourning, and Song Yi was singing in a loud voice.
The winds of mourning died, and the waves of cold were tranquil.
The sound of the merchants' voices is even more sorrowful, and the sound of the feathers' music is frightening to the strongest soldiers.
It is known that I will not return, and I will be famous in the next generation.
When will I take the car, and fly into the court of Qin?
They will cross 10,000 miles, and will wind their way through a thousand cities.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who was so poor that he was unable to find a way to get to the top.
It is a pity that the sword is not used properly.
Though the man is gone, there are remnants of a thousand years.
Miscellaneous Poems
The sun fell on Xi-A, and the moon came out of the east ridge. [1]
There is a distant glow, an empty scene in the sky. [2]
The wind comes into the room, and the pillow is cold at night.
The time has come to realize the change in the weather, and I will not sleep until the night is over.
There is nothing I can say that will help me, but I'm not sure I'll be able to do it. [3][4]
The sun and the moon have thrown people away. [5][
It is sad to think of this, and I can't be quiet at the end of the day.
Notes:
[1]A: sound "graceful", large hills.
[2]Jing (景) means "shadow".
[3]He: pronounced "he", to answer.
[4]Shadow: referring to the moon.
[5]gallop: meaning "stretch".
Simplified Analysis:
This is the second of Tao Yuanming's Twelve Miscellaneous Poems. He writes about the poet's feelings during the middle of the night and expresses his feelings about the lack of success in his career.
People **** under the cypress of Zhou's tomb
Today's weather is good, blowing and playing.
It is a good thing that the people under the cypress are not happy.
The songs are new, the wine is green.
I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but I've already exhausted my mind.
The Eight Voices of Ganzhou
It was a night when I read the biography of Li Guang, and I could not sleep. I was reminded that Chao Chulao and Yang Minzhan were living together in the mountains, and they used Li Guang in a play, so I sent it to them.
The old general returned to his home at night after drinking,
and unlocked his saddle at the Long Pavilion.
I hate the drunken captain of Ba Ling,
I haven't recognized him in a hurry,
The peaches and plums have no words.
Shooting the tiger on the mountain and riding across it,
Cracking the stone and ringing the string.
Fallen and feudal lords,
The year is late in the field.
Who is going to the mulberry outlet,
To short clothes and horses,
Move to live in the southern mountains?
Look at the generosity of the wind and stream,
Talking and laughing through the remaining years.
Han opened the border, fame,
What was the time, the healthy people have been idle?
Outside the window, the wind and the rain are blowing,
and there is a slight chill.
Bu Suan Zi
Man Xing
Thousands of years ago, General Li,
took the Hu'er horse.
Li Cai is a man in the lower center,
but he is the one who seals the vassal.
The grass has gone to its old roots,
and the bamboo of Kakei has added new tiles.
What if the dynasty lifts its strength to the field,
who else can I be?
Bu Suan Zi
The bamboo is cold, and the sun is late.
The paths are empty, and I know how much I hate them.
Only **** plum blossom language, lazy chase swim silk to go.
They have been in search of the spring and have not been able to find the fragrance, but the fragrance is in the place where it is not found.
Cai Sang Zi
This life has been cut off from the sky, leaning on the dangerous building alone.
Leaning alone on a dangerous building, I don't believe that there are other sorrows on earth.
It is the right time for you to sleep, so please return to your home.
You should return to your home, and say that you will be able to enjoy the autumn with the west wind.
Cai Sang Zi
Shu Boshan Road in the wall
Smoke and dew, wheat and willows in the pond, wash rain and bake clear.
Washing rain and baking sunshine, the same spring wind and several kinds of green.
Take off your pants and urge to go back to your home, you will have a lot of hatred and a lot of feelings.
There are many things that I hate, but I'm not sure what they are.
Chou Nuer
Shu Boshan Road wall
The young man does not know the taste of sadness,
love on the floor.
Loving to go up to the upper floors,
for the sake of giving new words to express sorrow.
And now I know all the sadness,
wanting to talk about it.
They want to talk about it,
but they say it's a cool day in the fall.
Chou Nuer Nearly
Boshan Road in the Li Yi'an body
Thousand peaks of clouds,
Suddenly rain in a blink of an eye.
More far away from the trees slanting sun,
How can the scenery picture?
The green flag sells wine,
There are other people's homes along the mountain.
Only in the light of the landscape,
there is nothing to do in this summer.
When I woke up in the middle of the afternoon, I was so drunk that I could see the pine window and the bamboo house,
and I was so relaxed.
The wild birds flew in,
and the general leisure.
But the white gulls,
watch for people who want to go down.
The old alliance is still there,
New arrival is not,
Something else to say?
Butterfly Lovers
Drunken book under the moon rain rock waves
Jiuwan Fangfei Lanpei good.
No one in the empty valley,
Self-hating moth-eyebrow skillful.
The "Bowser" has been sounding for thousands of years,
and the "Jussi" has been broken, so I don't know what to say.
It's been a long time since I was old.
The water is full of Tingzhou,
Where can I find the fragrant grass?
The song of Xiang Lei has not yet ended,
Shi Long danced and the pine winds began to blow.
The Butterfly in Love with Flowers
Sending off Yu's brother
Thirty thousand hectares of decaying grass and sunshine.
Not counting the floating, the sky outside the lonely shadow.
Some of the most miserable people have to drink,
Pedestrians wake up to the river.
It's a good idea to look at the sideburns.
There are thousands of threads, not to mention the new disease.
It's not the sadness that makes it hard to get organized,
it's the fact that it leads to other hates!
Butterfly Lovers
Wu Shen Yuan Yi Li Spring seat composition
Who to pepper plate hairpin color victory?
The whole of my life,
will be on the sideburns of the spring breeze.
The past is too much for me to remember,
and I have always hated the new spring for the flowers.
When spring comes, I'll ask you about it.
It's too late to be late,
and it's too early to be late.
It's too early to be late.
This year's flower time news is fixed,
only worry about the wind and rain without evidence.
The stormy waves
Send Lu Tidian, about the first yuan to come back
The young days can still talk about parting, the old afraid of making a poem to send off.
There are no geese in the southern clouds.
The plum blossom is also the solution to sending love.
It's a great honor to be a part of the world's most beautiful city, and to be a part of the world's most beautiful city.
Fathers and mothers, do not need and tears to see the flag.
When is the next meeting? We must remember when the lanterns were released on the 10th day of spring.
Tingfengbo
Repeating the rhyme and Zhao Jinchen Shixian
Wild grass and idle flowers are not spring, but the cuckoo is old knowledge.
It's better to go back and live there, but the pomegranate blossom is the soul of the departed again.
The women in the front hall, the ochre robes and the red scarves.
Don't ask about the rise and fall of the current masters. I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear that.
Dong Po quotes
The red of the top of the flower is not yet enough, but the strip is broken and startled by the new green.
The heavy curtains are all over the appendage.
Some people sleep well in spring.
The songbird breaks the dream, the cloud partial eye knit, get up incense gills fade red jade.
Love and sadness are in succession at the time of flowering.
The skirt is half full, the skirt is half full.
Pink Butterfly
And Jinchen Fu falling flowers
Yesterday's spring was like thirteen daughters learning to embroider,
A branch is not taught to flower thin.
Very mercilessly then rain revile the wind,
To the garden to spread as the ground red crepe.
And now the spring is like a lightweight slut hard to long.
Remember the previous time to send spring after the return.
The spring waves are made into a river of spring soju,
About the willow willow bank of the Qingxiao waiting for each other.
The Emperor's favor
Reading Zhuangzi, I heard that Zhu Hianan is now alive
The number of books on the case,
Not Zhuang is the old.
It will be said to forget the words before knowing;
Ten thousand words and thousands of sentences,
Not since I can forget to laugh.
The rain has cleared up,
and the sky is clear.
One valley and one hill,
Shirt and hat.
When there are many gray hairs, there are fewer old people.
Where is Ziyun,
There should be the leftover grass of Xuanjing.
The river flows day and night, when will it end.
Han Palace Spring
Spring Day
Spring has returned,
Look at the head of the beauty,
Curling spring streamers.
The wind and rain,
have not been able to collect all the remaining cold.
The swallows in the past,
It is expected that this night, dreaming of the Western Garden.
It's a good thing I didn't do anything about the yellow citrus and the wine,
It's a good thing I didn't do anything about the green leeks.
But I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that,
It's just a matter of time before I get to the point where I can't do it.
It's a good idea to come back to the mirror,
To change your face.
They were so sad that
they asked me who would be able to solve the chain of events.
I am afraid to see the flowers blossom and fall,
The geese will return first.
Hangong Spring
Watch the rain at Penglai Pavilion in Huiji
Qin looked at the hill,
seeing the chaotic clouds and rapid rain,
inverted rivers and lakes.
I don't know if the clouds are rain,
the rain is clouds.
The sky is ten thousand miles long,
By the west wind, change and destroy in a moment.
Listening to the moonlight and the music of the sky,
The earth is full of tricks.
Who went to the Ruoye River,
Chinese women went to the west,
Elk Gusu?
To this day, the people of the old country look forward to the return of the first barge.
It is the end of my days,
and I ask why I do not play the drum and blow the yu.
Don't you see Wang Ting Xie Pavilion,
cold smoke, cold trees and crows.
He Xinlang
Chen Tongfu came to Yu from Dongyang and stayed for ten days. I was able to visit the Goose Lake with him and meet him at the Zixi River, but he did not come, and returned eastward. Both the goodbye tomorrow, the Yu intention of a special love, and want to chase the road. To the heron forest, the snow deep mud slippery, not before. Drinking alone in Fangcun, frustrated for a long time, quite hate to stay exactly what is attempted also. At midnight, the Wu's Spring Lake four lookout building, heard the neighboring flute sadness, for the assignment "He Xin Lang" to see the intention. Another five days, with the father of the book to ask for words, the heart of the same so, can send a thousand miles a laugh.
They are the first to say so.
Looking at Yuanming and his style, he said,
Crouching Dragon Zhuge.
Where is the magpie in the forest,
Kneezing on the snow of the pine.
To add more hair to the broken hat.
There is no attitude in the remaining water and mountains,
By the sparse plums, the wind and the moon.
The two or three geese are also in a state of mourning.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.
Despairing with the clear river, it is cold, not to cross,
The water is deep and the ice is closed.
The road is broken and the wheels are in four corners,
The pedestrians here have lost their bones.
Who made you sad?
This is the first time I've ever thought of you, and I'm sure you've spent a lot of time on this.
The night flute, don't blow it apart.
He Xin Lang
Fu Pipa
Feng Tail Dragon Xiang Dial,
Since the Kai Yuan Nishang song,
How many times the wind and moon?
The most bitter Xunyang River head guests,
painted barge pavilion to be sent.
Remembering the yellow clouds and the snow.
Thirty thousand miles of sadness on the horse,
Looking at the Zhaoyang Palace, the lone Hong did not,
The strings to solve the language, it is difficult to say hate.
Liaoyang stage sound and dust,
The window is cold,
Gently and slowly twisted, the tears filled eyelashes.
Pushing the hand with love, but also the hand,
A dash of "Liangzhou" mournful through.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with her.
He has no news of the old man,
It's a good thing that you're in the north of the Sinkiang Pavilion, where all the bustle stops.
This is the first time I've played this song.
He Xinlang
The same father to see and then reply in rhyme
The boss that can be said.
Like now, Yuanlong odor,
Menggong Gua Ge.
I am sick of you coming to sing and drink,
Scared away the flying snow at the top of the building.
Laughing at the wealth of a thousand pounds like a hair.
Hard language disk empty who will listen?
Remember when there was only the moon in the west window.
Re-introducing the wine, changing the song.
There is no difference between the hearts of the people.
It is a good idea to ask your friends how many times they have been separated from each other.
Sweat and blood and salt car no one cared,
Thousands of miles of empty bones.
It's the end of the road, the end of the river.
I pity you the most for dancing in the middle of the night,
The saying goes, "A man's heart is like iron when he dies.
Look at the hand of the man who tried to mend the sky.
He Xinlang
Farewell to the twelfth brother of Maojia
The green trees listen to the weaverbird,
Moreover, the sound of the partridge stops,
The sound of the cuckoo cuts.
There is no place to go when the spring returns,
and all the flowers are gone.
It's not enough to part with the world.
This is the first time I've ever seen the Pipa, and I've never seen the Pipa, and I've never seen the Pipa, and I've never seen the Pipa.
Looking at Yan Yan, sending her back to her concubine.
The general's name was broken in a hundred battles.
Toward the river Liang, turning back ten thousand miles,
the old man is long lost.
The water is cold, the wind is cold,
The clothes and crowns are like snow.
It is the strongest man, the sad song is not yet complete.
Crying birds still know such hatred,
It is not expected to cry clear tears long cry blood.
Who **** me, drunken moon?
He Xinlang
Eupilates the garden pavilion, the servants all for the assignment of this word. One day, sitting alone and stopping the clouds, the sound of the water and the color of the mountains competing to entertain each other. I want to Xishan want to aid the example of the person, so I made a few words, but a few as if Yuanming think of friends and relatives of the intention of the cloud.
Very much my decline.
Disappointed in my life, the friendships are scattered,
Only now the remaining a few!
White hair hangs three thousand zhang,
laughing at all things on earth.
What can make you happy?
I have seen the green hills and they are so charming,
I think the green hills should see me as they do.
Love and appearance are slightly similar.
It's a head scratching in the east window.
I think Yuanming stopped the cloud poem,
This time the flavor.
Jiangzuo, who is in search of fame,
won't he realize that the cloudy mash is a wonderful idea?
Looking back, I called the clouds and the wind.
I don't hate that I don't see the ancients,
I hate that I don't see the ancients.
The one who knows me, the two or three sons.
He Xinlang
Send Du Shugao in the previous rhyme
The poem says:
"The sound of the remaining sound, the vastness of the sky,
The Dongting Gouge.
Thousands of feet of cloudy cliffs are not dusty,
but there are layers of ice and snow.
At first sight, the cold hair.
Since the good old days, when many good people had a thin life,
To the ancient times, a piece of the sad moon.
The golden house is cold, and the night is a tuneful one.
They are the first to say goodbye to you.
Looking at the sky, fish and dragons,
Wind and clouds open and close.
Rising up to look at the crown of the Divine Kingdom Road,
Sunshine destroyed the bones of the war.
Sighs Yifu all people clear!
The winds of grief rise in the middle of the night,
Listening to the clanking of the horses and the iron between the eaves.
South **** north, is divided!
He Xinlang
Fu Narcissus
Clouds lie in cold clothes.
Looking at Xiao Ran, under the moon in front of the wind, the ghostly shadow by the water.
Lo socks and dust born of the waves to go, the soup smoke river ten thousand hectares.
Love a little, delicate yellow into a halo.
I don't remember meeting with you, but I'm sure you'll be very happy to see me.
To be and tears, collect the remnants of powder.
Ling Jun's ancient hatred of Huai Sha.
Hate the time, hastily forget to put, this fairy title product.
Smoke and rain revile the loss, the green arm shake who whole?
It's a shame to have to write about it, but it's a shame to have to write about it, and it's a shame to have to write about it.
The string is broken and no one is assigned to it, but the gravel of the golden cup and the silver platform are moist.
Sadness and fatigue, and wake up alone.
Runxi Sha
Keeping up with Shugao and Zixi, I stayed at the mountain temple
Flower to this day's pink face even,
Willow because of what happened to the green eyebrow knit?
The east wind is blowing rain and it is finer than dust.
It's a good thing that the mountains are as good as the color,
and the trees are even more pregnant now.
It's a new kind of sadness, a new kind of hatred.
Raccoon brocade
The old man said that the rain is even,
The frown is not like last year's frown.
Thanks for the dust in the cauldron.
The crowing birds sometimes persuade the guests,
and the small peaches have already provoked the people.
The pear blossom is also a new white head.
Waves of sand
Midnight in the mountain temple heard the bell
Body in the cup of wine, all things are empty. Three or five heroes in ancient times.
Where is the rain beating and the wind blowing, the Han Palace and the Qin Palace.
Dreaming of young people, singing and dancing in a hurry. The old monk sounded the bell by mistake in the middle of the night.
Surprisingly, the west window is not sleepable, and the west wind is blowing.
Linjiang Xian
Golden Valley without smoke palace tree green, tender cold afraid of spring wind.
Boshan slightly through the warm lavender cage.
Small buildings in spring color, dreaming of rain.
Beipu carp when to arrive, brocade letter sealed hate heavy.
Begonia flowers will be there next year.
It's a good idea to be thin, but I can't help but cry.
Linjiang Xian
The yellow flowers are not in the hand, and I can't wait to go back to the corridor.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
It is difficult to sleep on the ducks, and the rain is darkening the pond.
Remembering the old days when we were hand in hand, but now the water is far away and the mountains are long.
Improving the makeup with moist tears.
The old love and the new dream, but the idle place is thinking about it.
Outdoors
Traveling in the open air
On the head of Wu and the tail of Chu,
On anchorage for a thousand miles.
Don't talk about old sorrows and new hates,
The Changting tree is like this today!
I am tired of traveling,
The Jade Lady has left me drunk.
Tomorrow, the flowers of the cold food,
Get and live, for the good ear.
Manjiang Hong
Lighting the fire cherry,
Shining a shelf,
like snow.
Spring is just right, see the dragon grandson through,
purple moss pale wall.
The swallows are weak, and the warblers are timid in calling their friends.
If you want to go back to your home in the spring, you will not be able to bring your worries back to your home.
There are thousands of knots in my intestines.
The building was in the middle of a mountain, and the mountains were stacked on top of each other.
Where is my home? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Who can I tell about my past and present?
Butterflies do not transmit dreams of thousands of miles,
Zi Gui called off the moon.
Listening to the voices on the pillow to urge people to return,
Return is hard to come by.
Man Jiang Hong
Jiang Xing and Yang Ji Weng rhyme
Over the eyes of the mountains and streams,
Weirdly, it seems to be like we have known each other in the old days.
Remember, I traveled all over in my dreams,
Jiangnan and Jiangbei.
It's a good idea to bring your staff to the best places,
and you'll be able to get rid of a few clogs in your life.
Laughing at the dust and labor of thirty-nine years,
Long as a guest.
Wu Chu land, southeast chap.
The heroes are the enemies of Cao and Liu.
Blown away by the west wind,
No trace of the past.
Lou Guan is the only adult who has left,
and his head is white before his flag is rolled up.
Sighs the earth, sadness and happiness to find each other,
Today is still the same as in the past.
Man Jiang Hong
The twilight spring
Home in the south of the Yangtze River,
Again, the Qingming and cold food.
The path of the flowers, a lot of wind and rain,
a lot of mess.
Red powder goes with the flowing water,
The garden is getting clearer and darker.
Counting all the flowers of the tung-tung tree,
Cold and powerless.
The courtyard is quiet and empty of memories.
There is no place to talk about it, but it's a very sad place to be.
I am afraid that the warblers and the swallows will get the news.
This is the first time I have heard of this.
Where are you now,
The green clouds are still missing.
It is a shame to have to go to the upper floors,
Pingwu Bi.