The official government enlisted the white men to pick jade from the Blue River.
There is no home at night, and I sleep in the rain.
The woman who is the only one who is paid and paid for her food returns to her home, and cries sadly in the south of her house.
Poem on the inkstone given by Han Shao-yin
The old man is far away, and he has left an inkstone to be pampered with poems and writings.
White water floats with fragrant ink, clear pool is full of summer clouds.
This is the first poem of its kind in the history of the world
This is the first poem of its kind in the history of the world.
There is no envoy to Guiyang, so I will write a letter to report to you.
Sending the Ambassador of Quanzhou Li to his post (by Bao He)
By the sea, they are all deserted, and they are divided into two parts, one of which is the Khan.
The clouds and mountains of the Hundred Yue Road, the city and wells of the Ten Continents.
The Jade is far away, and the Pearl is often in tribute.
It's been a long time since I've seen snow, and it's been spring everywhere.
The morning sun sends to know (Huangfu Zeng's works)
Changan snow to see the return of the Hong Kong people, the forbidden to the sky to worship and dance with.
The dawn color is gradually separating the two queues, and the sound of leakage is far away in the hundred flowers.
The smoke of the fireplace is rising at the first time to open the immortal battle, and the jade pendant is formed into a line to lead to the Lord.
***The lotus is the same as the rain and dew, and the yellow leaves should not be from the wind for a long time.
Reward Chang when seeking Songyue Ma Taoist see send (Lu Lun works)
Wen chasing the woodcutter to watch chess, suddenly met the world of man is the time of Qin.
The cloud is too shallow to plant jade, and the crane is too late to send a letter across the sea.
The cave is a place of honor, and the ancient pine tree is half empty.
It is a great honor to send you this book from afar, and I would like to be able to ask you about it.
The ancient Xing (Meng Jiao's work)
Chu blood has not yet dried clothes, Jing rainbow is still buried glory.
The pain of the jade does not hurt the body, holding the diamond to seek the return.
Nine Songs of Cold Stream (Works of Meng Jiao)
The road on the bank of Luoyang, the stream in front of Meng's Zhuang.
The boat was in the middle of the ice, and the sound of the green yao was hissing.
The green water is green jade, and the white waves are white.
Brightly in the precious mirror, the sky is shining with everything.
Yuwen Xucai Zhai in the sea willow Wing (Meng Jiao works)
Jade strands of green Weiwei Ru, knotted as a fragrant tree posture.
Suddenly, the moon hooked out the coral branches.
Scorching immortality flower, Meng Meng everlasting silk.
Drinking from the cypress, the flavor of immortality; singing from the orchid, the words of ancient times.
The frosty winds blow clear, and I think of you longingly.
The Stone of the Ragged Ko (by Meng Jiao)
The world of the immortals is within a day, and the earth is a thousand years poor.
The double tombs are not all over the board, all things are empty.
The woodcutter returns to the road, and the axe is rotting from the wind.
The only thing left is the stone bridge, which is still lingering over the rainbow.
The Hanging State Goblet (Meng Jiao's work)
It is said in vain that people are the most spiritual, and the white bones are in a mess.
How to die in spring, not as much as the grass.
Yao and Shun slaughtered Qiankun, but they did not use their weapons for agriculture.
The Qin and Han dynasties stole the mountains, casting and killing, not casting and plowing.
The earth and the sky do not give birth to gold, and those who give birth to gold compete.
Send Tian Sanduan Gong back to Ezhou (Wu Yuanheng's work)
Lonely clouds love Cangzhou, persuade wine and pear blossom to white head.
The South Path sends off the riders, and the East City complains about the sadness of parting with the pipes and strings.
The people in the green oil curtain are like jade, and the moon in the yellow crane tower is like a hook.
You should ask me if I'm going to be able to make it, but I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it, so I'm not going to be able to make it.
Reward for Yan Sikong Jingnan (Wu Yuanheng's work)
The golden sable has entered the three dukes' mansions again, and the jade tent has made ten thousand vassals.
Curtains are rolled up in the green mountains at the dawn of the Wu Gorge, and the smoke opens up in the blue trees in the islet palace in the fall.
Liu Kun sits and whistles in the wind, and Xie Flesh and Jono write poems in the moonlight.
White snow can't be sung, the beauty of the south looking at the green moth sorrow.
Gift to the Master of Lingyin Temple in Tianzhu (Works of Quan Deyi)
The stone road and the spring stream are divided between the two temples, and the unusual bells and chimes are heard across the mountains.
The mountain monks live half in the middle peak, **** occupying the green mountains and white clouds.
Front and the Treasury Lu four brother Cao Chang Yuan day Dynasty very (Han Yu works)
The sky battle night strict build feather banner, spring clouds send color dawn chicken number.
The fragrance of the golden stove moves the chi dragon's head darkly, and the sound of the jade pendant comes from the pheasant's tail high.
The military uniforms were worn at the North Pole, and the Confucian crowns reflected those of the Eastern Cao.
It's hard to meet a man in a time of peace and prosperity, and I don't need to sigh for two hairs.
Luomercury Song (Liu Caichun's work)
More than a merchant's wife, a gold hairpin is a fortune teller.
Looking towards the mouth of the river, I mistakenly recognized a few people's boats.
The Chinese poet, Zhang Ji (张籍作品)
铜柱南边毒草春，行人几日到金膦？
Who is the girl with the jade ring piercing her ears? She holds her lute to welcome the god of the sea.
The Song of the Festival Woman (by Zhang Ji)
You know that my concubine has a husband, so you gave me two pearls;
It is tied in a red jacket with your lingering thoughts.
The concubine's house is built in a high building, and her husband has a halberd in the bright light.
The heart of my husband is like the sun and the moon, and I vow to live and die with him.
It is a great honor to return the pearl to you, and I hate that you have not yet gotten married.
The Moon on the Fifteenth Night of August (by Liu Yuxi)
The moon will be washed over the world tonight.
The summer is over, the sky is quiet, and the autumn is clear.
The stars give way to brilliance, and the wind and dew give rise to crystal.
The world of the world can be changed, and it is the Jade Palace.
Liu Zihou's Poem on the Stacked Stone Inkstone (by Liu Yuxi)
It is often due to the fact that I was in the same classroom that I sent this poem to you to express my feeling of being separated from my group.
The poem is a poem about a stone inkstone from Liu Zihou (by Liu Yuxi).
Smoke and mist in the gully, ink and water are dense.
With Tao Zhenbai, the pine window writes purple text.
The poem of the Purple Experiment for Tang Xiucai (by Liu Yuxi)
The Duanxi inkstone is very important to the world, and I should know that it is a good idea to give it to me.
The temple in Que Li is empty of old things, and it is not natural under the open square stove!
The jade toad spits out the water, the colorful Han shakes the wind, the reddish-red brocade is fresh.
Nine Songs of Waves and Sand (Works of Liu Yuxi)
The sun shines on the clear continent of the river, the fog opens up, and the gold-panning women are full of the river.
Beauty jewelry is the seal of the king, all the waves in the river. I don't know how to say that the slander is as deep as the waves, and I don't know how to say that the migrant is as deep as the sand.
Thousands of people have been struggling to escape from the city, but they are still struggling to get to the gold.
Spring Lyrics (Liu Yuxi's works)
New make-up is suitable for the face down the vermilion building, deep locks of spring light a yard of worry.
Walking to the center of the courtyard, I counted the flowers, and the dragonflies flew up to the head of the jade scratching.
The night of the 15th of August is the night of the forbidden straight to the moon to remember Yuanjiu (Bai Juyi's work)
The silver platform and the golden queue is sinking at sunset, and I sleep alone in Hanlin.
The color of the new moon in the night of three or five nights, and the heart of the old man two thousand miles away.
The east side of the palace is cold, and the west side of the bath hall is deep.
If you are afraid that the light is different from what you see, you will be in the shade of autumn.
Five Songs (Bai Juyi's works)
Give you a method to solve the fox doubt, do not need to drill the turtle and Zhu Zhuzhuo.
The test of jade should be burned for three days, and the defense of the material should wait for seven years.
The Duke of Zhou was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble before he usurped the throne.
If I had died in the first place, who would have known the truth of my life?
Seeing Yin Gongliang's new poem, I gave him a poem (by Bai Juyi)
There are more than a thousand new poems in my sleeve, and I have read them all, but they are all Yao Ju.
How can I hold this and pay a visit? 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.
The Planting of Lychee (by Bai Juyi)
The red pearls are really lovely, and the white bearded guards are not stupid!
Ten years ago, I had a son. I have been planting lychees in the garden since then.
Morning River Yin (Bai Juyi's work)
A remnant of the sun is spreading on the water, half of the river is red, half of the river is red.
Pity the night of the third day of the ninth month, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Remarks to Cao Shengwu for his visit to Xiangxian County (Liu Zongyuan's work)
Breaking the forehead of the mountain in front of the jasper flow, the poet is far away from the Mulan boat.
The spring breeze is infinite, and it is not free to pick flowers.
Sending Liu Qiju on the morning of the spring day (Yao He's work)
The cold fog of the nine thoroughfares converges, and the dawn light of the two queues is divided.
Colorful battles welcome the spring day, and cigarettes catch the auspicious clouds.
The sound of the peals was heard in the clear air, and the voice of heaven was heard by the ministers.
It is not necessary to laugh at Feng Tang's old age, but to come back to visit the sage.
The Song of the Rich and Powerful (by Zheng Ouyang)
When the beauty was grooming herself, her head was full of pearls and emeralds.
It's not like I'm wearing two pieces of cloud, but I'm wearing a lot of countryside tax.
The Wounded Farmer (by Zheng Yang)
A grain of red rice, a few drops of ox-collar blood.
The coral branches of the people under the cup, the cup spit not rest.
The embroidered mountain palace lyrics (Li Dong's work)
Spring is late, the grass is green, the wild begonias are in full bloom, the fragrance of jade.
The Crane Hair Weng in front of Xiuling Palace is still singing the song of peace in Kaiyuan.
Sending a friend to Shangdu (by Fa Zhen)
Wang Paixian and Chu guests are rare, and the apes cry to send each other back to Wuling.
The tide looks into the peach blossom, a piece of spring sail with rain flying.
Rock embedded in green jade (Yang Qikun works)
Tian Sun was relegated to the world of green, mist temples and wind maid according to the grass and trees.
Han Wu (Yang Yi's work)
The road to Penglai and Yinque is long, and it is difficult to get to the weak water and return to the wind.
The light of the Bamboo Palace is a nightly ritual, and the golden palms of the dew are a morning meal.
They are the ones who are looking for the dragon's seed in Qinghai, and the ones who are dying to eat the horse's liver in Wencheng.
Mr. Zhang's teeth are made up of shells, so he can't bear to ask for help.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a big head, and I've never seen a man with a big heart.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
The first two songs (Yang Yi's works)
The winds of the Nine Strides were so bleak that the silver cups were brought along with the horses and the carts.
It is also known that it is not a firm jade, but it can bloom in a moment.
The sun is warm in front of the stage, you must love, under the ice cold fish gradually can fork.
Poem on the inkstone of Hanxing (Yang Yi's work)
The purple pool is full of mysterious clouds, cataracting the star in the pool.
The moon on the pool is the only one, hanging upside down on the purple green screen.
Watching (Huang Tingjian's work)
Career is like my hut, people in the green mountains near and far.
The spring sound wind shaking pale jade pendant, the moon high clouds inserted crystal comb.
Second rhyme Wang Dingguo Yangzhou see send (Huang Tingjian works)
Qingluo Si Jun day and night flow, the north return to the day piece of sail collection?
It's a good idea to drink the wine before you have white hair, but it's a good idea to go up to the green clouds.
The snow is a popular fish, and the pearl is the head of a chicken.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who was so happy to be here, and I'm sure he'll be happy to be here, too.
Three days of wind and rain at the mouth of the pool (Huang Tingjian's work)
Three days of wind and rain in a lonely city, and the people in the small town only have vegetables.
The water is far away, the mountains are long, and the jade belongs to both, the body is idle and the heart is bitter, a spring tantalum.
Wong from the evening house to collect nets, I fit in the abyss do not envy fish.
They have been in the same place for a long time, and they have been in the same place for a long time, and they have been in the same place for a long time.
The Yellow Crane Tower (by Fan Chengda)
Who will make the jade flute in the mid-autumn? The yellow crane flies to recognize the old traveler.
The trees of Han have feelings across the northern islet, and the river of Shu has no words to embrace the southern building.
Candle sky lights three more market, shaking the moon flag ten thousand miles boat.
But laughed at the perch fishing hand, Wuchang fish good will be drowned.
Send Yuanmei (Li Panlong's work)
The moon is shining on the city of Jimen,
and the jade flute sings the song "Out of the Seaside".
You can't hear it from the guest,
Autumn wind blows down the small yellow river.
Three Songs of Miscellaneous Xing (Works of Bai Juyi)
The King of Wu was extravagant, and his clothes were full of wonders; he was lying in a jade tent, holding a carnelian cup; his crown was draped with bright-moon beads, and he had brought a rhinoceros to the sky; he acted in a reserved manner, and he wandered a few steps. The villain knows what he likes, and carries treasures in all directions; the wicked get to lend a hand, and from then on, the door of fortune opens. In the old days, the treasure of the country, rice and talent; now look at the king's eyes, regarded as dust and ashes. 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.
You Wujin Temple Poem 130 Rhymes (Bai Juyi's works)
Yuanhe nine years in the fall, the August moon on the string; I traveled to the Wujin Temple, the temple in the Yushun Mountain. The temple is located in Yushun Mountain. It is four or five miles away from Sanshan Mountain, and I heard the water gurgling first; since I left my car and horse, I started to wade through the Blue River Bay. Hands on the green bamboo cane, feet on the white stone beach; gradually strange ears and eyes open, do not hear the noise of the world. Looking down from the mountain, I suspected that it was unclimbable at first; who knows that there is a road, which leads to the rocky epileptic. A rest under the streamer, and then rest by the stone niche. Between the niches is more than ten feet long, the portal is not flat off; peep down and see no one, stone hair hanging like a maid. The white bats were startled out, and both of them flew like snow. Looking back at the temple, the green cliffs clamped Zhu Xuan; such as the Prime Mountain belly open, put the temple in the middle of it. Entrance without flat land, the ground is narrow and wide; room corridor and hall, high and low with the peaks.
Clouds of the past Gaya Ye Buddha, this place to sit in Nirvana; so far the iron bowl in, when the bottom of the handwriting through. West open jade statue hall, the white Buddha than shoulder; shake the dust coat, worship ice and snow face. Frost for the robe, through the hail for the Hua; forced to look at the suspected ghost work, its traces are not engraved.
The second time I went to the Hall of Goddess of Mercy, before I arrived, I heard the sandalwood; I went up the steps to take off my shoes, and converged my feet to ascend to the Yao Feast. The six pillars are lined with jade mirrors, the four seats are covered with gold inlays; black and white from the light, without waiting for the lamps and candles to ignite. All the treasures were low and high, and the coral streamers were made of blue; the wind was like heavenly music, and the sound of coral touched each other. White beads hanging dew condensation, red beads dripping blood Yin; embellished with Buddha's bun, together for the seven jewels of the crown. Double bottles of white glaze, color as cold as autumn water; see the relics across the bottle, rounded like a golden elixir. What is the jade flute? The flute was given by the celestials to the gods and goddesses of the earth; blowing it like the sound of an autumn crane could bring down the immortals. It was the middle of autumn, and the month of San May was round; the treasure hall was open to three doors, and the golden spirit was in front of it. The moon and the treasure were shooting at each other, and the crystal light competed for freshness and beauty; it made people's hearts and bones cold, and they didn't want to sleep after all night.
The East Cliff raises strange stones, accumulation of Cang Luang culm; warm and moist hair in the outside, between Susanna and coiled. Bianhe died for a long time, good jade more abandoned; or sometimes leaking color, night and the stars and moon even. The top of the highest peak, on the sky green jade pole; not on, can not I climb? There is a white lotus pond on the top, and the green color covers the clear water. Famous can not be reached, the place is not the world. There is also a stone, as big as a square foot brick; inserted in the half-wall, under which ten thousand feet hanging. There is a past master, sitting in the lifeless Zen; it is called the stone of determination, and the elders have been passed down from generation to generation.
West River Moon (Yang Yi's work)
Shining on the field is a shallow wave, across the sky is hidden layers of sky. I want to get drunk and sleep in the grass.
It's a pity that the wind and moon in a stream are so broken. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said.
Nian Nujiao Mid-Autumn (Yang Yi's work)
Looking out from the heights, I saw the sky, miles of clouds without a trace. The light of the osmanthus is so cold that it drenches the sky in autumn blue. The Jade Tower, riding a luan to and fro, people in the cool country. The mountains and rivers are like a picture, looking at the smoke trees all the time.
I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly, and raised my glass to invite the moon, and the shadows became three guests. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this! In the Crystal Palace, a flute was blown off.
Dot Jiang Lips (Li Qingzhao's work)
Cu strike swing, up lethargic whole delicate hand. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is light. Seeing someone come, socks row gold hairpin slip, and shy away. 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.
Fm radio (Zhu Yunming's work)
Wet Chu Pu, both carved and faceted. Jade liquid and agar jelly, and its wide joy. Nine strata of auspicious smoke merge together, and a thousand scents of the Rui Ri Sun are bright. I wish you ten thousand years of life, long drunken Phoenix.
Shui Long Yin Shaoxing Jia Zi Shang Yuan have Huai Jing Shi (Xiang Zi works)
Chinese lamps in the bright moonlight, Cherry strings and pipes in the spring wind road. Dragons like steeds, cars like flowing water, soft red into mist. By the side of the Tai Liquid Pond, in the palace of Pao Zhen, jade buildings and pearl trees. See Feiqiong partner, "Neizhang" misty, star back to the eyes, lotus micro-steps.
Laughing into the depths of colorful clouds, more meditative, a curtain of flowers and rain. The gold tin half fall, hairpin oblique fall, ride the luan return. Drunkenness is lost, dreaming of Pengdao, full of wind and dew. 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.
Man Jiang Hong (Yue Fei's work)
Looking at the Central Plains, outside the smoke, many cities and towns. In the past, the flowers covered the willow, the phoenix building and the dragon pavilion. The mountain in front of the pearl and emerald green around, Penghuodian in the music and song for. But now, the iron horsemen are all over the countryside, and the wind and dust are bad.
Soldiers in? 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 you'll be able to do that. 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 it all in one place. But the return, renewed Hanyang tour, riding a yellow crane.
Golden wrong knife line (Lu You's works)
Golden wrong knife white jade dress, night wear through the door out of the light. The husband's fifty years of work have not yet been established, and the sword is independent of the Eight Wastelands. I have made friends with all the strange men in the capital, and I am looking forward to meeting them in **** life and death. A thousand years ago, I lost my strategy and was ashamed to be nameless, but I have a piece of my heart to report to the Son of Heaven. You come from the army Tianhanbin, South Mountain dawn snow jade jagged. Woo-hoo! Chu although three households can be killed Qin, there is no hall China empty no one!
Qufu Chronicle (Li Dongyang works)
The world's clothes look up to the Sacred Gate, the return to help the customs of the original Dun. There is no nunnery on one side of the city, and there are children and grandchildren on the other side of the city. The ruins of the city have been deserted, and the ancient monuments are half extinguished. Who is going to continue the "Journey to the East" and return to the Chinese dynasty?
Aria Narcissus Hairpin (Xu Wei's work)
Somehow, there is a flavor of Chen Miaochang,
and there is no fragrance of fireworks and social orchids.
It's hard to be like this when you're so busy with your work
Worrying about Lu Zigang in Suzhou.
On the seal (Zha Qichang's work)
Pulling out the wax and pinning down the gold and remembering the Hanzhang,
Elephant and rhinoceros, dish agate, gradually more and more open.
Afterward, the good deeds of the old man in the mountain farms,
Chiseling through the broken and seeking to rest Jixian Liang.
Shoushan (by Yang Qingchen)
The green is divided among the nine peaks, and the hibiscus is close to the sideburns.
The virtue of this mountain is the life of the Benevolent, and the shape of the stream is the mountain of Burgundy.
In fact, the sea and the sky are the right pair, but I am glad that the Qionghua stone is stubborn.
What is the best way to make a good tool, so as to avoid the axe and chisel to damage the weak face.
Shoushan Temple (Xie Zhaoxiang's work)
The thatched cottage across the stream seems to be the market place, and the three peaks outside the door are still solemn.
There is a monk in the abbot's room, and the base of the temple has become a field without a master.
The mountain is full of patterned stones, and the smoke of the precious seal is burnt like cold.
What is the year of the news of the cloth and gold?
Touring Shoushan Mountain (Wei Jie's work)
Weighing up with the sky,
Who puts the name of the mountain in the word Shoushan?
There are thirty-six hibiscus,
and nine peaks in the west.
Traveling to Lingdong Rock via Shoushan Mountain (Works by Wei Jie)
The 100-mile search has not yet stopped, and the rugged stone dengs are the first to pass through.
The green mountain is named Shou, and the ancient cave is called Ling.
The stone chamber is a gorgeous sunset, and the jade is flowing out of Tianmin.
There is even more hibiscus in the front post, looking deep into the clouds.
The stamp (Wu Yulin's work)
The beautiful stones are widely searched, and the hibiscus of the nine peaks is picked.
The last name, Sao Tan, shines on the sea of literature.
Cutting jade like mud, my friend's spirit.
Gathering a dozen or so famous artists, the Jie Faqi color.
Four Songs of Sentiments (works by Ning Tiao Yuan)
Ten years ago, I was a heavy prisoner, but I also sang freedom by the European wind.
Repeating the nine feuds of the past, the three-foot sword is a symbol of the Golden Mansion.
This is what husbands want to do, and this is not the way to do it.
It is my wish that the blood will be sown ten thousand feet high, and the rain will not be able to stop pouring down on Shenzhou.
Liaodong (Jin Tianhe's work)
The strife is hard to solve the Jade Ring, an inch of the mountains and the river to touch the change.
The soldiers at the head of Jiliu Saitou arrived in the north, and it was difficult for the guests to return to the Dragonfly Island.
The chessboard is in motion, and the emperor is the most stubborn in the center of chaos.
The Liao Bo is fat, the people are competing for it, and there is no time to be idle in the war!
Lotus Leak Irony of the Pivotal Ministers (Mao Naiyong's work)
Lotus Leak urges the silver arrows, the Supreme Emperor to defend the Hall of Enlightenment at night.
The officials called out to the ministers on their way to the palace, and all of them were in their sables and furs.
They were all in a hurry to get to the courtyard, and the cats and herons were all in a different class, opening the pheasant fans.
The son of heaven is not sleeping at night, and all the ministers are giving the right to be with him.
But it's just a matter of time before we get there, so I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do anything about it.
Tomorrow we will meet again. 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.
It is fortunate that I have the book of Wojung in my pocket.
Twenty Scenes from the Diyuan Garden in the Supplementary Title of Yunlin Shuju Poetry Collection (Works by Ying Zai)
The strange rocks are stacked on top of each other, and the walls stand on a thousand crags.
Take off the dust with your clothes and let your eyes roam.
Smoke and rain dripping from the sky, jagged through the clouds.
Looking over the fence at the birds returning home, the forest is brightly lit at sunset.
The four walls of the house are open, so climb up to the top of the hill and realize the importance of this place.
The city is a place of refuge, a place where you can enjoy yourself outside of the smoke.
Leisurely garden lying in the green sky, small hidden pleasure the most;
Trees turn deep, thick shade around the green cover.
There are people who have nothing to do underneath, and they can enjoy the coolness of the world.
There are many people in the world who have no business being there, and who are happy to sit in Zen meditation, and who are happy to listen to the music of the pines.
There are fewer people who know about their interest, but they can still enjoy themselves.
The Song of Water is a song of good rivers and mountains (Zhang Hongzhao's work)
From the miner's office, the number of canons remember the Zhou official.
From the beginning, I asked the Yellow Emperor, what is the year of the beginning of the military armor?
The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in the form of an image of the Emperor, and I was able to see it in the form of an image of the Emperor, and I was able to see it in the form of an image of the Emperor.
And the use of the five natural materials ear,
and can not be biased.
The theory of salt and iron, the book of goods.
Tongling gold cave as such, full of old furnace smoke.
The vastness of the north and south of the river and lake, the red county of God's country for thousands of miles,
The final ancient spirit of the earth coiled.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
The Song of the Treasure Sword (excerpt) (Qiu Jin's work)
The Han family palace in the slanting sun, more than 5,000 years of the death of the ancient country. We have been sleeping for hundreds of years, and we don't know the shame of being a slave. I remember my ancestor's name is Xuan Yuan, the birthplace of the basis of the Kunlun; the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, the sword Huo Huo fixed the Central Plains. What can we do when we cry at Meishan? The Imperial City is buried in thorns and thistles. I have looked back to Beijing several times, and there are many tears in the sad song of the deceased country. The allied forces of eight countries went north and gave away my kingdom. The white ghosts came to the west as a warning bell, and the Han people were shocked to break the dream of the lackeys. My master gave me the Golden Sword, and I am proud to have it now. Red iron doctrine when today, millions of heads and other hair. Bathe in the sun and the moon a hundred treasures of light, light life seven feet why Ang Zang! I vow to seek a way out of death, and world peace depends on arms. I don't see Jing Ke as a guest of Qin, but I see the dagger at the end of the dagger; although I missed the blow in front of the temple, I have already snatched the spirit of the authoritarian devil king. I want to help the motherland with my hands, but the seed of slavery is spreading all over the land of Yu. What can I do if my heart is dead? I'm going to write this song, "The Sword Song".
The Lotus Man (Lu Xun's work)
The water lily is in the immortal countryside, and the wind is still blowing in the jasper countryside.
The shadow of the heron does not come in the fall, and the reed flowers are accompanied by the dew.
Sweeping away the putty and powder to present the bones of the wind, fading out of the red dress to learn the light dress.
To Lianxi, I'd like to call it a clean plant, but I don't want to fall into the cold pond with the leftover leaves.
The Four Rhymes of Flowers (Lu Xun's works)
The play of mercy is always floating by the willows, and the golden house is not in the storage of Ajiao.
The rain is coming, and the wind is blowing.
It is not necessary to teach the flute in the sunset, and we will cross the boardwalk in the spring sunshine.
If you are afraid that the geese will return to the city in the new fall, you will be able to carry the wine in the orchid ship.
What I heard (Lu Xun's work)
The lanterns are shining on the banquet halls, and the girls are dressed up to serve the jade bottles.
Suddenly, I remembered the scorched earth of my new love, and pretended to look at the socks to hide the cry marks.
The Student and the Jade Buddha (Lu Xun's work)
The Lonely and Empty City is in a hurry to move the antiques.
The leader boasts a big mouth, the face relies on the center.
What is the disturbance? The only thing you can do is to run away and feel sorry for yourself.
The Jade Buddha is not worth a penny.
Mourning Ding Jun (Lu Xun's work)
The night air is like a rock pressing down on a heavy building, and the spring wind of the cut willow guides the nine autumns.
Yao Se condenses the dust to clear the grudges, the poor no daughter to shine high hill.
Mourning Ding Jun (Lu Xun's work)
Like a rocky night air presses down on a heavy building, cuts the willow and leads the spring wind to nine autumns.
Yao Se condenses the dust to clear the grudges, and the poor girl has no daughter to shine on the high hill.
Two Songs for a Gift (Lu Xun's works)
The Qin girl was very calm in her jade zither, and the night wind was light.
The sound of the icy strings was cut off in a moment, but the sound of the running stars was strong.
Taking a ride around Gulangyu Island (by Xie Juoya)
Spring wind, a barge around the Pearl, fog as hairpin and sideburns, waves as a pedestal.
The pavilions are different from each other and the flowers are sprouting, so visitors are no longer envious of the immortal residence.
The inscription Helan inkstone (Dong Biwu works)
Color like the end of the stone slightly deep purple, grain like Venus as muscle.
With the four treasures in the study room, grinding but not phosphorous is appropriate.
Gift to Mr. Fan Ting (Lin Boqu's work)
It is a poem to thank Mr. Fan Ting for his care during his illness.
Every time I think of the old rains, I'm scared, and I'm happy to meet Mr. Fanting in the northwestern part of the country.
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.
Once in a while, I'll be able to show you what I'm talking about, and I'll be able to tell you what I'm talking about.
The recovery of the river and mountains of my peers, long left the liver and guts to shine in the garden mausoleum.
The Giza Pyramids (by Guo Moruo)
The pyramids are three in number, and their majesty compels the four directions.
The human lions are frightened of Yueyue, the king's temple remembers Tangtang.
The boulder weighs a thousand pounds, the ark is ten feet long.
The laborers believe in the sacred, the miracle is unparalleled.
Visiting Jiulongyuan Waterfalls: Eight Poems (by Guo Moruo)
The red leaves are at the right time, so put your pen to paper and write a poem.
Poetry to the beauty of King Kong, people come to the Jade Maiden low.
The foot is on the ridge of the flying phoenix, and the palm touches the brow of the World Honored One.
The water is clearer than jade, and there are no peaks or trees that are not strange.
At the Cold Xia (by Guo Moruo)
After the rain, the pines become more verdant, and the peaks line up in a painted screen.
The warm soup melts the warm jade, and the white stone is brilliant with cold stars.
The crescent moon spits out from the center of the sky, and the clear clouds cross the peaks.
It is a great honor to be able to listen to all the music that is coming from the distance.
Baotu (Guo Moruo's works)
The first of the world's sincere, the world's Panacea three thousand?
The underground water, the formation of Baotu.
Lingbi Ancient Jade (Guo Moruo works)
After the hijacking of the Zhaoguan quiet, know that the most spirit of the Bik.
Majestic talent push Wuzi, digging the tomb to comfort the loyal soul.
Finding Treasure and Prospecting (Works by Guo Moruo)
Carrying instruments and traveling clothes.
The head is covered with smoke and clouds, and the feet are covered with frost.
Whenever there is a mountain, open up a path; when there is water, build a bridge.
In and out of the thorns and thistles, and in and out of the wilderness.
Drinking dew to quench their thirst, eating wind to satiate their stomachs.
Mindful of the end of human life, remembering the boundlessness of the cause.
Reading Marx and Lenin, getting food; suppressing evil waves, fighting tigers and wolves;
learning science, fighting Xuanhuang.
Find treasures for the people, and strive for glory for the country.
Basic methods, geological surveying;
Material exploration and chemical exploration, tracing deep mines;
Pit exploration and drilling, verifying anomalies;
Remote sensing and telemetry, pointing out the direction.
The Earth's Phenomenal Mansions (by Guo Moruo)
The sky is full of beautiful qi, and the earth is full of phenomena.
The mountains and rivers are strong, and the hearts of the people are long.
Take advantage of the time to explore the ore bag, the enemy to fight the dragon light.
The world is in trouble, the country is in danger.
The Yinghuan is far away, but the gold and jade are brilliant.
A hundred generations of fields have been busy with field drains.
The river is free of dirt, and the people are happy and healthy.
Science is the key to the present and the past, and the starry sky can be explored.
Second Rhyme for Wang Dingguo's Yangzhou Message
Qingluo is thinking of you day and night, when will the sails return to the north?
The white hair is not yet white enough to drink, but the green clouds are on the way up to Zuozhou.
The snow is a popular fish, and the pearl is the head of a chicken.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who was so happy to be here, and I'm sure he'll be happy to be here, too.
The wind and rain at the mouth of the pool stayed for three days
The wind and rain blew for three days in the lonely city, and the people in the small town only had vegetables.
The water is far away from the mountains and the mountains are long, and the body is idle and the heart is bitter.
Wong from the evening house to collect nets, I am suitable for the abyss do not envy fish.
They have been in the same place for a long time, and they have been in the same place for a long time, and they have been in the same place for a long time.
Blue River (Guo Moruo's work)
The eight scenic spots are all pathetic, but the blue river is especially exciting.
Huji's righteousness is over, and Shang Yin's love for the Jinsei string.
The Jade Plateau is burning the torch of Chu, and the emperor is escaping from the Stony Plateau to hang Yang Huan.
Cao Zhan has an amazing legacy, and he has been able to break through the red dust.
March in Dali (Guo Moruo's work)
March in the city competing for things gorgeous, Dancang marble like flowers.
The mountains of Dali are surrounded by green clouds, and the evening sunlight is drunk by the Wutubi Spring.
The Queen Mother of the West Offers Jade (by Guo Moruo)
The Jade of the State is from Kunshan, and the Bamboo of the West patrols the year.
The trace of the Queen Mother of the Central Plains, offering jade for peace.
The King of Jade (Works of Guo Moruo)
The King of Jade is called Jadeite.
The green color of the jade is the heartbeat of spring, and the ancient virtue of the jade is the heartbeat of the ancient virtue of the jade.
It is easy to recognize the flaws, but it is difficult to distinguish between man and ghost.
Perspective open the door son, Taoran gambling stone spirit.
Tongtian's treasure (Guo Moruo's work)
Cold night pale color, the stars flash twilight clouds.
Famous in Afghanistan, buried and martyred by the Incas.
Cave paintings are really difficult to paint, green gold must be with gold.
Life with this treasure, the soul to heaven?
West River Moon Nanyang Gem Society and Mr. Li Jinsong (Guo Moruo works)
Horses gallop in the wilderness, eagles spread their wings in the blue sky.
Wancheng aspirants bravely climbed the mountain, the Society of God emerged.
Precious jewels compete with each other, and scientific research is unrelenting.
The Peacock of Copper Pit (Works by Guo Moruo)
The Peacock of Copper Pit is born in a hundred and a thousand forms.
Children's defense and decoration, and the danger of pouring libation in the shrine.
The color of the paintings is beautiful, and the traveler loves the clear time.
Once the years are gone, the heart of spring will be obsessed with dreams.