Groping for Fish (1179) In the year 1179, when I moved from Hubei to Hunan, my colleague Wang Zhengzhi gave me a drink at a small pavilion in the mountains, and wrote a poem for me. 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, and I'm going to be able to do it. I hate the early blooming of flowers, not to mention the countless red flowers that have fallen. Spring and live! See said, the end of the world grass lost the way back. I'm sorry that Spring doesn't say anything. The only thing that I can count on is attentiveness, and the spider webs on the painted roofs are all the flotsam and jetsam that are flying all day long. I'm not sure if I've ever missed a good date for a long time, but I'm sure I'll miss it. The moth-eyebrows have been envied before. Even if you buy the Xiang Ru Fu with a thousand dollars, who will tell you about your feelings? Don't dance, don't you see that the jade ring and the flying swallows are all dust? Idle sorrows are the most bitter. Don't lean on the dangerous building, the slanting sun is breaking my heart in the smoke and willow. The Umnu'er - Book Bo Shan Road wall (also known as "Cai Sang Zi") Xin Qiji's handwriting "Going to the country post"
Young people do not know the taste of sadness, love to go up to the upper floors. I love to go up to the upper floors, in order to give new words to express my sorrows. Now that I know all the sadness, I want to talk about it. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to say that it's a cooler day and a better fall. Raccoon Creek Sand - Playing with Shugao and Zixi at the Mountain Temple The flowers are even with the powdered face today, and the willow is knitted with green eyebrows for some reason. The east wind is blowing the rain, and it's finer than dust. I've laughed at myself for being as good at mountains as I am at coloring, but now I'm even more nostalgic for trees and people. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Bodhisattva Barbarian - Book Jiangxi Maker's Wall The clear river water under Yugutai, how many pedestrians' tears in the middle? I'm looking at Chang'an from the northwest, and I pity the countless mountains! I can't hide it from the green mountains, but after all, it's flowing eastward. The river is in a state of sadness at night, and partridges can be heard deep in the mountains. Bodhisattva Barbarian - Pavilion of Appreciation for Prime Minister Ye Castle Peak wants to **** the words of the high people, the linking of ten thousand horses to countless. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Qing Ping Le - Staying Alone at Wang's Nunnery, Boshan The wind from the pines above the house is blowing the rain, and I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows. I've spent my whole life in the north and south of China, but I've come back to China with a pale face. The cloth is covered with dreams of the autumn night, and there are ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains in front of my eyes. Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling The eaves of the cottage are low, and the grass is green on the stream. I'm drunk with the sound of Wu music, but who's the old woman with white hair? The eldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is that the youngest child is lying down and peeling the lotus seedpods at the head of the stream. Qing Ping Le - Inspection of the Mountain Garden Lianyun, Pine and Bamboo, Everything is Enough from Now on. I am on my staff to share the meat with the East, and the white wine is ripening at the head of the bed. In the west wind, children are stealing long poles from the pear and date gardens. Don't let the others be frightened away, the old man is watching idly in a quiet place. Ruan Langgui - Leiyang Road for the Zhang Chuifu Magistrate The lights in front of the mountain are going to dusk, and the clouds are coming and going on the mountain. The partridges are in the sound of several villages, and I meet my old friend in Xiaoxiang. The old man was in the old town of Xiaoxiang. I waved my feathered fan and silk scarf. Nowadays, I'm haggard and I'm looking for my soul, but I'm not sure if I'm the right person for the job! The Mid-Autumn Festival in Jiankang for Lv Shu Qian The shadow of autumn is turning into a golden wave, and the mirror is being sharpened again. I ask Hou Yi (姮娥) to drink wine and ask her what she will do if she is deceived by her gray hair! The wind is blowing, the sky is long, and the mountains and rivers are straight down. I'll be able to go down to the mountains and rivers. I'll hack away at the osmanthus, but I'll be able to see the light of the city! West River Moon - I am telling my son to pay for his family affairs. All the clouds and smoke have passed by, and the willow has been decaying for a hundred years. The willow has been in decline for a hundred years. What is the most suitable thing to do now? I'd like to get drunk, swim and sleep. I'd like to take advantage of the opportunity to get out of the house and measure my income and expenditure. I'm still in charge of some of them, and I'm in charge of the bamboo, the mountains and the water. Partridge Sky - Playing with the Village House The chickens and ducks are flocking and not harvesting at night, and the mulberry sisal is growing over the hill. I'm envious of all of them, but I'm not sure if I'm full. The new willow tree, the old sandbar, last year the stream hit the other side of the flow. I say I have children here, but I will not marry the Jin family. The red lotus is as intoxicated as the red lotus, and the white bird has no words to express its sadness. The book is not a book, but a book, and a book, and a book. I don't know how much my strength has deteriorated, but I'm too lazy to go up the stairs. Partridge Sky - Sending Someone Away The tears have not dried up yet, but I will eat more after the fame and fortune. I'm not sure how much I've lost my strength, but I'm too lazy to go up the stairs. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to be able to get the best out of your life. The river is not yet stormy, but there are other people who find it difficult to walk among themselves! The Partridge Sky - A Fugitive's Fulfillment The cold crows are sad in the evening sun, but the new green of the willow pond is gentle. If I can teach my eyes that there is no hatred, I don't believe that there are white heads on earth. I have already broken my intestines, and it is difficult to collect my tears. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. Jade Tower Spring - Playing with the Cloud Mountain Who pushed the mountain in the middle of the night? I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get it right. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. The west wind is blowing across the clouds, and suddenly I see a pillar in the southeast sky. The old monks clapped their hands and laughed, and were glad that the green mountains were still inhabited. Magpie Bridge Immortal - A Journey to the Mountain of Heiyoushan I have seen the summer heat in the pine hills and the rain in the thatched roofs, how many times have I been idle? Drunkenly holding on to the lonely stone to see the flying spring, but again, it is the place where I woke up before. The east family is marrying a woman, the west family is returning to their daughters, and they are laughing in front of the lighted door. The fragrance of a thousand hectares of rice blossoms is brewed, and the wind and the dew are spent night after night. Treading the Sandals - The second night after the Mid-Autumn Festival in the year Gengxu with Lake Zhuangang Sips Night and Moon Tower, Autumn Fragrance Courtyard, People come and go with a smile on their faces. Who is the one who is desolate when autumn comes? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it! I've been singing and dancing with my cups and plates, so I'm not sure what I'm sad about. I think about it, but there are also sad times, the Chongyang Festival is close to the stormy. I have a long way to go, but my worries are quiet, and the most boring place is the autumn light. There are crows outside the forest in the west wind, and there is a lot of decaying grass under the slanting sun. I always remember Shangshan, the four old men of that year, and the dusty Xianyang Road. For whom did I write this book? No one understands this intention to this day. Tingfengbo - Twilight Spring Diffuse Xing When I was young, spring was like wine, and I was drunk with a thousand bells of flowers and horses. In my old age, spring is like a sick wine. The only thing I have is a small curtain with a tea cup and a seal of incense. The wind has not yet settled. I don't want to hate it, but I want the spring breeze since the flowers are blooming. Who can see the return of spring? Flying Swallows, when we meet in the setting sun. Tingfengbo- Sending Lu Tidian to come back to Shangyuan. In my youth, I could still talk about parting, but in my old age, I am afraid to write a poem to send off. I'm afraid to write a poem to send you off in my old age. The plum blossom is also the solution to send my love to you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the end of my journey. Fathers and elders, don't look at the flags with tears. When will we meet again? Remember, when the lanterns are released on the tenth day of spring. Broken Battlements - A Strong Words for Chen Tongfu Drunkenly picking lamps and watching swords, dreaming of blowing horns back to the battalion. I dreamed of blowing the horns of a battalion. The autumn army is on point on the sand field. The horse is as fast as Dalu, the bow is like thunderbolt strings. I have won the world affairs of kings and kings, and I have won the fame after my life. Pity for the White Happening! Zhu Yingtai - Late Spring The Bao Hairpin, Peach Leaf Ferry, Smoke and Willow Darken Nanpu. I am afraid to go up to the upper floors, ten days and nine days of wind and rain. The red color of the broken heart is unattended, who will advise the sound of the warbler to stay? I've been looking at the sideburns for a long time. I've been trying to find out the date of the flower, but I've only just re-counted the number of hairpins. In the twilight of the tent, I choked on the words of my dream: "It is he who brings sadness to spring, where does it return to? But I don't know where to return my sorrows! The Book of the Wall in the Road to Mount Boshan Smoky, dewy, deserted willows, washed by the rain and baked by the sunshine. The rain and the sunshine have made it clear that the spring breeze is just as green as any other. I'm sorry to hear that. I've got a lot of feelings, but I'm bored and I'm not happy. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it through this life, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it through this one. I can't believe that there are other sorrows on earth. It is the right time for you to sleep, so please go back to your home. If you return to your home, I will tell you that I will be with the west wind for the rest of the fall. West River Moon - Night in the Yellow Sand Road The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear breeze sounds the cicadas in the middle of the night. In the fragrance of rice blossoms, I hear the sound of frogs. The seven or eight stars in the sky and the two or three dots of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, when I was by the thatched roof store and the social forest, I suddenly saw the bridge over the stream when I turned to the road. Xijiang Yue Drunkenness and Laughter, Worrying about Kung Fu. Recently, I realized that the ancient books are not true. Last night, I was drunk by the pine, and I asked the pine how I was drunk. I only suspected that the pine was moving and wanted to be helped, so I pushed the pine with my hand and said, "Go! The Wave of Sand - The Mountain Monastery Heard the Bells at Midnight In the cup of wine, all things are empty. There are three or five heroes in the past. The rain and wind are blowing where is the Han Palace and Qin Palace. Dreaming of youngsters, singing and dancing in a hurry. The old monk rang the bell by mistake in the middle of the night. The west wind is blowing in the west. Dongpo quotes The flower tops are not yet red enough, and the stripes are broken and startled by the new green. The curtains are all over the appendage. Some people sleep well in spring, some sleep well in spring. The songbird breaks the dream, the cloud partial eye knit, up incense gills fade red jade. The love and sadness of the time of flowers continue. The skirt is half full, the skirt is half full. At the dawn corner of the dewy sky, I traveled to Wu Tou Chu Mei, and I gave a row of people a thousand miles. I don't want to talk about old sorrows and new hates, but the trees in the pavilion are like this! I'm tired of traveling, but the Jade Lady is keeping me drunk. Tomorrow, I'll have a cold lunch with ten thousand flowers, and I'll be able to live there for a good time. Bu Suan Zi Bamboo green Luo cold, late sun rivers and mountains twilight. No one is alone in the path, this hate know countless. Only **** plum blossom language, lazy chasing silk to go. I'm not looking for the fragrance of spring, but the fragrance is nowhere to be found. Partridge Sky A guest talked about fame and fortune with great emotion, and because he remembered the events of his youth, he made a play on it. In his prime, the flags embraced ten thousand men, and at home for leisure, they crossed the river. The Yan soldiers were at night, and the Han arrows flew in the morning. The spring breeze does not stain the white moustache. But I've exchanged ten thousand words of policy for a book on planting trees in the East. Partridge Sky The soft mulberry on the stranger breaks its buds, and the silkworms of the eastern neighbor have already begun to grow. The yellow calf is singing in the fine grass of the flat hill, and the twilight crows are dotting the cold forest in the slanting sun. The mountains are far and near, the road is horizontal and slanting, and there are people selling wine under the green flag. The city of peaches and plums worry about the wind and rain, spring in the stream head caper flowers. The Partridge Sky The Goose Lake Drunken Script Winemaker's Wall Spring is in the plains of the caper flowers, and the crows fall after the rain of the new plowing. I am so happy to see you in the spring, and it is easy to credit the wine on the green curtains in the evening. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get a good look at my career, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at my life. Who's the girl with the green skirt and onyx sleeves? I'm going to take advantage of the silkworms to see the outside world. Partridge Sky I've been looking for spring and I'm not ready to go back, so why don't I take a walk? I'm tired of walking in the mountains, and the rain pushes me back before I can finish my poem. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes. Who is the woman who returns to Ningxia in the cold eclipse? I've been laughing and talking to the strangers in the soft mulberry fields. Partridge Sky Rhymes with Zi Xi Shan Xing Who **** the spring sunlight, Zhu Zhu pink wild artemisia flowers. I have no more children to worry about, and I'm sick of wine, but now I'm a little less sick. The mountains are far and near, the road is horizontal and slanting, and the strings are clattering in the boring place. I can still remember last year's drunkenness, counting the number of houses by the stream. Partridge Sky A piece of returning heart is like a messy cloud, and spring is all about dusk. I can't bear the rain in front of the eaves in the evening, and I'm waiting for this night to drip with dreams. The ashes of the stove are cold, and the smell of the tripod is fragrant, who will be the one to relive the cold wine? Who will play the flute outside the willow? I can't bear to hear it! Partridge Sky I can't sleep at night because I'm so sleepy! I know that I have not yet returned, but I have a lot of worries. I've thought about the past all over again, and who's been annoyed by it? Some things are so wrong that they don't really make me miss home. I am jealous of the fragrant sleep, and I wake up the pine to talk about my dreams. Sheng Zha Zi - Traveling to the Rainy Rock The sky is at the bottom of a clear stream, and there are traveling clouds in the sky. There are traveling clouds in the sky, and people are in the traveling clouds. Who will sing with me? The clear sound of the empty valley rises. I am neither a ghost nor an immortal, but a song of peach blossom water. Shengcha Zi The snow falls all over the sky, but only half of the plum blossoms are here. I love the people around the snow, and I love the people who cut them into pieces. The snow is a good drink, as long as the golden cup is full. Who says it's cold in the snow? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Sheng Zha Zi Last year, the swallows came, and the curtain was deep. Last year, the swallows came, and the curtains were deep. The scented paths returned to the mud, and the qin and books were defiled. This year, the swallows are here. Who will listen to their murmurs? I don't see the man who rolls up the curtain, but there is a dusk rain. Raccoon Creek Sand My father and father say that the rain is even, and my brows are not as knitted as they were last year. I'm not as happy as I was last year. I'm very thankful for the dust in the cauldron. The birds are sometimes able to persuade the guests, and the peaches have already provoked the people. The pear blossom is also a new white head. Nangxiangzi: I remembered my dream in the boat by the sound of the bow of the boat, and I wanted to listen to the mute chattering of the drunken sleepers. The song of the pianoforte has been changed into a song of flowers, but still, the green sleeves are in front of my eyes. I'm still in front of my eyes with my sleeves full of emerald colors. I only remember the moon the night before I buried the wrongs, and I don't care about the sorrows of others. Nangxiangzi, a good host family, do not ask the reason for going all over the place. I was so sick that my makeup was shaken, and I put on my skirt to stabilize it. The tears of parting are few and far between, but the oath of friendship is always on credit. Today's new happiness must be remembered, my son, even after ten years, it will be like him. Tingfengbo (Tingfengbo) In rhyme with Zhao Jinchen's Shixian (敷文), the wild grass and flowers are not suitable for spring, but the cuckoo is an old acquaintance. The azalea is an old acquaintance. It is better to go back and live there, but the plum rain and pomegranate blossom is a parting of the soul. The first is a group of ministers in the front hall of the deep hall female, ochre robe a little ten thousand red scarf. Don't ask about the rise and fall of today's masters. Hear, before the flower feather has been shy people. The Case of Green Jade on the Eve of the New Year (Case, here read as bowl, meaning bowl.) The east wind releases thousands of flowers at night, blowing down stars like rain. BMWs and carvings fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix piper is moving, the jade pot is turning, and the fish and dragons are dancing all night long. Moth snow willow gold strands, smiling words full of dark fragrance to go. I've been looking for him for thousands of years. When I look back, I see the man in the darkness of the lamp. The Pink Butterfly and Jinchen's Falling Flowers Yesterday's spring was like thirteen daughters learning to embroider, and one branch did not teach the flowers to be thin. The rain reviled the garden and made it a red crepe on the ground. But now the spring is like a lightweight slut hard to long. I remember the time before when I sent the spring after returning. The spring waves are all brewed into a river of spring soju, and we are waiting for each other on the willow bank. A Thousand Years' Tune The name of the small pavilion in Cane Temple is "Goblet of Wine," and I wrote this poem to mock it. When the wine is poured out to the people, the harmony is poured out first. The most important thing is to have cocoa, and everything will be fine. When I sit comically, I laugh at the owl. Cold and hot, always follow people, Gan Guolao. The young man makes the wine, the exporter suspects the argument. This is the reason of harmony, recently know. I've learned from others, but I'm not very skillful. Look at them, they have the pity of people, Qin Ji. The tallest building In the drunkenness, there is a man who asks for a song of the four times of the day, who is assigned to the Chang'an Road, and who is tired of traveling back to his old age. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it. The Lotus Root Flower is wet with rain on the night before Hu, and the wind of the Laurel Branch is tranquil on the small mountain. How can I get rid of it? I need to fatigue the wine and recite poems. Don't forget the snow by the bamboo. Don't forget the moon by the willow. I've been idle for a long time, and I've become an obsessive. No one asks about the business of planting flowers, but only heaven knows about the taste of flowers. In the mountains, the clouds come out early and the birds return late. The tallest building I intend to beg to go back, the dog son to the property is not placed to stop me, the assignment of this scolding. I am in decline, must be rich when? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it. I have forgotten to set up the sweet and leave, but I have not gotten the rice to abandon the official return. Mr. Mu, Tao magistrate, is my teacher. I'm going to repair a garden named Unknown Old Man. The name of the pavilion is also good. Drinking wine and reciting poems in a drunken stupor. How many spoons do I put in my mouth? I'm not going to say anything more about what's right and what's wrong! New Lotus Leaves Rhymes with Zhao Dezhuang Who is the cuckoo trying to persuade to return? The green trees are like clouds, and the warblers fly with them. The rabbit, the sunflower and the swallow, how many times has Liu Lang stained his clothes? The green screen is a dream, and the water surrounds the mountains. If you have a drink, you can bring it with you, and you can enjoy it at your own pace in the garden. The past is prosperous, but now things are different. The spring breeze is half-face, remember when I first met Cui Hui. The south clouds and geese are few and far between, and there is no reason for the book to be written. The Ugly Nuer near Boshan Road in Li Yi'an's body Thousands of peaks and clouds, sudden rain in a flash. The sun is slanting over the distant trees, how can the scenery be so picturesque? The green flag sells wine, and there are other homes along the mountain. In the light of the landscape, I have nothing to do in this summer. When I woke up in the afternoon drunk, the pine window and the bamboo house, a thousand dashing. The wild birds flew in, and there was general leisure. But the white gulls, watching people, want to go down yet. The old alliance is there, but the new one is not, there is something else to talk about. Qinyuanchun Lingshan Qi'an Fu, when building Yanhu not yet completed Roach West, 10,000 horses circling, the mountains want to go east. It is shocking turbulence straight down, jumping beads pour splash, small bridges across, lack of bow at the beginning of the month. The old man is idle, the heavenly teach many things, check the principal body 100,000 pines. My hut is small, outside the shadow of the dragon and snake, the sound of wind and rain. Strive to meet the first heavy. See the cool air toward the three peaks. Like Xie's children, clothes and crowns, such as the family household, the car riding gracefully. I feel that between them, the male deep elegant and healthy, such as the article on the Lord of Tai Shi. The new dike road, ask Yanhu when, smoke and rain. Qinyuanchun Lake with a new home will be three paths into the first, the crane complains of ape alarm, the future of the crop. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. I'm tired of my life, I'm tired of my life! Autumn on the river, to see the geese avoiding the waves, the boat back. I'm going to repair my cottage in Donggang. It is a good idea to open the windows to the water. If you want to go fishing in a boat, you should plant a willow first, and protect the bamboo with a sparse hedge, so that you won't be in the way of observing the plums. Autumn chrysanthemums can be eaten, spring orchids can be admired, leaving Mr. hand planted. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I'm afraid that you haven't given me your permission to do so. Qinyuanchun will stop the wine, quit the wine cup so do not approach the cup before you come, Laozi this morning, check the skeleton. I've been thirsty for a long time, and my throat is like a burning kettle, and now I'm happy to sleep, and my breath is like running thunder. You Liu Ling, the ancient and modern masters, why not die and be buried when you are drunk. I am so happy to see that you are so close to your soulmate, and you are so ungrateful! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it work, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to make it work. The grudge is not big or small, it is born out of love, there is no beauty or evil in things, if they are too much, it is a disaster. With you into the words, do not stay urgently retreat, my strength is still able to wreak your cup. The cup again worship, the road is at sb's beck and call, the beck and call must come. Han Palace Spring Spring Day Spring has returned to see the beauty of the head, curling spring streamers. The wind and rain for no apparent reason have not been able to take away all the remaining cold. The swallows of the past year are expected to dream of the Western Garden this evening. I have not yet done the yellow citrus wine recommendation, and even passed the green leek pile plate. However, I laughed at the east wind from now on, it will lavish plums and willows, and there is no more leisure. Idle time to come back to the mirror, change face. Sentiments constantly, ask who, will solve the chain? I'm afraid to see the flowers blossom and fall, and the geese will come back first. The first time I saw it, I was so happy to see it, and I was so happy to see it, and I was so happy to see it. I've been traveling all over the country, and I've been to the south and the north. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. I laugh at the dust and the thirty-nine years of non-existence, and I have been a guest for a long time! The land of Wu and Chu is torn apart in the southeast. Heroic deeds, Cao and Liu were enemies. Blown away by the west wind, there is no trace of them. The adults of Lou Guan have already left, and their heads are white before the flags are rolled up. I'm sorry to say that I've been looking for the same thing on earth, but I'm still looking for the same thing. Man Jiang Hong (满江红) The Rhyme of Touring the Southern Rock and Fan Gouzhi Laughing and patting the flooded cliffs, I ask who cuts the green rock in a thousand zhangs. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one. I feel that everything on earth has fallen in the fall. I'd like to call for a drink with you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The most important thing to remember is that you should be able to get the most out of your life. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to find the best way to get the most out of my life. The first time I saw this, I was looking up at the birds, but they were turning back to the wrong side. Man Jiang Hong (满江红) The wind shakes the bamboo outside the screen window, shattering the sadness of separation. After the departure of the people, the sound of the piper is broken, leaning on the building alone. The eyes are full of the twilight of March, and the head is already feeling the green of a thousand mountains. But try to send a piece of paper to read the book from the beginning. The word "love" is empty. When will the love of your life be enough? The tears are all in my eyes. The fragrant grass does not block the path of the traveler, and the hanging poplar only hinders the eyes of the departed. The most bitter thing is to stand up at the end of the moonlight, the railings are dry and curved. The most bitter thing is to stand at the end of the twilight of the moon, and then sing on the railings. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a good look at it, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at it. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure that I've had a good time. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do to help you. The courtyard is quiet and empty of memories. There is no place to talk about it, but it is very sad. I am afraid that the warblers and the swallows will find out the news. Where are the shakusu now? The colorful clouds still have no trace. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. Man Jiang Hong Sending Li Zhengzhi to Sichuan Sichuan Road to the sky, a cup to send, embroidered clothes travelers. I also sigh, middle-aged sick, unbearable parting. The northeast look alarmed Zhuge table, the southwest more grass Xiangru diabolical. The name of the attack, pack up to pay the Marquis, such as rafter pen. Children's tears, you do not drop. Jingchu Road, I can say. To prepare for the new poem, Lushan mountain color. Red Cliff is a thousand waves, copper [leather is] strangers on the three moon. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The song of the water is a song of the boat Yangzhou and people rhyme Sunset dust, hu riding hunting in the fall. The Chinese family is practicing 100,000, and the ships are towering over the others. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. I remember when I was a young man, and I had a horse, and I had to go back to my house and I had to go back to mine. The season is young, horse black sable fur. Now I am old, scratching my gray head, and passing through Yangzhou. I am tired of traveling on the river, and I have planted a thousand oranges in my hand. The second guest of the southeast of the famous scenery, ten thousand volumes of poetry and books career, try to plan with you. I will not shoot the tiger on the south mountain, and I will look for the rich man! The Song of Water, The Alliance of Gulls I love the lake with its thousand-foot green trousseau. Mr. Zhaihu, I love it very much, and my trousseau is a thousand feet wide open. The gulls in our alliance, after today's alliance, will not be suspicious of each other's comings and goings. Where is the white crane? Try to come with me. I'm going to break the green weeds, drain the green algae, and stand on the moss. The fish laughed at your stupid plan, do not understand to raise my cup. Abandoned marsh and barren hills in the past, the moon and the breeze this night, how many joys and sorrows in the world? The east bank is less green, willow must be planted. The Song of Water and Ma Shudu and Yuet Bo Lou The guest has been away for a long time, and the scenery is good for you to stay. The West Tower is a place for enjoyment, so why ask for more? The moon is shining brightly on me, and I am filled with snow and ice, and a hundred rivers are flowing. The whale drink has not swallowed the sea, the sword has already crossed the fall. The wild light floats, the sky returns, and things are beautiful. I don't know how many people are sad tonight. Who remembers that the hero is old? I don't know how to assimilate the fame, the decision-making is still long. This is not a matter for me to say, but I will hold my head up in the coming days! Song of Water and Songs My ambition is in the vastness, and I used to dream of ascending to the sky. I have dreamed of ascending to heaven in the past. The moon in Moshae is a thousand years old, and the world has been looking down on me for a thousand years. A guest of 4 horses and luan and phoenix, the clouds met the green mountain, the red wall, meet on the high cold. I am also a louse in the midst of the Big Dipper. The young song said: God is very relaxed, the shape is like sleeping. The swan was lifted up again and again, and heaven and earth were seen to be square and round. I want to sing again and dream, but I am confused when I push the pillow and think, "What's the bottom of the personnel loss? There are beautiful people to talk to, but the autumn water separates them from each other. Eight Tones of Ganzhou I was reading Li Guang's biography at night and couldn't sleep, so I thought of Chao Chulao and Yang Minzhan living together in the mountains, and I used Li Guang's story in a play, and I sent it to him. The old general returned at night after drinking and unsaddled at the long pavilion. I hated the drunken captain of Ba Ling, but I didn't recognize him in a hurry, and he didn't say anything. I was so happy to see Li Guang, the general, returning from the night of drinking, that I was in a hurry to get back to the pavilion to unsaddle my saddle. I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. Who wants to move to the southern mountains with short clothes and horses? Look at the generosity of the wind and stream, talk and laugh over the remaining years. Han opened the border, fame for thousands of miles, even when the healthy people have been idle? Outside the window, the wind and rain, a light cold. Nian Nujiao Book Dongliu Village Wall Wild Tong flowers fall, and hastily, after the Qingming Festival. The east wind is deceiving the dreams of the guests, and the coldness of the cloud screen on the pillow is frightening. The first time I saw this place, I was so happy to see you again. The building is empty and the people are gone, the old travelers can say. I have heard of the east end of the Cherry Street, pedestrians have long seen the slender moon under the curtain. The old hatred of the spring river has not yet been broken, and the new hatred of the clouds and mountains is a thousand folds. I expect to see you again in front of your honor tomorrow, but it's hard to fold the flowers in the mirror. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one! Nian Nujiao Jiu Yuyan Where are my sorrows these days? Where can I find my happiness? I have a little bit of bleakness in the past, leaning on the west wind alone. I am a true leisure traveler, searching for springs with bamboos, planting trees with clouds, and so on. This is the place where the heart is idle, and should not be long by Kew Gulch. I don't know who I am in my drunkenness, but I don't know who I am. I don't know who I am in my drunkenness, not the moon, not the clouds, not the cranes. The dew is cold and the wind is high, and the pine tops are covered with laurel, so I still wake up when I am drunk. I'm not sure who I am in my drunkenness, it's not the moon, it's not the clouds, it's not the crane. Nian Nujiao I climbed up to the Pavilion of Appreciation in Jiankang and presented it to Shi Liushou Zhidao I came here to hang on to the past, and went up to the dangerous building to win a thousand ducats of idle sorrows. I have been to Jiankang to visit the Pavilion of Appreciation. The only thing I can see is the rise and fall of the people. The sun is slanting outside the willow, the birds are returning to the water's edge, and the trees are blowing on the Longshang. Who is the one who sprayed the frosty bamboo with a sound when the sails went west? But I remembered Anshi's style, the evening of the East Mountain, tears falling mournful koto music. The children's fame and fortune are paid, long days only to eliminate the game of chess. It is hard to find the precious mirror, the blue clouds will be twilight, who advised the cup of green? The wind is angry at the head of the river, and the waves are turning the house over in the morning. The Magnolias Slowly Presented to Zhang Zhonggu Shuai Xingyuan Hanzhong opened the Han industry, asked this place, yes yes yes no? I want to point the sword at the three Qin, the king was pleased, a war east. The pursuit of the dead, today I can not see, but the mountains and rivers are full of tears stained clothes. Sunset Hu dust bit broken, the west wind of the plug horse empty fat. A book is the emperor's division, a small test to conquer the West. More hastily leave the feast, hurry to go, worry full of flags. You think of me, looking back, is the river culminating in autumn shadow of the geese first fly. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the wheels to work, but I can't afford to lose the belt. The Magnolias slow Mid-Autumn Drinking will start, the guest said that the former people have been assigned to wait for the moon without sending the moon, because of the use of the body of the sky to ask the poor poor moon this evening, where to go, to go to a long time? I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't know if I've ever seen the moon before. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to be a part of it. Who will tie up the flying mirror without roots? Who will keep Chang'e if she doesn't get married? It is said that there is no reason to ask the question at the bottom of the sea, and it makes people sad. I am afraid that the long whale will break through the jade palace. Toad can bathe in the water, ask the cloud, the jade rabbit to solve the sinking and floating? If you are not hurt, then why is the cloud gradually like a hook? Magnolias slow Chuzhou to send Fan Zai Old age taste is reduced, to the goodbye wine, afraid of the flow of the years. The moon is very good, but it doesn't shine on people. I don't care if the water is unfeeling, but the west wind only sends the boat home. In the evening of autumn, on the river of Brasenia schreberi, late at night in front of the children's lamps. The army shirt, it is good to go to the sky. The Jade Palace is thinking of the wise. I would like to think that half of the night, Chengming, left to see the grass, but sent to the edge of the chips. The old man in Chang'an asked me about my sadness and fatigue, but only still. The eye breaks the falling geese in the autumn sky, and the empty strings ring when I am drunk. Water Dragon Song Climbing up to the Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion The sky of Chu is a thousand miles clear of autumn, and the water goes with the sky in autumn without any boundaries. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure that I'll be able to find a way to make it work for me. The sun is setting over the building, and the sound of the broken goose is heard by the travelers in the south of the Yangtze River. I've seen the Wu Hook, and I've been shooting all over the railing, but no one knows what I want to do. I don't want to say that the perch is popular, but the wind is blowing in the west, and the seasonal eagle has not yet returned. I am afraid that I should be ashamed to see the talent of Liu Lang. It's a pity that the trees are like this! I'm afraid I'll be ashamed to see the talent of Liu Lang! Song of the Water Dragon for Han Nanjian Shangshu's birthday, the age of crossing the river Tianma South, how many people really hand in the scripture? The scenery of Chang'an and Xinting remains the same! I've looked back at the sunken land in China! How many times have I looked back? Counting the thousands of miles of Ping Rong, do you know that fame and fortune are true Confucianism? I've been writing articles about the mountains, and I've been writing articles about Tongyin, and I've been writing articles about the day in the courtyard. When I fell to the ground, but now try to see, the wind and clouds running away. Green field dust, Pingzhang grass, East Mountain song and wine. To be rectified in the year Qiankun matter, for Mr. life. Shui Long Yin (水龍吟) The South Sword Shuang Xi Building (南剑双溪楼) I raised my head to the northwestern floating clouds, and leaned on the sky for thousands of miles with a long sword. People say that here, the night is deep and long to see, the light of the bull. I feel that the mountains are high, the pools are empty and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are faint. To burn rhinoceros down to see, but afraid of the fence, wind and thunder, fish and dragon miserable. Gorge bunch of Cangjiang River to rise, over the dangerous building, want to fly still convergence. Yuan Long is old, may as well lie high, ice kettle cool woven mat. The rise and fall of the ages, a hundred years of sadness and laughter, a moment to visit. Ask who is unloading, sailing sandbanks, tie the slanting sun cable? Yongyoule Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Huai Gu A thousand rivers and mountains, heroes are not looking for, Sun Zhongmou place. The wind and rain have blown away all the winds and rainy days. The sun is slanting, the grass is growing, and the streets are full of unusual alleys. I think of the days when I was a jingoist and an iron horse, swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger. Yuanjia was so hasty that he was able to win the favor of the north. Forty-three years ago, I still remember the fire on Yangzhou Road. When I look back, I can see a piece of God's crows and social drums under the Beaver Shrine! Who can ask if Lian Po is old enough to eat? He Xin Lang The green trees listen to the cuckoo. The partridges and the cuckoos are all in a row! I'm not sure if I'll be able to find a place to go back to in the spring, or if I'll be able to rest. I'm not sure it's enough to part with you on earth. The lute on the horse is dark, and the emperor's carriage is leaving the Golden Quay. I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it to the next stage of my life. The general's reputation has been tarnished in a hundred battles. I have turned back ten thousand miles to the river and Liang, but I have never seen the old man again. The western wind is cold, and the clothes and crowns look like snow. The soldiers have not yet sung their sad songs. Crowing birds still know as much hate, I do not expect to cry tears long cry blood. Who **** me, drunken moon? Hexinlang Euphrates in the garden pavilion, servants all for the assignment of this word. One day, sitting alone stopping clouds, the sound of water and mountain colors, competing to entertain each other, the intention of the Xishan want to aid the example of the person, so I made a few words, as if the Yuchi Ming think of friends and relatives of the intention of the cloud even more than I am failing. Disappointed in my life, the friendships are scattered, only now remaining a few? The white sky hangs three thousand zhang, a laugh at all things on earth. What can make you happy? I see the green hills are very charming, I expect the green hills should see me like this. My feelings and appearance are slightly similar. I scratched my head in the east window. I think of Yuanming, stopping the clouds to write a poem, the flavor of this time. The people in Jiangzuo, who are sober and seeking fame, don't know how to realize the wonderful reason of the turbid mash! When I look back, the clouds are flying and the wind is blowing. I don't hate the ancients I don't see, I hate the ancients, I don't see my crazy ears. I am the one who knows me, the two or three sons. Hexinlang, I'm going to drink at the Changting Pavilion. Look at Yuanming, he's as cool as Crouching Dragon and Zhuge. Where do the magpies fly from the forest, knit their feet in the snow on the pine tops? I want to wear a broken hat and add more hair to my head. The remaining water and mountains have no attitude, and the sparse plums have turned them into the wind and moon. The two or three geese are also sad. I'm sorry for the cold weather on the clear river. I am disappointed that I can't cross the Qingjiang River because of the cold weather, and the water is deep and icy. The road is broken, and the wheels are in four corners, and the pedestrians here have lost their bones. Who made you sad? The mistake of thinking about each other has been forged, and it is to be expected that it took a lot of effort to make it happen. The flute is long, but don't blow it to pieces. He Xin Lang (贺新郎) My father has replied to this poem in rhyme, but I will not repeat it! I'm sick and I'm sick of you, so I'll sing and drink. I'm sick, but I'm sick, so I'm singing and drinking, and I'm scared away from the snow. I laughed at the rich and powerful, the thousands of pounds are like hair. Who will listen to the hard words? I remember the time when there was only the moon in the west window. I'd like to reintroduce the wine and change the sound of the music. The heart is not the same as the heart. I ask you: How many times have we been separated from each other in God's country? No one cares about the salt carts, and the bones of the steeds are collected in the empty thousands of kilometers. The road to Guanhe is closed. I have the most pity for you to dance in the middle of the night, and say that a man's heart is like iron when he dies! Let's see you try your hand at mending the cracks in the sky. Hexinlang Send Du Shugao off in the previous rhyme. I am disappointed to hear the rest of the poem: I am fishing for the sky, and the dongting are all in a state of confusion. There is no dust in the cloudy cliffs, but there are layers of ice and snow. At first sight, the cold hair. Since the past, the beautiful people more thin life, to the ancient, a piece of sad moon. The golden house is cold, the night tune. Go to the sky feet five gentleman's home goodbye. Look at the sky, fish and dragon misery, wind and clouds open and close. I look up and see the way of God's country, and I see the bones of the war in the daytime. Sigh Yifu, all the people clean! At midnight, the wind rises in a wild song, listening to the clanging of horses and the iron between the eaves of the array. South **** North, is divided! Hexinlang Fugu Narcissus The clouds are lying in cold clothes. The cloud is lying in cold clothes. Look at the moon in front of the wind and the ghostly shadow by the water. The stockings of the dust born of the waves to go, the smoke of the river of ten thousand hectares in the soup. I love a little bit of yellow halo. I don't remember meeting you, but I'm very fond of you, and you've made a fragrance for me. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. Lingiun thousand years of Huai Sha hate. I hate that at that time, I hastily forgot to put, this fairy title. The smoke and rain revile the wind and revile the rain, who will organize the shaking of the green sleeves? I'm not sure if I'm going to write about it, but I'm going to write about it, and I'm going to write about it. The strings are broken and no one is assigned, but the golden cup of gravel and silver platforms are moist. I'm so sad and fatigued, I'm awake alone again. Hexinlang, the pipa, the phoenix tail, the dragon's fragrance, since the beginning of the "Nishang" song, how many times the wind and the moon? The most bitter of all is the guest at the head of the Xunyang River, the painting barge is waiting to be launched. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Immediately left the sadness of 30,000 miles, looking at Zhaoyang, the palace of the lonely Hong did not, the string to solve the language, it is difficult to say hate. The Liao Yang stage messenger's voice and dust are extinct, the window is cold, the light bar is slowly twisted, and the teardrops are full of eyelashes. The hand is still in the hand, a touch of "Liangzhou" sorrow. The clouds flew away and smoke disappeared. He Lao fixed field no news, want to sink incense pavilion north prosperity rest. I'm going to play it here, and I'm going to whimper. Partridge Sky Reading Yuanming's poems, I can't get rid of my hands, so I'm writing a few words to send them off. In my old age, I don't complain about being poor, and I only have chickens and wine to gather with my neighbors. There is nothing between the Jin and Song dynasties, but I am a person above Hsi Huang. After a thousand years, a hundred articles have survived, and there is not a single word that is not true. If Wang Xie and the others were around, they would not be as bad as the dust on the streets of Chaisang! Partridge Sky I want to go up to a high building to avoid my worries, but my worries still follow me up to a high building. I want to go up to a high building to escape my sorrows, but my sorrows still follow me up to a high building! I'm going to take a break, I'm going to take a break, I'm going to take a break, I'm going to take a break. I'm not sure where the clouds will come from, but if I can be like the clouds, I'll be free. Yulou Chun: Who's the girl? I listen to the songbirds on the branches. It's been a long time since I brought a jug of wine, and I have to leave early when the bread is burnt. In my drunkenness, I forgot the way I came, so I asked travelers where they lived. I only look for the ancient temple, but I also pass by the Sapium sebiferum tree in the south of the stream. Yulou Chun In front of the wind, I want to persuade the spring light to live, spring is on the grassy road in the south of the city. The spring is on the grassy road in the south of the city. The flowers have not yet fallen by the water's edge, but they are still floating on the mud. In the mirror, I have already realized that the stars have been mistaken. The dream is far away, but only at the pear blossom wind and rain. Butterfly Lovers' Flower: Sending You Zhi's Brother to the Sun: Thirty thousand hectares of decaying grass. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to make it. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the old stuff, and then get rid of the new stuff. It's not that it's hard to rectify the sadness of separation, it's because of him that causes other hates! Linjiang Xian The palace trees in the Golden Valley are green, and the young and cold are afraid of the spring breeze. The warmth of the mountain is so faint that it is covered in warmth. In the spring color of the small building, in the sound of rain in the dream. When will the carp from Biepu arrive? The brocade book is sealed with a lot of hate. The flowers of the Begonia will be there next year. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it work. I remember burning incense together this night, people in the corridor, the moon in the corridor. But now I'm alone with Jair, and I'm thinking about it, and I'm thinking about it, too. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Where are the wild geese? I've been busy coming, I've been busy going. A Cut of Plum Mid-Autumn Moon Remembering the mid-autumn laurel bush, the flowers in the cup, the moon in the cup. The moon is also in the cup. Tonight, we are upstairs with each other, the clouds are wet, the rain is wet, the windows are wet. I want to ask the chemical industry, but it's hard to get through, and it's hard to get through. There are only red candles in the hall, and the song is calm, and the cup is calm. Nangxiangzi Climbing the Beigu Pavilion in Jingkou with Wistful Thoughts Where can I look at Shenzhou? The scenery of Beigu Pavilion is so beautiful that I can't see it. How many things have happened in the past? The longest time! The Yangtze River is flowing. I was a young man with ten thousand helmets, and I have never stopped fighting in the southeast. Who are the heroes of the world? Cao and Liu! I'd like to give birth to a son like Sun Zhongmou.