Works: Ink Plum
Contents:
My family washes the trees by the ink stone pool,
Double blossoms light ink marks.
I don't want to be praised for my color,
I just want to leave a clean spirit in my body.
Seven lines - Mourning Mr. Wang Zhizai Two
Yuan - Wang Coronation
Literary elegance and style is now gone, but how can I see Zizhi eyebrows?
The weather in the middle of the country is gloomy, the stars and rivers are miserable, and the spring in the south is cold and the grass and trees are sad.
The government has been spreading its message to the two provinces, and the discussion has been moving all the departments.
The old man has so much to do with it, and the green men are in tears.
Seven lines - Mourning Mr. Wang Zhizai Three
Yuan - Wang Coronation
March Yanshan listen to Zi Gui, memories of which make my tears drooping.
Though his career was successful, it is a pity that his writings have not yet come to fruition.
The piano is cold at the window, the moon is bright and the sword is sad.
There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but to whom do I look back in the spring wind?
Seven lines: One of them
Yuan - Wang Coronation
The frost in June at the head of Luanshui City, the grass outside the Donghuamen is all yellow.
The flags and banners are moving thousands of officials, and the battle-axes and battle-axes are busy with ten thousand horses.
The green elephant does not carry the seal of state, and the purple camel only leads to the old felt room.
The men did not understand the evils of the wind and dust, and they scrambled to point to the red door to enter the building of the chapter.
Seven lines - the second
Yuan - Wang Coronation
White grass, yellow sand and wild colors, the ancient and modern sadness is full of Qiankun.
Flying birds come to the border, and snow falls on the Thistle Gate in droves.
The scenery is so bleak, and the people are so thin.
It's a good idea to know if there is any water in Sangqian, but it's not muddy before you get into the sea.
Seven lines - Ji-Meng (纪梦)
元-王冕
十有一月三十夜，清梦忽然归到家。
To my mother, I was talking about the world, and to my son, I was asking him about his career.
The bamboo in front of the garden did not change its color, and the old plums on the stream were all flowers.
Sitting in the window of the mountain, I listened to the tea ceremony, and thought about the stormy weather.
Seven lines to meet friends
Yuan Wang Coronation
Last night, the wind blew the ground, and I got up to look at the long sword snowflakes.
It's a good idea to read a book, but it's also a good idea to drink wine.
It is not necessary to talk about the situation of the guests when we meet, but we should not be ashamed of our former alliance when we talk about our friendship.
The Han family has been at peace for a long time, so why talk about Jia Sheng?
Seven lines - The Fishing Pool
Yuan - Wang Coronation
The boat can't go on for eighteen miles, and the river head asks for the tide day after day.
It's not the same as being on a golden horse, but it's different from seeing flowers in a brocade city.
The winds of spring have been blowing for thousands of miles, and the cold rain has made the lamps bright.
The old man's lake and the sea are full of memories, and I can talk about the gulls and herons of the old days.
Seven lines - the scene
Yuan - Wang Coronation
Jiangbei spring deep weeds fragrant, Jiangnan spring shallow willow branches yellow.
The eider gulls compete in the water, and the finches fly down in the wind.
They are the most important thing in the world, and they are the most important thing in the world.
Yesterday, the children laughed on the street and laughed at the horse's head among the killers.
The seven rhymes - send Yuwen Zizhen
Yuan - Wang Coronation
Suburban residence temporarily drop out of the book work, still planted loyal and good Yi Sheng dynasty.
The wind and the moon are brimming with light, and the three strategies of the heaven and the people are fluttering.
The sound of the river is enough to make the river tide look forward to, and the straight pen would rather resign from the pavilion and beckon to the pavilion.
The Luo Xia lang all competed for talent, how can they not have no intention of talking about fishermen and woodcutters?
Seven lines - Second Rhyme One
Yuan Wang Coronation
The dashing of dashing of my dashes has made me forget about the machine for a long time, and the gulls and birds of the rivers and lakes do not have any suspicion about it.
Yellow flowers surround the house like Yuanliang, and white snow fills the bed.
What is the use of a false name behind you, and what do you know about the world?
The old man has an appointment to come to the hidden, do not wait for the autumn wind old osmanthus branch.
Seven rhymes, second rhyme, two
Yuan - Wang Coronation
There is no car or horse in the place where the wild man lives, and the artifacts outside the door are as high as the trees.
The clouds at the foot of the stone give birth to three-volt rains, and the pines at the head of the house shake the waves at five o'clock.
It is really funny to see how the garden is painted, but the salary is only for the kitchen.
The moss at the bottom of the box is full of moss, and at night the old dragon suddenly calls out.
Seven lines: In the rain, one of them
Yuan-Wang Coronation
There is no great wilderness in the darkness, and Calvary has no words to speak of, and the sword has grown.
The green mountains are full of dreamers, and the bright moon is on the other side of the sky.
The deer walks on the plains, and the dragon flies on the sea.
How many times do we look at each other and think of each other, and how many times do we lean on the dangerous buildings?
Seven lines - In the rain, the second one
Yuan - Wang Coronation
When will the old man return, and when will I hear the wind wash away the smoke?
The sand is like snow in the north, and the water is like heaven in the south.
Moreover, I am not worried about the end of the string, and I am happy to sing a song in the field.
It is good to look at the Yueyang Tower, the moon is shining in the dongting.
Seven lines - after the snow
Yuan - Wang Coronation
Today, I climbed up to the high mountain, I can't see the mountain, and it's too cold for me to see the sky and the earth.
No one knows the color of the moon in the old days, but the plum blossoms in the new year are just right.
The generals live in the northern part of the country, and I feel sorry for the guests in Chang'an.
The old man wanted to speak, but could not bear to do so, so he leaned all over the dangerous building.
Seven melodies - Green Mountain Xuan
Yuan - Wang Coronation
Full of green mountains like a picture, the Taoist here that is living in peace.
I don't know if the world is good, but I feel that the traffic in front of the door is sparse.
The wind, the moon, the four times with a smile, the Qiankun thousand years a superbus hut.
I was born with a penchant for forests and springs, and I am ashamed to say that I want to grow old in my hut.
Seven lines - second rhyme
Yuan - Wang Coronation
The people are sighing day by day, only to listen to the Chinese dynasty to say peace.
Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains are swirling in the clouds, and five nights of wind and rain are ringing with the sadness of the sword.
How could Huan Wen know Wang Mang, and Xu Shu know Kong Ming?
The wind and the pipes do not blow the song of Guansai, and the wildflowers and grasses do not win the favor.
Seven lines - Bamboo Xixian
Yuan - Wang Coronation
The green mountain is hidden with the river flow, the river Xuanwang face is quiet.
The visitors don't quit the rain of three paths, and the coolness is always in the fall of four seasons.
The sunrise phoenix is moving in the blue sky, and the light of the falling moon is moving across the water.
It's a dream that comes back to me in the middle of the night, but I suspect that the song was sung in Yangzhou.
Jiang Yue Lou
Yuan Wang Coronation
Yongjia city is like a bucket, Kui Feng Lanruo leaning on the sky.
The moonlight on the river is white, and the wind and the sound of the sea shake the ground.
The monks are happy to be here, and the visitors have a lot to think about.
I would like to dance with you and call the fairies to blow me.
Lin Gully Pavilion
Yuan Wang Coronation
Hui Ji Lin Gully Southeast victory, the structure of the new pavilion is also magnificent.
The trees are dense and I don't know where the clouds are coming from, but the mountains are deep and the water is clashing with each other.
The quietness and seclusion of the forest and the woodcutter can be allowed, and there is no King Xie coming to enjoy the tour.
I would like to write a poem after Li Du, but I am not a talented person.
Seven lines to send a monk back to Min
Yuan - Wang Coronation
September three Wu leaves red, Minzhong did not feel the autumn wind.
It is the first time that a monk is sent back to Fujian in September, and the leaves are red.
Isn't it true that there are no old men with gray hair? The green hills are still the same as in the old days.
When I come home to check the place where I have traveled, I should be happy that the rain and dew are thick in the garden pines.
Works Notes
Notes:
[1] Clear air: clear and fragrant air.
[2]Color: refers to the light ink color of plum blossoms in ink painting.
Generation: Yuan
Author: Wang Coronation
Works: Plum Blossoms
Contents:
The March east wind blew away the snow, and the color of the mountains in Hunan Province was as green as drops.
There is a sound of a qiang pipe that no one can see, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Era: Yuan
Author: Wang Coronation
Works: White Plum Blossoms
Contents:
This is the body in the forest of snow and ice,
different from the peaches and plums that mix with the fragrant dust.
Suddenly, a clear wind blows all night long,
Spreading the price of spring for ten thousand miles in Qiankun.
After the snow in the mountains
Morning, I opened the door and the snow was all over the mountain,
Snow clear cloud light sunlight cold.
The eaves are not dripping with frozen plum blossoms,
a kind of loneliness is not waiting for leisure.
Fisherman
Selling fresh fish for a hundred and two dollars,
Buying up grain and cooking rice and returning to the boat.
Pulling up wet reeds and burning them,
Sunning them in the sun on the ancient bank of the poplar.
Weixian County Department of bamboo painting presented to the Nianbo Bao Da Zhongguanchen include
Ngazhai lying listening to Xiao Xiao bamboo,
suspected to be the sound of the people's plight.
Some of the officials of my state and county,
A branch and a leaf are always concerned.
Half-pot orchid picture
Pot painting half-hidden, orchid painting half-contained.
Not seeking vent, not afraid of withering.
Bamboo and stone
Bite the green mountain and do not let go,
Roots originally in the broken rock;
Thousands of wear and tear, but also tough,
Ren'er east and west, south and north wind.
Nian Nujiao
Xiaolingwei
The king's breath in the southeast, sweeping away the old habits of favoritism, the river and the mountains are in order.
The old juniper pines disk bedchamber, night and day dragon to sleep.
WengZhong clothes, lion Lin head angle, quiet lock moss scar green.
Slant sun broken stone, a few people tied horses and read.
It is said that things change, the wind and rain on the sacred mountain, and the ghosts cry in the middle of the night.
Don't remember the founding day of the country, the Yuan master of the clay man tear cluster.
Eggshell Qiankun, pills mud world, fast roll as wind candle residue.
The old monk mountain side, cooking spring only take a scoop.
Nian Nujiao
Fang Jing two Mr. Temple
Qiankun Interjection, through the heroes of a few generations, half-empty support.
Thousands of dragons meet the source does not die, seven orifices than dry lungs.
Bamboo staff hemp clothes, Zhu robe white blade, simplicity for hardship.
Confidence and out, the self does not understand why.
Also know Jikichi Gaogao Kui, MA-ang San Su, Yue descended Wei Shenfu. [1][2]
People from the Chengping my rupture, the title is not all the way.
Ten tribes are all executed, the skin 10,000 sections, the soul male and martial arts.
The rats of the world, how to make up a tiger!
Nian Nujiao
Laolao Pavilion
Laolao Pavilion, was blown by the west wind, forced into a decaying willow.
Like threads of infinite hate, and wind and smoke.
Sailing on the river, the tears of farewell in front of the honor, the bottom of the eyes of a lot of love friends.
Inches of words can not be exhausted, the slanting sun pulse poignant thin.
Half of the life of Tu Li Tu Ming, idle counting, ten pieces often lose nine.
They have been coaxed into doing this by their own family.
They have been the first to make a mistake in the past, and the first to make a mistake in the future.
What would be the joy of being rich?
Nian Nujiao
Zhou Yu's House
Zhou Lang is a young man, he's a great man in the east of the Yangtze River, he's a great man in the east of the Yangtze River.
Eight hundred thousand troops flew a torch, the wind rolled the yellow leaves in front of the beach.
The bow of the building is in the clouds, and the flags are swept away, shooting the river and bleeding.
March in Xianyang, the fire is not this horizontal end.
Thinking of him, the bamboo mourning silk, turn back to Guqu, tiger tent to talk about the soldiers rest.
Gongjin Bofu days quite show, the middle way of the gentleman and ministers to say goodbye. [1]
Wu Shu, the two sides of the river, the Yan Liu boiling, the old charm into a treacherous. [2][3]
To this day, I hate the Qinhuai night and day.
Nian Nujiao
Hongguang
Hongguang built the country, is a golden lotus and jade, and then the madman. [1]
Grass, trees, mountains and rivers what limit pain, only to solve the draft song to choose the color.
Swallows with paper, spring lanterns say riddles, the night is short enough to be too narrow for the sky.
The sea cloud is divided and paid for, and the red sun is stopped at five o'clock.
What's more, Ma Ruan is in charge, Gao Liu is in town, and the dogs and boars are wrapped in conical hats. [2]
Selling all the rivers and mountains is not enough, only half of the southeast wall.
The rise and fall of the country, the success or failure of others, who escaped the number of luck?
Peace Long Wan, this Cao has long been born. [3]
Nian Nujiao
Stone City
Thousands of feet of overhanging rock, borrowed the European knife Wu axe, cut into the city. [1]
Thousands of miles of gold city can't return, ten thousand miles of flood waves spouting.
Wang Joon building ship, flag straight, the wind Lee ever berth. [2]
The bow column torch, idle burning through the iron rope.
And now spring and fall, a river of smoke and rain, 10,000 points of levies swept.
Call all the rise and fall of the six dynasties, and call off the Xiaoling Hall Pavilion.
The mountains are cool, the river is strong, and the tide hits the foot of the empty city.
The sound of fishing whistles, the winds of the reeds are blowing.
Nian Nujiao
Gao Za Temple
The twilight clouds are bright and dusky, looking at the broken building is hidden, lying bells remnants of the courtyard.
Outside the courtyard there are ten million green hills, and under the steps there is a shallow spring.
The crows and the pine porch, the rats turned over the scripture box, the monks and the lonely clouds are far away.
The empty beams of the snakes were removed, and there were no more swallows in the old nests.
Pity the rise and fall of the six generations, the birth of the public treasure Zhi, never off the grudge. [1]
Hand planted Bodhi heart sword halberd, the first fall Shakyamuni wheel turn.
The history of the ridicule bomb, the lamp laughingstock, in vain as a wall-riding Han.
There is no limit to the number of sands, and the number of earthly robberies is short.
Nian Nujiao
Peach Leaf Ferry
The bridge is low and the red boards are long and the green poplars are fluttering.
The bridge is low, the red boards are long, and the green poplars are floating away. [1]
Smoke and soft pear blossoms, rain and cold food, the grass rush season.
Painted boats and drums, singing in the empty space.
What exactly is the peach leaf and peach root, ancient and modern is not less, color and art called double best?
A strand of red silk is tied to the left side, and the cabinet has been buried a few times.
If Yiguang, ramie, who said that the city of Philosophy? [2][3]
Wang Lang, a song, a thousand years of Yan said river oar.
Nian Nujiao
Taicheng
Autumn is the gas, is a storm, a depression.
The sun sets on the road under the mountain, asking for the old ruins of Taicheng.
Old vines hide snakes, flowers are cheap, bad battlements zero smoke blue.
Some people were herding horses and playing the shawm at the top of the city.
When I first sacrificed my face, I ate only vegetables and fruits, and abided by the law of the Shamans.
Why are the rats digging for hunger, and the eggs of the birds climbing up the nests and sucking them in?
And then he said that the lotus lotus, cross-legged even died, gained also why not lose? [1][2]
Sour heart hard words, heroic tears in the chest.
Nian Nujiao
Rouge Well
Reeling around, the old dream of prosperity, where to return?
Only the green hills surrounding the old country, yellow leaves, west wind vegetable garden.
Pick up the oak steps, fish Palace Marsh, people return to go at dusk.
The copper bottle is a hundred feet, the mournful sound is like a complaint.
Crossing the river at arm's length, Yu Cunhe, that is, Han Touhu. [1]
Rouge at the bottom of the well and arm out, ask where Xiao Niang? [2]
Clear night tour words, back garden flower song, singing through the river pass female.
The word field is the original color, the emperor's family counts whether or not?
Nian Nujiao
Changganli
The winding alley, in the corner of the spring city, green poplar shade.
Ochre-white and greenish-yellow walls are made of stone, and the door reflects the water flowing from the blue stream.
Small rain molasses xiao, slanting sun pastoral flute, a path through the peach and plum. [1]
The wind blew the flowers down, and the wind blew them up again.
What's more, there are reeling cars everywhere and swallows in every house, so the scenery is beautiful. [2]
April cherry red city, snow flakes anchovy knife .
The autumn water of Huai Shui is clear, Zhongshan Mountain is purple in the evening, and the old horse is plowing the idle land.
One hill and one valley, I will end up here.
Nian Nujiao
Mo Chou Lake
Yuanyang two words, is a good story of the red lady, but whether it is not?
How many heroes and heroines are there, and how many of them are there?
They are the first to be able to use the same technology as the other ones, but they are the first to be able to use the same technology as the other ones.
The Lu family is fortunate to have a song that will last a long time!
Nowadays, the lake willows are like smoke, the lake clouds are like a dream, and the lake waves are thicker than wine.
The mountain vine with green belt, the water across the sunset dance sleeve.
Peach leaf body micro, Mo Chuan family small, turn to borrow the word population.
What is the crime of having a good time? I have no honor, no shame, no blame.
The flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and the wine has no spirit.
This is the first time I've seen a parrot in the world, and I've never seen a parrot in the world, and I've never seen a parrot in the world.
Burning the inkstone, burning the book, cracking the qin,
destroying all the articles and wiping out all the names.
Singing Zheng, who has a family history of muge, begs for food.
Single cold bone phase is difficult to change.
Laughing at the hat and green shirt is too thin.
Looking at the door of the autumn grass, year after year broken alley;
Sparse window rain, night and night lonely lamp.
Is it possible that the God of Heaven, still clamping the mouth of hatred,
not allowed a long sigh or two?
It's a great pleasure to take a hundred pieces of silk, and to make a fine determination of the bleakness
Colume 354_1 "Song of the Group Fan" by Liu Yuxi
The group fan is again and again the group fan, and it is dedicated to the Emperor to clear the summer heat hall. The autumn wind has entered the garden trees, and we will never see each other again.
There is a woman who rides on a luan, and there is a net of insects all over the place. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it," he said.
Colume 354_2 "Yicheng Song" Liu Yuxi
The wild water surrounds the empty city, and the dust rises from the lonely post. The trees are growing on the side of the deserted platform, and the stone tablets are engraved on the sun.
The pedestrian is in a desperate state, and the warm wind is blowing on the wheat of the night.
Colume 354_3 "Song of Shunyang" by Liu Yuxi
Leaving the official army post in the morning, I looked ahead to Shunyang Road. The wild water is nibbling at the deserted graves, and the autumn insects are cutting into the palace trees.
I once heard that at the end of the Tianbao period, the Hu horses were overly ambitious in the southwest. The city guards, General Lu, pulled the city from here.
Colume 354_4 "Song of Mo Yao" by Liu Yuxi
Mo Yao has grown up since then, and its name has no symbol. I have no name. I am a mongrel in the marketplace, and my marriage is with a woodcutter.
The star occupies a spring, the fire opens a mountain ridge. The night crossing of a thousand-foot stream, containing sand can not shoot.
Colume 354_5 "The Song of the Gui Ling" by Liu Yuxi
The Guiyang Ridge, which is so low and so high, is so sparsely populated that birds and beasts are appalled by it. The people are sparse, the birds and animals are horrified, and the land is far away from the grass and trees.
It is a great honor to send a message to a man who has moved his gold, and to know the labor of the songwriters.
Colume 354_6 "Song of inserting a field" Liu Yuxi
The flowers and grasses are all together at the top of the hill, and the swallows fly east and west. The fields are like lines, and the white water is so bright that it is hard to see.
The farmer's wife has a ramie dress, the farmer's father has a green straw raincoat. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of British Columbia, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of British Columbia.
But I can't hear the sound of the complaints, I can't recognize the slang. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this.
Levels of seedlings are deserted, and smoke and fire are born in the marketplace. The yellow dog is a dog, and the red rooster is a rooster.
Who is the man by the side of the road, with his black hat and long sleeves? He said that he was a young man who had left the emperor's hometown.
The farmer said, "I'm sure you know your way around. I've been on the road to Chang'an for a long time, and I've never seen anything like it.
The official laughed and said, "Chang'an is really a big place. The door to the province is high, and there is no limit to the number of times you can enter.
Yesterday, the guards were given only bamboo cloth. I'll be a government official in two or three years," he said.
Colume 354_7 "Song of Grapes" Liu Yuxi
The grapes were born in the wild field, twisting one branch high. The grapes were brought under the blue courtyard, and the king of the house was high in the sky.
The differences are many and varied, and the vines are coiled and twisted. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
The long barbed wire is set up for this, and dashing of water is done in the green of the garden. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that.
They are all in a row, and they are all in a row, and they are all in a row. The horse's milk is frosty, and the dragon's scales are in the early sun.
A guest came to Fenyin and stared at the hall. He said, "I'm from Jin, and I'm planting this as if it were jade.
Brewed into a fine wine, people can not drink enough. I'll take a bucket for you and go to Liangzhou to get the pastor.
Colume 354_8 "Song of the Barbarians" by Liu Yuxi
The barbarians speak in a hooked tone, and the barbarians are dressed in colorful cloth. The gerbils are dug up by smoky beavers, and the gourd is honored at this time of the year.
Suddenly, I met a passenger on a horse, and it was as if I had been surprised. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Colume 354_9 "Mawei Row" by Liu Yuxi
The green field of Fufeng Road, the yellow dust of Mawei Stage. The grave of Yang Guiren by the roadside is three or four feet high.
When I asked the children in the village, they all told me that they were lucky to be in Shu. The military family killed the relatives, and the son of heaven gave up his concubine.
Groups of officials ambushed the door screen, the nobleman held the emperor's clothes. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The nobleman drank the golden flakes, and all of a sudden, Shunying was in his twilight. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person.
The car is already far away from the dust, the alley to peep. ***The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The CV is no longer available, and the light of the CV set is not yet extinguished. I can't see the people on the rocky shore, but I can see the socks on the waves.
The postman loved the trail, and he untied the large belt knot with his own hands. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at it.
The finger ring is brightly illuminated, and the jewelry is the enemy of the city. I will enter the city of Xianyang, and I'm still scared of Jahu.
Colume 354_10 "Hundred Flowers" by Liu Yuxi
When there are a hundred flowers in Chang'an, the landscape is pleasantly light. No one is without a drink, and there is no place where one can't hear music.
The spring breeze moves through the night, the light rain overflows at dawn. The red flames come out of the walls, and the snow reflects the corners of the buildings.
Purple and purple rhymes with pine and bamboo, far away yellow surrounds the hedges. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this," he said.
Full of souls in the court, the light of the hips into the Danwu. The firm's reputation for excellence in the field of business and technology has been recognized as one of the best in the world.
Bonnie, the time of the year, was very late, and the shade covered the pond. The only thing I have is a pomegranate, and I want to be able to console my loneliness.
Colume 354_11 "The Walk of the Strong Men" by Liu Yuxi
The wind was blowing in the cold countryside, and the tiger was roaring. The tiger is roaring. He is walking out of the burnt ground and roaring into the yellow grass.
The strong man went on his horse and bent his bow in front of the stirrups. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
Humorous eyes suddenly star fall, flying blood splash forest top.
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 was a great pleasure to be rid of the evils in the city, and I was glad to see the wine and the wine. The first thing I'd like to do is to get out of the way and go to the bridge and see the city.
Colume 354_12 "Bitter rain line" Liu Yuxi
You fly away love, the same music in the Yanghe. I'm always afraid that there will be too much wind and rain in the 300 days of the year.
The sky and the people are far away, and the seasons are easily wasted. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time in the world.
Colume 354_13 "Song of Mount Hua" by Liu Yuxi
Hongkai made the mountain high, and Yuanqi drummed up its bags. I was able to realize my divine power in a short time, and I was able to climb up to the very top of the mountain.
Spiritual traces were revealed, and the murderous spirit was seen in the corners. The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
The emperor's mansion, with me as the key. I can make the people of the next country change the bones of the gods at first sight.
The mountains are infinite, and this is what they are. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, but I'm going to do something about it.
Colume 354_14 "Ball Throwing Music Lyrics" by Liu Yuxi
The colorful embroidered reunion was held at the tortoiseshell banquet of the king. The most suitable place is under the red candle, but before the falling flower.
If the guests had risen first, I would have given them a boat. I'd like to see the flowers in the early spring, but I'd like to see them late.
And after seeing the flowers, I remember when they were not yet in bloom. I'm so glad that I have a ball to throw and a cup to drink," he said.
Colume 354_15 "Huaqing Lyrics" Liu Yuxi
Sunrise on the east side of Mount Li, Pei Hui shines on the hot springs. The building's shadow is exquisite, and the white smoke is slightly open.
It is said that in the past, the emperor used to live here to pray for the year. The wind smelled the clear music, and often came to list the immortals.
Cui Hua entered the five clouds, the purple gas returned to the upper Xuan. I'm so sorry for the tears of the living, and I'm sobbing in front of my bow and sword.
The holy way is the self, and the mortal feelings are grand. I am a humble servant, and I look up to the sky of the green underworld.
Column 354_16 "Three Songs for Sending Spring" by Liu Yuxi
Spring is approaching at night, and the thoughts of spring are leisurely. The winds and clouds have changed the day, and the flowers and leaves urge each other on.
Deserted in the air, when will the sky come?
Spring is already in its twilight, and it is as old as a man's age. The leaves are reflected in the flowers, and the sky is green with grass.
Poor peaches and plums, from now on with the mulberry dates.
Spring scenery, when to go back. The sun is setting on a high platform.
Lonely flowers are over, the warbler is not coming back.
Column 354_17 "Three Songs of Early Summer" by Liu Yuxi
The copper kettle is in a hurry for the night, and the handle of the bucket has returned to the south for the time being. I am a little tired of the single garment, and I feel sorry for the opening of the northern door.
The flowers in the western garden are all gone.
The season is over, and there are millions of homes in the shadows. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at you.
The lonely butterflies are looking for the evening flowers.
The wind is warming in the green water, and the dew is drying in the green forest. The crowing of the pheasant in the morning and the return of the man in the evening.
The flowers are all gone, and the trees are all in a state of flux.
Colume 354_18 "Song of pounding clothes" by Liu Yuxi
The anvil is in tune with autumn, and the pestle and mortar contain a miserable wind. The sound is different in every house.
The dew is clear in the house, and the moon is bright in the company. The long train of the car was in the folds, and the light dress was on the stone.
The sweaty shirt is even more fragrant, and the tin is half empty. 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 do it.
The wolves are attacking each other, and the tigers are attacking each other. I'm not sure where to send the suitcases, but I'm sure I'll be able to find a place to send them.
Colume 354_19 "She Tian Xing" Liu Yuxi
Where is a good She Tian, the belly of Aman Mountain. I have been drilling tortoises to get rain, and going up the mountain to burn the lying wood.
The pheasant was so frightened that he walked and looked around, and the pheasants were so loud. The red flames are far away from the sun, and the light coals fly into the countryside.
The wind led the way up to the high hill and hunted the green forest. The green forests are in full bloom, and the red light is low and rising again.
Shining the pool, the old scowls, the firecrackers scared the mountain ghosts. The night color is not visible to the mountains, but to the lonely stars and the Han Dynasty.
The stars, like the moon, are all extinguished by the dawn wind. The first time I saw it, I was knocking on the stone, and it was so hot that I was baking.
The next planting is in the warm gray, and the sun is in the sun to break down the teeth. The first time I saw it, it was a very good thing that I was there.
The Bajan arching hand chanting, plowing and hoeing do not care. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Colume 354_20 "Cuckoo Plover" Liu Yuxi
The sunrise has a singing phoenix, do not hear millions of sacrifices. The cuckoo-cuckoo is the first to enter the ear in the morning.
Autumn winds and white dews dry up, from the time when you cry. The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of a spring day, and how to get there.
Colume 354_21 "Viewing the Clouds" by Liu Yuxi
The clouds are feeling cloudy, and I can't wait to see the opportunity. When the sun comes up, I will be able to return as if I have accomplished something.
The evening scenery is lush and green, and the whiteness is the light of autumn. The night depth of the silver man, indifferent to the immortal's clothes.
Colume 354_22 "The words of raising kites" Liu Yuxi
Raising kites is not a playful activity, but a way of fighting. The young man is ignorant of his reasoning, and feeds himself day in and day out.
The yellow mouths of the chicks are netted, and there is a surplus of food for them at night and in the morning. The title of the book is "The title of the book".
The forest is a place where rabbits come from the north and the south. I'm not sure if I can do anything about it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do something about it.
Column 354_23 "After receiving a book from a friend, I presented him with a poem" Liu Yuxi
When I sent you away, I waved my hand over the Green Gate Bridge. When the road turns and we don't see each other, I can still hear the horses rustling.
The Road to Chang'an
The winds of Hu stirred up the trees of Qin, and the son of a lowly man wept in the wind.
The door of every house is open, but you can't enter if you want to see it.
The twelve thoroughfares of Chang'an, and the birds are in a hurry to throw themselves into the trees.
What kind of home is this high pavilion?
The Song of the Wandering Son
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveler.
Whoever says that the heart of a blade of grass is a heart that repays the three spring suns!
The Lady of the Columns
The sycamore tree will grow old, and the mandarin ducks will both die.
This is how a chaste woman would favor her husband, and how she would give up her life.
The waves of the sea are sworn to be unquenchable, and the water in the well of the concubine's heart is water.
Ancient parting
The clouds of Pine Mountain are surrounded by clouds, and the water of Pink Road is separated from the water.
There is a day when the clouds go away, but there is no time for the water to merge.
Spring fragrance serves both eyes, spring color soft four branches.
The willow weaves the sorrow of parting, thousands and thousands of threads.
Runxi Sha
Hundred mu garden is half moss, in front of the door of the white road water haunting back. How many people can come here?
The small courtyard and the corridor are quiet in spring, and the mountain peaches and apricots are planted two or three times. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Nanxiangzi
Since ancient times, the emperor's state has been lush and green. The last four hundred years have been a dream, and it's sad that the Jin Dynasty has become an ancient mound.
Walking around the water, I went up to the top of the stairs and then up to the top of the stairs. The past is a long time, you do not ask, turn back, the threshold of the Yangtze River outside the empty flow.
Fisherman's Pride
The small bridge on the flat bank is embraced by a thousand roaches, and the water is full of flowers and plants. The thatched cottage has a few windows. The dust is less than that, but it is swept away by the spring breeze.
After the afternoon sleep, I heard the birds talking, and I was up to sleep to listen to the morning rooster. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The first thing I want to do is to dream, and then I forget the Handan Road.
Buddha Barbarian
There are several thatched cottages facing the water, and light shirts and short hats are hanging in the poplars. What day is it today? I'm looking at the stone bridge.
The crescent moon is falling, and I wake up late in the afternoon drunk. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
The first time I went to the airport, I was in the middle of the late fall, and the weather was very cold. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
The sails are going to row on the sun, the back of the west wind, the wine flag stands diagonally.
The colorful boats and clouds, the river of stars and herons, the picture is not enough.
Remembering the past, the prosperous competition, sighing outside the door of the building, sadness and hatred.
Thousands of years ago, the high on this, contempt of honor and disgrace. The old story of the six dynasties is running with the water, but the cold smoke and grass condensed green.
To this day, the merchants' maidens are still singing the last songs in the backyard.
The Year of the Thousand Autumns
The cold anvil of the other pavilion, the painted corner of the lone city, the sound of autumn into a few silhouettes.
The swallows return to the east from the sea, and the geese from the south fall towards the sand.
The winds of the Chutai and the moon of the Yu Lou are just like yesterday.
There is no way to be bound by fame and fortune! I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it!
It's a pity that the wind is always idle!
When I first started to talk to you, I said, "I don't know what you're talking about,
But I'm not sure what you're talking about now. I've been thinking about it since I woke up from my dream.
Bodhisattva Barbarian.
Begonia's disheveled hair is facing the water, do you know how the flowers look like here? The cool moon is white, and the fragrant wind is heard across the shore.
The yellow birds are close by, and their voices are heard on the other side of the shore. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the best out of it.
With no color in her eyes, the king could not hold on to her.
But I blame the hand of the artist for the fact that I have never seen anything like it;
It was not possible to paint the picture, but it was a waste of time to kill Mao Yanshou.
It is a pity that I have to wear all the clothes of the Han Palace.
It is a pity that I have to ask about the South China Sea, but I have to ask about the geese and wild geese every year.
Family members have traveled thousands of miles to spread the news, and it is good to not remember each other in the felt city;
Just don't see the long door at hand to close the Ajiao, the life of the disillusionment of no north and south.
The second
Ming Fei's first marriage was to Hu'er, and the caravans were full of Hu Ji.
There was nowhere else to speak, but the pipa, the lute, and the heart knew.
The golden rod is the hand that plucks the spring breeze, and it is the hand that plays to persuade the Flying Hung to drink wine.
The maids of the Han Palace weep in secret, while the pedestrians on the sand look back.
The Han's favor is shallow, the Hu's favor is deep, and the joy of life is in knowing each other.
Pity that the green mound has already been destroyed, but there are still some sad strings left.
Scribe to the wall of Mr. Hu Yin
The thatched roof was swept away without moss, and the flowers and trees were planted by hand.
One water protects the field and surrounds it with green, while two mountains send green to the door.
On the New Year's Day
The firecrackers were cracked in the sound of the first year, and the spring breeze brought warmth to the Tuusu.
Thousands of doors and tens of thousands of houses are open on the day of the New Year, and the old symbols are always replaced by new ones.
Chess
Don't disturb the truth by playing the game.
After the battle, the two trousseaux are divided into white and black.
Climbing Feilai Peak
Thousand Pagodas on Feilai Peak, I heard the rooster crowing and saw the sun rising.
Don't be afraid of the floating clouds to cover your eyes, just because you are at the highest level.
Mooring at Guazhou
Jingkou, Guazhou, between the waters, Zhongshan is only a few mountains away.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Losing a game of chess with Xue Zhao Ming
Hua Fa is looking for spring and is happy to see the plum, a plant on the road snow times pile up.
Fengcheng Nanmiao was remembered in other years, but the fragrance was not there to follow the postman.
Spring Night
The golden furnace is full of fragrance and the sound of leakage is residual, and the wind is cold.
Spring colors are so annoying that I can't sleep, and the moon is moving the shadow of the flowers on the balustrade.
Bei Shan
Bei Shan is a green mountain, and the pond is rippling.
Counting the fallen flowers, I have been sitting for a long time, and it is too late for me to return to the fragrant grass.
GeXi stage
The moon is not yet over, and a lamp shines brightly on the autumn bed.
The sick body is most aware of the wind and dew in the morning, and I don't know how long it takes to dream of returning to the mountains and rivers.
Sitting down, I feel the generosity of the songs of the year, and rising up, I see the bleak colors of heaven and earth.
The cicadas are messing with the ears of the pedestrians, and the leaves of the trees are half-yellow.
Showing Chang'an Jun
The parting of a young man is not a light thing, but the meeting of an old man is also a sad thing.
Leather and grass, cups and plates for laughter, and dim lights to talk about life.
Since I feel sorry for the three years of separation between the lake and the sea, I have traveled ten thousand miles again.
If you want to ask when the latter part of the year will be, you should send a letter to the south of the geese.