The wind is pressing the light clouds against the water, and the swallows are fighting for the mud in the pool pavilion at the first clearing, and Shen Lang is sickly and can't win his clothes.
It is not yet heard on the sand, and the partridge cries in the bamboo, but only the fallen flowers know.
Su Sorry
Shu Sorry
The Dragon Dengdao cuts the Zhao Hui, and the Phoenix Flag Gate surrounds the imperial platform.
The seven-leafed immortal penny is spitting out by the moon, and a thousand imperial willows are blooming in the smoke.
The first year of the competition to post the spring victory, long life first floating to dedicate the cup of longevity.
This is the day when the emperor knows that he is lucky to be here, and the people of the country will come to the city of Damien.
Twenty-three Poems on Horses by Li He
The dragon's spine is plastered with money, and the silver hooves are white and smoky.
No one weaves the brocade, who casts the golden whip.
The roots of grass are sweet in the month of Lunar New Year, and the snow is like salt in the streets of heaven.
I don't know how hard or soft my mouth is, but I'm going to make some thistles first.
Suddenly I remembered the son of Zhou, who drove his car to Jade Mountain.
The red steed is the most honored of all.
This horse is not a horse, but the star of the house is a star.
Forward, I knocked on the thin bones, but the sound of copper is still there.
The desert mountains are like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.
Why do you think that you should walk in the autumn when you have a golden brain?
Hungry bones and teeth, coarse hairs and flowers.
The color of the iguana is burnt, and the hair is broken and sawed.
The Western Mother's wine is about to end, and the Eastern King's rice is already dry.
If the king goes, who will pull the cart?
The red rabbit is useless, but it must be ridden by Lu Bu.
I have heard that I have dismounted from my horse, and that I have been able to hold on to a savage child.
The Highlander is in a hurry, and now he does not keep a dragon.
The night came with frost, and the west wind broke the bones of the steed.
Pushing the list to cross the Wujiang River, the piebald is crying to the wind.
The king is now relieved of his sword.
The inner horse was given to the palace staff, and the silver blanket was pierced by the piebald.
At noon, on the Salt Ban, the wind is blowing.
The first time I saw you was when I was a little girl, and the first time I saw you was when I was a little girl.
It will be a good idea to bring the general to you.
Who is the son of the precious penannular, long smelled the fragrance of chivalry.
Buy the bones of the steed with a pile of gold, and send them to King Xiang of Chu.
The fragrant turban is new, and the dragons are knitting their stirrup scales.
Looking back at the southern strata, who would say it was not spring?
If I don't go hunting with Duke Huan, how can I subdue the tiger?
One day I will come out of the ditch and watch the clouds fly.
The sword of Tang beheaded Sui Gong, and the fist hair belonged to Taizong.
Don't be afraid of the weight of the golden armor, let's go and catch the whirlwind.
White iron filing green grass, the anvil falls between the fine sand.
The world pities the small neck, and the golden enclosure fears the long teeth.
Belew looked forward, and saw that the hairs of the whirlwind were in his belly.
Taking up the white grass now, when will I ever see the green hills?
The horse that carries the scripture in the Xiao Temple is from the land of Zhu.
It's a good thing to know, but I don't know how to get there.
The heavy siege is like a swallow's tail, and the sword is like a fish's intestines.
If you want to find a thousand miles of feet, you must first find the light in your eyes.
It is a great honor to be on a yellow horse, and to be on a colorful building.
It is necessary to whip the Jade Leatherneck, what is the reason for banishment to Gaozhou.
Sweat and blood to the king's house, with the luan shaking the jade ko.
The young ruler rode on the sea and was seen as a green mule.
Wu Di loved the immortals and burned gold to get purple smoke.
All the horses in the stables are meat, but they do not go up to the sky.
Meng Jiao, "Ancient Intentions"
The son of a swinger guards the border, and the beautiful woman does not follow him.
There are many years to go and many months to come, and the bitter sorrows have changed their description.
On the way to the mountains and back again, the grass has become an ancient trail.
It is a good idea to talk about Gracilaria, but it is not a good idea to talk about Gracilaria.
The moon is the only thing I know, and the pine is the only thing I know.
The well peach began to blossom, the first time I saw it, I was sad.
People's faces are no longer in spring, and the color of peaches is no longer strong.
Donor's breath has gone into the empty room, and there is no one to rely on for the first time.
It's not just the tailor who learns to sew.
Holding undyed colors, I embroidered a white hibiscus.
The hibiscus is untainted, so I will show my heart.
I would like to send it to someone who has not yet returned, but there is no letter to go in the spring.
Without a letter, I will be saddened, and my sadness will be at the edge of my heart.
Wish you were like the water in Longtou, the water in the ice mirror is still flowing.
We are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat.
The Jade Hook is not missing, the green silk is not broken.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a pair of hands, and I'm sure I'll be able to solve all the knots in my heart.
Wang Jian, "One Hundred Lyrics of the Palace"
The main hall of Penglai is pressed by the golden ace, and the red sun is born in the blue sea.
Leisurely looking north at the five gates, the new yellow cudgel is high up on the royal bed.
The hall of the point of each according to the class, called on the west to eight imperial barbarians.
The Dragon's Tail Road is a green flower, and it is the southern mountain that I am looking at from the sidelines.
The Dragon Smoke Day is warm and purple tel, Xuanzhengmen when the jade hall wind.
Five moments in front of the pavilion, the Secretary out, under the curtain sound in the middle of the day.
Before the white jade window to draft the minister, the cherry first red to give a taste of the new.
The head of the hall is far away from the golden steps, only to enter the words to thank the saint.
The inner circle of the royal family folded the flower paper, embroidered seat moved to the jade case.
The red candles were presented in front of the herbal, and they lifted the door of the pavilion to announce.
The battle of a thousand oxen was put on at the beginning of the morning, and the jade case was set up by the side of the house.
Daily, the paper of the golden phoenix comes in, and the head of the temple does not write much.
Yan-Ying led a pair of blue-robed men to their separate beds.
The emperor came down from the curtain to take the test, and the palace staff had tea in their hands.
When the nine gates were opened in the morning, the yellow dragon was painted with gold and five-colored streamers.
Till the silver platform row battle together, the saints three halls on the Xifan.
The son of a young man, who is a heavy border, personally came to the Lingyi Paint Pavilion.
Teach the ministers to write books, and make a screen in the hall.
Danfeng building door to open the fire, five clouds of gold chariot down to the sky.
People walking in front of the steps to declare the lieutenant, the son of heaven in the southern suburbs of a night back.
Before the building to see the war to declare amnesty, long live the sound of worship dance.
The sun shines on the colorful plate a hundred feet high, and the flying immortals fight to get the golden chicken.
The books are full in the Hall of Collected Wisdom, and the royal seal is the same at the head of the point of survey.
The authenticity of the work came in according to the number, don't collect the lock in the jade letter.
Secret temple fasting carving leakage long, Ziwei palace maiden night burning incense.
Baying mausoleum day near the Secretary of State hair, halogen book divided into the head into too often.
The new white horse is afraid of the sound of the whip, the offering to ride around the temple.
In order to report the invasion of the kings to enter the early, through the door to urge into the name of the ball.
It's hard to compete with the defense, but you don't have to play the ball on your back in front of the temple.
The insiders sang a good Turtle Zee rush, the son of heaven sheath back over the jade building.
The new shirt is as yellow as the head of the temple, and the silver belt is as long as the otter's tail.
The jade whip is always riding the imperial horse, green mane and red forehead musk fragrance.
The shirt is heavily embroidered with leaves, and the golden phoenix and silver goose are each in a clump.
Each time the dance is divided into two directions, the word "long live peace" is in the middle.
The first emperor had never been to the palace where he was locked up.
Today, there are no more brocades at the bottom of the pool, and there are more and more diamond corners and chicken heads.
The festival will be held in front of the palace tomorrow, and the dancing clothes will be scattered in the Qionglin all night long.
The candles will be distributed to all the departments, and they will open the golden locks and let the people return to their homes.
At five o'clock and three o'clock, the golden car is requested, and all the people of the palace are let out to see the flowers.
The battle was a moment of urgency, and the head of the temple first reported to the inner garden family.
The city's eastern and northern cloud towers, half down the pearl curtains and half up the hooks.
The pedestrians and horseback riders are passing by, fearing that the Prince of Heaven is at the top of the building.
The palace maidens are all dressed up in red, and they all have new bows.
When they mounted their horses, they all gave them wine, and the men knelt down to thank the king.
The white rabbit is bigger than a fist in the new fall, and its red ears and frosty hair sleep in the grass.
The Son of Heaven does not teach people to shoot, and the jade whip covers the horse's hooves.
The eagle's cage is free from the red tapestry, and the fight for victory is high.
They are the first to go up to the blue clouds, but they are also the second to go down, with a pair of golden claws to scoop up the flowery hairs.
The flag was dropped from the bow of the boat, and the water splashed on both sides of the boat, wetting the clothes.
The east side of the pool is the west side of the pool, and the first to arrive is the first to write on the word return.
In front of the lamp, the bugs fly into the jade steps, and before they lie down, they often hear the midnight bell.
Seeing that the day of the Chinese New Year has arrived, I have embroidered my face with gold threads.
The red lamp called spring clouds in the sleep, the clouds on the three straight sleep points.
The gold masonry is slippery with rain, and the two of them lifted up the hidden flower dress.
They are the first to be able to get up and blow their pipes, and they are the first to be favored by the people who come to meet them.
The whole dress is on, and the head of the dance is the third beat.
The pipa first wipes the six heads, and the small pipes are in tune with the sorrows.
The beauty in the middle of the night sings a song from the Phoenix House.
The warmth of the spring pool is less than the storm, and the boat in the flowers sings on the water.
Remote Jiannan new kind of brocade, the East Palace first fishing to get a lot of fish.
Thirteen years ago, I learned to break Konghou, and I was named one of the disciples.
Yesterday, when the new church entered, the courtesans in the same room combed their hair.
The red barbaric pole is attached to the chest,
Bai Juyi, "The Dog Kite"
The weather was good in the evening, and I took a walk in front of the door.
What is there in front of the door? I saw a dog and a kite once in a while.
The kite is full and flies in the wind, the dog is warm and sleeps in the sun.
The belly is comfortable and stable, and the wings are high in the sky.
There is no need to worry about the upper part of the kite, and the lower part of the kite is free from locks.
When I see that they are in harmony with their nature, I am also in harmony with my heart.
What is the point of having a moderate mind?
This is still in the right place, and I have not yet forgotten the words.
Twenty Rhymes for Yang Liu Zhi (杨柳枝二十韵) by Bai Juyi
Small prostitutes carry peach leaves, and new voices step on willow branches.
After she cut the candles, when she got drunk, she brushed her shirt.
The embroidered footsteps are slow, and the flower banquet is late.
The body is light and snowy, and the skin is thin and creamy.
The sheng leads the spring to warm up frequently, and the zheng urges the column to move several times.
Musicians and children are all in love with each other, and they are all in love with each other.
If you want to be like a tree, you should first compare your hair to silk.
The wind is blowing and the smoke is sticking to my eyebrows.
The mouth of the cherry is broken, and the hair of the maid is low and emerald is hanging.
The branches are soft, the catkins are tender, and the hands are full of color.
The crane calls out to his friends at the latest, and the ape calls out to his children at night.
The sound of the jade is always heard, and the words of the beads are all over the place.
Sleeve is the point of closing the voice, hairpin is left for going to the festival.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a heart of gold in his hand.
It is a sadness in the northern part of the country, and a bitter parting in the southern part of the country.
Yellow covers the golden valley bank, green reflects the apricot garden pool.
Spring is good, autumn is poor.
It is better to sing it in a song than to play it in a flute.
The song is over, and I can't say goodbye to you, but I have a lot of feelings.
There's nothing else for you to do, but to break your heart.
"And Dongchuan Yang Muzao Shangshu's house sitting alone in the feeling of grief in the bosom of the fourteenth" Bai Juyi
I am the one who knows you, what do you think now.
The time of the poor and the passers-by is uncertain, and the bitter and happy things are in harmony.
The East Sichuan is happy to have a good time, while the West River sighs at the passing waves.
It is only because of the honor and wealth that I have been blessed with, that I feel so much sadness.
The wind and the geese have broken the line, and the sun has gone down the slope.
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.
Purple ribbons and gold seals, green buildings and white jade.
The old man's honor is subsidized, and he is worried about using the road to grind it down.
The outer house will be spared a cup of wine, and the center hall will be decorated.
It's a good idea to have a drink, so why don't you sing a song?
The Jinshui River leads to the Ba Gorge, and the Xiangshan Mountain is opposite to the Luo River.
The general is on an iron horse, and the young master is on a bronze camel.
The deepest sympathy is for the pine and bamboo, and the highest love is for the ficus.
The car is a long way off, and I have not dared to pass by it.
Bai Juyi, "The Chase of Happiness"
The Chase of Happiness is a time of little leisure, and the subsidy is late in getting things done.
Where are the flowers blooming, which I have seen before, and whose wine is ripe, which I have not known before.
Blowing the reed pipe under the moon in the stone tower, dancing the willow branch in front of the wind in the golden valley.
Ten times I have heard the spring cries of the warblers, and three times I have seen the ugly old man change his eyebrow.
Le Tian is a man who has never known the difference between the two sides of his face.
The Three Ballads?
Su Ping Su Ping, why is it not decorated, not Dan not green?
Is there no Li Yangbing's seal script and Zhang Xu's handwriting in the world?
Bian Luan's birds and flowers, Zhang's pine and stone with pendant of jades on coronet?
We do not add a bit of a painting on it, want to keep the real and all white.
I set up a grassy hall under the incense burner peak, two screens leaning on the east and west walls.
The night is like the bright moon in my room, the dawn is like white clouds around my bed.
My heart has been nurtured for a long time, and I want to be with you.
It's not like I'm seeing a palace or a royal palace, but I'm seeing a silver screen.
Adorned with beads and mica, the seven treasures are exquisite.
Guy ho to treat this party pleasing to the eye, calmly sleep and lie down in it.
Plain screen, things are appropriate, with each have to apply.
What do you want to do with the wood for the bones and the paper for the face, and what do you want to do with the Cao Tang?
Li Shangyin (李商隐)
君家在河北，我家在山西。
There are no jobs at all at this age, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to find one.
Shangshu Wen and Wu, after the war, the Shufu opened.
You came from Weinan, I came from Xianyou.
People used to suffer in the North and South, and they were moved into the clouds and rain.
The two of them are now hand in hand, and they are like shoes under the bed.
They are the first to go back to the Jieshi Pavilion at night, and the first to go to the Golden Platform.
I have a bitter cold tune, you hold the spring talent.
Each of us is young and strong, and our hair is green and our teeth are still in good shape.
Though I can't drink, you are drunk as mud.
The government is quiet, and the people are quiet.
Sweeping the road, and straightening the pheasant cataracts.
In the spring breeze of February and March, the willows and the warblers were crowing.
The clear river is outside the door, and the floating clouds are on the same side.
The Interjection Crown tunes the jade zither, and it is played as a pine breeze.
And I played Mingjun's grudge, but once I was gone, I couldn't return.
Thanks to those who are sitting and weeping, and to those who are rising and looking at the low line of geese.
The snow on Longshan Mountain is a worry, but the sand is flying.
Zhong Rong's copper lute, Xiang Zhi straight sound miserable.
The upper sticker of the gold defense dial, painted as a Chenglu chicken.
The lute is a white jade cup which is used to advise the guests to drink.
It's a shame that I'm not drinking, because I'm so tired of it.
This is what I think, but I can't get it right.
It is a saint's word, and it is not mine to disobey.
The elm pods are in disarray, and the poplars are flying with them.
The sun shines above and the east wind blows below.
There is a beauty in the green house, whose color is like a rose.
Singing into the green clouds, no good matchmaker for all the pain.
The young man will not be long, but it is hard for him to be a good matchmaker.
It's just a matter of time before I can get my hands on a real pearl or a bag of coral cheeks.
Just listen to my poem.
What kind of poem is this?
The Song of Harmony?
Lu Guimeng (陆龟蒙)
white teeth are still like the color of shells, and the long eyebrows are like smoke.Neighboring children are wearing embroidered crotch jackets, and they are picking silkworm leaves in baskets alone.
Lu Guimeng, The Stranger's Mulberry
The teeth are still like shells, and the long eyebrows are like the smoke.
Neighboring children are all wearing embroidered crotch jackets, and they are picking silkworm leaves in baskets alone.
Lu Lun, "Sending Hun to Shuzhou"
The river is flat and the reeds and dicks are all together, and the mast is low.
The sunny snow is covering the countryside, and the dawn roosters are being heard all over the ship.
The Acipenser is suitable for tribute, and the orange and grapefruit have become a grove.
It is also like the day of Haiyi, when the wind is clear and there is no drum.
Du Mu, "The Apricot Garden"
The rain came at night and washed away the dust.
I don't blame you for pining away in the Apricot Garden.
"Forty Rhymes for Mianzhu Mountain" by Wu Rong
Mianzhu is the corner of east and west, with thousands of peaks belonging to each other.
The lofty heights of Mianzhu Mountain are in the east and west of the city, and the thousands of peaks belong to each other.
The square ones show their angles, and the sharp ones are drilled with arrows.
The one who leads the way bends his eyebrow, the one who restrains himself shrinks his shoulder.
The tail of the snake is coiled, and the neck of the rabbit is low.
The snake's tail is like a snake's coil, and its neck is like a rabbit's crouch.
This is the year of bad luck, when the copper beams are shaken by an insect.
The Minister of State, the Duke of Jingzhao, has come to be a shepherd.
The Rongti Tiger's Hair and the Wolf's Head Banner.
The government has sent a fine hut, and the window is open to the foot of the forest.
It was after the sun had set, and the weather was clear.
The mountains are open at dawn, and all of them are visible to the eyes of the people.
The frosty sky was mousy, and the greenery was thick.
The sea is full of coral and the sky is full of jasper.
Suddenly, there is a cloud over the city, and the city is in a state of mourning.
The top of the mountain is already covered with snow, and the red sun is shining.
The first time I thought that a dragon was holding a candle at the foot of Kunlun.
It is also like the top of Penglai, where the gold and silver platforms are knitted together.
The Purple Haze or the next reflection, the beautiful section of the mattress.
The evening light is not as clear as it should be, and the red city is not as clear as it should be.
It is also like cooking salt in Wu, and the pots are ripe.
It is also like washing the Chu practice, a thousand horses have not yet been axed.
It is also like a crystal palace with chi dragons.
And like the Bell Milk Cave, the lightning opens up the rocky valley.
The painting is not possible, and the creation is not enough.
There are people in feathered clothes, floating in the air and trailing in the smoke.
There are birds of five colors, and their cries are immortal.
The root is limited to Jianmen, but the cave must lead to the forest house.
The sea is a vast ocean, and I want to go there.
The jade is in the mist, but it is not possible to measure the return.
What if I were to be in this situation, and I could not see the horizon?
Often, there is nothing left to say, but I think it's a good idea.
Sweeping away the sandalwood in the morning and evening, and welcoming the people with reed pipes and drums.
Don't fly the thunderbolt car, don't tie the toadstool.
The Yanran Mountain will be inscribed on it, and it will remain there for ten thousand generations.
Then, I will be free to go to the elks alone.
No matter if it is safe or dangerous, no matter if it is honorable or dishonorable.
But I am happy to be a fish in the sea, and I don't want to be a swan in the mountains.
Sewing orchids to encircle my waist, and picking ganoderma lucidum to solidify my belly.
The stone bed must be flat, and the idle clouds will touch it.
Two Lyrics of Treading Songs by Cui Li
The colorful maidens welcome the golden house, and the immortal maidens come out of the hall of paintings.
Mandarin ducks cutting brocade sleeves, emerald paste flowers yellow.
Songs and dances were sung and danced, and colors and colors moved the light.
The flowers in the courtroom are falling, and the Han in front of the building is already horizontal.
The night is over on the golden platform, and the sleeves of the Buddha are light.
They are the most beautiful of all, and they are the most beautiful of all.
The lyrics of the song Cui Liquid
The colorful maidens welcome the golden house, and the immortal maidens come out of the hall of paintings.
Mandarin ducks cutting brocade sleeves, jade appliquéd with yellow flowers.
Songs and dances were sung and danced, and colors and colors moved.
The flowers in the courtroom are falling, and the Han in front of the building is already horizontal.
The golden kettle is the last of the night, and the sleeve is the last of the cold.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie that was written by a man who was a member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences (A.A.A.A.S.).
Li Xun, "Tingfengbo"
Aiming to be in the smoke and haze, he returned to see the spring of the five lakes.
One leaf of the boat in the chanting again drunk, clouds and water, this time to recognize the free body.
Flower island for neighboring gulls as a couple, deep, for many years I do not see the city dynasty people.
It is the subtle purpose of the Xiyi, and I am happy to see that the lotus clothes and the belt are free of dust.
Ten years of living outside the world, white clouds and flowing water seem to be the same.
Sometimes, I would bring short rows on the river and island, but I did not know that I was not looking for fish.
There is no need to invite a crane to accompany you everywhere, and the scent of wildflowers will be on the banks of the spring.
Drinking a cup of red wine, looking back, the half-hooked crescent moon is sticking to the clear sky.
Seeing the swallows returning from their nests, I wondered what had happened to Ruan Lang.
Outside the curtain, the wind is blowing and the yellow leaves are falling, and in the pool pavilion, the grasshoppers are calling for rain.
They are the most important thing in the world, and they are the most important thing in the world.
Listening to the magpies and tortoises, I don't know where they are, but the tear stains are on the paintings.
The night is still young, and the smoke and moon are locked in the lotus pond.
It's not easy to think about the past, but I'm disappointed that the old man is in Xiaoxiang.
Even if there is an echo, who will send it?
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a broken face in a mirror, and I've never seen a woman with a broken face in a mirror.
Submerged in the water, the golden duck is cold, sadness forever, waiting for the sound of insects and pestle long.
Outside the curtain, the smoke and the moon are all over the court.
The cabinet is embracing the stove residual wine wake up, sad to hear, cold wind leaves fall a sound.
But I hate the jade people Fangxin obstruction, clouds and rain, screen curtain lonely dream difficult to become.
The heart is not in the darkness of the night, and at dawn, the silver bowl is obliquely illuminated by the qin.
"Lushan Waterfalls" by Zhang Bi
Who practiced on the head of the weaver's loom, and posted it on the blue clouds of the green mountains?
The work of creation does not wait for an idle moment, cutting through the clear river to condense a piece.
Weirdly, the cave mouth flows whimpering, afraid to see three winters day flying snow.
Stone mirrors without light relative worry, roaming the top of the sinking autumn moon.
It's a good idea to get the sun to shine on the north side of the mountain, and let the blue sky out of your mind.
The flower is newly dyed in the wind, and the center of the flower is rotten silver.
In May and June, the summer clouds flew away, and the door of the pavilion was far away to see a clear mind.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I've never seen a woman in the world with the same coloring.
"And Dongchuan Yang Muzao Shangshu House sitting alone in the feeling of grief in the bosom to send fourteen" Bai Juyi
I am aware of the gentleman, the gentleman now how will it be.
The time of the poor and the passers-by is uncertain, and the bitter and happy things are in harmony.
The East Sichuan is happy to have a good time, while the West River sighs at the passing waves.
It is only because of the honor and glory that I have been blessed with, that I feel so much sadness.
The wind and the geese have broken the line, and the sun has gone down the slope.
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.
Purple ribbons and gold seals, green buildings and white jade.
The old man's honor is subsidized, and he is worried about using the road to grind it down.
The outer house will be spared a cup of wine, and the center hall will be decorated.
It's a good idea to have a drink, so why don't you sing a song?
The Jinshui River leads to the Ba Gorge, and the Xiangshan Mountain is opposite to the Luo River.
The general is on an iron horse, and the young master is on a bronze camel.
The deepest sympathy is for the pine and bamboo, and the highest affection is for the ficus.
The car is a long way off, and I have not dared to pass by it.
The Song of Harmony?
Lu Guimeng (陆龟蒙)
white teeth are still like the color of shells, and the long eyebrows are like the smoky ones.Neighboring children are wearing embroidered crotch jackets, and they are picking silkworm leaves in baskets alone.
Lu Guimeng, The Stranger's Mulberry
The teeth are still like shells, and the long eyebrows are like the smoke.
Neighboring children are all wearing embroidered crotch jackets, and they are picking silkworm leaves in baskets alone.
"Forty Rhymes for Mianzhu Mountain" by Wu Rong
Mianzhu is located in the east and west corners of the country, with thousands of peaks belonging to each other.
The lofty peaks of Mianzhu are in the east and west of Mianzhu, and the thousands of peaks belong to each other.
The square ones show their angles, and the sharp ones are drilled with arrows.
The one who leads the way bends his eyebrow, the one who restrains himself shrinks his shoulder.
The tail of the snake is coiled, and the neck of the rabbit is low.
The snake's tail is like a snake's coil, and its neck is like a rabbit's crouch.
This is the year of bad luck, when the copper beams are shaken by an insect.
The Minister of State, the Duke of Jingzhao, has come to be a shepherd.
The Rongti Tiger's Hair and the Wolf's Head Banner.
The government has sent a fine hut, and the window is open to the foot of the forest.
It was after the sun had set, and the weather was clear.
The mountains are open at dawn, and all of them are visible to the eyes of the people.
The frosty sky was mousy, and the greenery was thick.
The sea is full of coral and the sky is full of jasper.
Suddenly, there is a cloud over the city, and the city is in a state of mourning.
The top of the mountain is already covered with snow, and the red sun is shining.
The first time I thought that a dragon was holding a candle at the foot of Kunlun.
It is also like the top of Penglai, where the gold and silver platforms are knitted together.
The Purple Haze or the next reflection, the beautiful section of the mattress.
The evening light is not as clear as it should be, and the red city is not as clear as it should be.
It is also like cooking salt in Wu, and the pots are ripe.
It is also like washing the Chu practice, a thousand horses have not yet been axed.
It is also like a crystal palace with chi dragons.
And like the Bell Milk Cave, the lightning opens up the rocky valley.
The painting is not possible, and the creation is not enough.
There are people in feathered clothes, floating in the air and trailing in the smoke.
There are five-colored birds, and their cries contain the song of the immortals.
The root is limited to Jianmen, but the cave must lead to the forest house.
The sea is a vast ocean, and I want to go there.
The jade is in the mist, but it is not possible to measure the return.
What if I were to be in such a state, and I could not see for myself?
Often, there is nothing left to say, but I think it's a good idea.
Sweeping away the sandalwood in the morning and evening, and welcoming the people with reed pipes and drums.
Don't fly the thunderbolt car, don't tie the toadstool.
The Yanran Mountain will be inscribed on it, and it will remain there for ten thousand generations.
Then, I will be able to go alone to the elk.
No matter if it is safe or dangerous, no matter if it is honorable or dishonorable.
But I am happy to be a fish in the sea, and I don't want to be a swan in the mountains.
Sewing orchids to encircle my waist, and picking ganoderma lucidum to solidify my belly.
The stone bed must be flat, and the idle clouds will touch it.
"Lushan Waterfalls" by Zhang Bi
Who practiced on the head of the weaver's loom, and posted it on the blue clouds of the green mountains?
The work of creation does not wait for an idle moment, cutting through the clear river to condense a piece.
Weirdly, the cave mouth flows whimpering, afraid to see three winters day flying snow.
Stone mirrors without light relative worry, roaming the top of the sinking autumn moon.
It is a good idea to get the sun to shine on the north of the mountain, and let the blue sky out of your mind.
The flower is newly dyed in the wind, and the center of the flower is rotten silver.
In May and June, the summer clouds flew away, and the door of the pavilion was far away to see a clear mind.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I've never seen a woman in the world with the same coloring.