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After the first day of the first month, it is a sleepless search for spring.
I know I'm still a loner and my opinions are too arrogant.
Look at the water instead of the road, climb high and look far.
Think about it before the night wind.
The official is humble and long, and the county is out without the city.
If you catch a cold before dawn, you will bear the disease in spring.
Branches are soft in the wind and vegetables are light in the soil.
What a nice magpie in the Woods. Today is full of joy.
Poetry and wine are linked together, and thinking about the DPRK is not poor.
Moss marks in the snow, Chun Zhu smoke.
In case of rain, the grass will ruin the flowers and lean against the wind.
Books are not a matter of fame and wealth, and few people love them.
The Lord is sealed in dust, which makes people feel high.
Sitting in front of the warm eaves, looking for the bottom of the tree.
The earth melts into villa color, and the ice defeats the pool.
I gradually feel that spring is drifting and sleeping soundly.
Stubbornness is no different, just adding a few years of routine.
The old calendar is hidden, and the new clothes are thin and fluffy.
The warm wind is muddy, and the sunny day is smooth.
No companion is sleepy, especially spring comes first.
Seeing that spring is not long enough makes me even more tired.
The flowers in the temple are clean and the water in the mountain is high.
The tender clouds are as light as floc, and the new grass is as fine as wool.
The poet believes that it should take a lot of time.
You are a small county magistrate, languishing for the New Year.
Distant thinking annoys poetry, and leisure attracts wine.
I like drinking in the flowers and sleeping on the grass.
Who will be more miserable if you are lazy today?
Spring is everywhere, and tourists are not rare.
Pour ice wine for the sun, watch movies and try on new clothes.
The tender trees grow longer and the quiet birds are flying.
Come and go together, and return to the night alone.
Looking into the spring scenery, spring scenery seems to cherish each other.
Wine awakens the warbler to crow, and poetry becomes a butterfly dance.
Pick flowers and show off your hands, and fold bamboo smoke all over the place.
Friends and relatives smile at each other, as crazy as teenagers.
Humble officials are not evil, and they are at ease.
Xiangyang wildflowers invade the road, and the spring skin water bridge.
Dust gives birth to warm colors, and herbs grow new seedlings.
I looked at it, but the smoke dispersed and the wind floated everywhere.
Attracted by spring, passing by does not look back.
Chewing flowers, books and bamboo powder stick to clothes.
Let Japanese orioles talk wildly and butterflies fly upside down in the wind.
Self-knowledge of laziness should also be sparse.
Xiao takes off the blue, and the idle governor smells it.
A bottle of spring wine has several hectares of wild flowers.
The pilgrims listened to admire, and the monk looked crazy.
If you don't send your servants, it will spoil the scenery.
Second, Yao He's other poems
Two songs on the poor side, the original new house (one by Wang Jian), Zhuang Juye's "Wild Journey", singing snow, and hosting guest Liu Yuanwai. Poetry of the same dynasty
Sangu's Family, Warm Dishes, Farewell to Xu Kan, Mourning Poems, Jia Dao's Tomb Inscription, Tiantai Temple Couplet, Song of Eternal Sorrow, Memory of Jiangnan, Spring Tour in Qiantang and Ode to Mujiang.
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