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The famous poem Shi'er

After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as in Jiuzhou.

Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices.

Xie Chichun

He joined the army in his prime, and once swallowed the remaining prisoners in anger.

The clouds are high and the smoke is rising at night.

With a red face and green temples, he is guarding the west with eagles and eagles.

Laughing at the Confucian crown will lead to mistakes.

The dream of fame is gone, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu.

A sad and sad song.

The mist is endless, where can I see Qinguan?

Lament that the passing years have become wasted.

Night Tour in the Palace

The snow is dawning and chaos arose.

Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown.

The cavalry has no reputation but is like water.

I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.

Sleeping in the cold light.

The sound leaks out and the moon tilts the window paper.

Since then, I have been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli.

Who knows that although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.

Magpie Bridge Immortal

A pole of wind and moon, a raincoat of mist, lives in the west of Diaotai.

Fish sellers are afraid of being near the city gate, but if they are willing to go there, they are deep in the world of mortals.

The tide is flowing, the tide is flat and the cable is tied, and the tide is falling and the song is returning.

At that time, people misunderstood Yan Guang, but I am the unknown fisherman.

Huanxi Sha? He Wujiuyun

Lazy to the Shatou drunk jade bottle.

I call you to admire the small window light.

Blowing the trumpet at sunset is the most emotional thing.

Busy days lead to more suffering and leisure days are less. New sorrows often arise after old ones.

A guest without a companion is afraid of traveling in a group.

Good things are coming soon? Climb to the top of Meixian Mountain and look at the sea

Waving your sleeves and climbing to the west peak, you will be so lonely that there is no ruler in the sky.

Leaning on a stick, facing the Whale Sea, I can count the smoke and sails.

Looking at the dancing blue luan in the clouds, the return journey is almost over.

Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentiveness and hospitality.

Autumn waves are beautiful? On the evening of July 16, I climbed up to the Happy Pavilion to look at Nanshan Mountain in Chang'an.

I mourned at the corner of the border town in autumn.

The beacon light shines on the high platform.

The sad songs are building, and the wine is high, and the excitement is leisurely.

A passionate person is like the moon in the south mountain, especially when the clouds open at dusk.

The smoke and willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.

Bean leaves turn yellow

Spring is often rainy and windy.

Spring is gone when the wind and rain clear.

Who cherishes the red dust?

Hate is hard to be poor.

Just like the decline of the old man in his lifetime.

Fisherman

The mist and rain of Xiang Lake grow green silk.

Slide the newly cooked wild rice onto a spoon.

After the clouds disperse, the moon tilts.

When the tide goes down, the boat is drunk and I don’t know.

Living in seclusion in early summer

The Weng family is placed in a scenic spot of lakes and mountains, where the wild paths are sloping in the shade of locust trees and willows.

When the water is full, you can sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.

The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.

Sighing, old people come and go, old friends die, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon.

〔Note〕箨龙 means bamboo shoots. Wooden pen, also known as Xinyi flower. Both are common in early summer.

Reading on a winter night shows Zi Yu (Part 3)

The ancients spared no efforts in learning, and their kung fu was only accomplished when they were young and old.

I only know that this matter needs to be carried out in detail.

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As soon as the rope dropped

The road was full of spinning silk and flying catkins, and the time was approaching. Who can talk about new sorrows at this time? There are hundreds of warbles and flowing orioles.

Looking down at the present and ancient world, where are the gods? Before the flowering, you must be judged drunk and helped back home. If the wine is not available, Liu Ling's tomb will be visited.

One drop of the rope

See through the falsehood of life and follow people's ridicule. This body is like a person who rides the tide, having passed through thousands of waves.

I’m glad I’m back in good health and have a pot of spring brew. The raindrops and smoke hats are next to Yuji. It should not be the title of a marquis.

A bunch of flowers

Standing in front of me, my soul is lost, and I still hate to be in the dark period. I have never been accustomed to shed tears of spring, and my clothes are filled with tears for the queen. That's even more so, when the flute is played in the pool hall, the green son is green and the shade is green.

The shadows on the cloister curtains vary from day to day, making it suitable for sleeping. Chaoyun Mengjuan knows where, Qian Shuangyan, talking and lovesickness. I have been sentenced from now on, and I am very haggard. I want to know this personally.

A cluster of flowers

The fairy Shu is unique in the sky, with jade-faced green moths. After reading Huang Ting, my heart is like water. I close the red door and feel sad close to the silk spring. The window is bright and clean. I am leisurely facing the Tang Dynasty post. The deep incense stick is incense.

There is no medicine in the world to keep the light flowing, and the wind and rain make it cool. When we meet, we talk about the old capital, sighing about the tribulation of dust and the vastness of life and death. How about accompanying me, green coops and green bamboo, fishing for Xiaoxiang in the evening of autumn.

Going to the West Tower (a happy meeting)

The green at the head of the river is dark and red, and the swallows are flying. Suddenly, I went to the place I was traveling and hated Yiyi.

Shedding tears and sighing about human affairs is contrary to one's heart. Fill the jade pot with flower dew to send you back in spring.

Great Sacred Music

The lightning turns to thunder, and I sigh for my floating life, forty-two years. Try to think about the past, nothingness is like a dream, full of joys and sorrows, together and dispersed like smoke. The sea of ??suffering is boundless, the river of love is bottomless, and wandering is like a leaky boat. Who can understand it? In the fire of impermanence, the body is strong with iron.

It will be Hua Dian in a moment. It is easy to tidy up the body and return to nature. Why should we pay attention to asking for land and houses? In life, we need officials, and in death, we need fame. Longevity and poverty alleviation, whether right or wrong, is an honor or a disgrace. The origin of this matter lies in heaven. From now on, let me go east, west, north, south, and become a flying fairy.

Peaceful times

The bamboo house is one foot deep and quiet. The chaotic red flies away and the green becomes overcast, and there are songbirds.

Before I left Lanting, I had nothing to do and started practicing piano by myself. The copper stove curls into the sea and sinks, washing away the dust.

Moon Begonia

The red gate of the abandoned garden is closed in the setting sun. Hanging on the rise and fall, in the tears of regret. A touch of palace plum blossoms, still, a little crispy and cut with water. In the place of sadness, I seem to recall the old events of Xuanhua.

Pedestrians feel a sense of desolation. Who can send the fragrance thousands of miles away? Standing in Jianggao, it is rare to see Yao and return to Longtou. The sound and dust are far away, and the dangerous building in Chutian leans alone.

Yuehaitang

Lanfang embroidery households are tired of getting sick. Sighing in spring, I woke up when I was bored. The swallow returned empty-handed, and there were several messages sent to the borders of Yuguan. In the sad place, the group nest is displayed alone.

The fumigation cage is quiet and the smoke is cold. The tears are deep and I look at the shadows of flowers. How can he be restrained by the lingering fragrance? He is alone in the cold pillow. At dawn at the west window, there are a few sounds of silver bottles and jade wells.

The moon shines on the pear blossoms

The Jijing scenery is soft and the misty river is rising in spring. There is no one in Xiaohe, and the embroidered curtain is half up. The sisters outside the flower called each other and made an appointment with Ai Pu.

Xiu Mo forgot the pattern of Zhang Tai, and thought about it carefully, which made him feel more melancholy. The jade on the chest and arms is reduced, and I want to find Pisces, and write a letter.

The moon shines on the pear blossoms

The boredom has taken its toll, and there are many illnesses. Several curves screen the mountain, accompanying people to the tranquility of the day. Liang Yan urged her to get up and change the fumigation cage.

When will the new sorrows and old hatreds be gone? The green temples will gradually wither, and the light rain will tell the flowers. Where to send the fragrant note? The embroidered pavilion is in the shade of the willow.

Magnolia

I have been living on Bashan Road for three years, my green clothes are all worn out and my hat is covered with dust. The body is like a cloud crossing the west coast, and the sorrow reaches the grass in Qutang Pass.

Spring plate and spring wine are good every year, but trying to wear silver flags will make you drunk. Nowadays, everyone is one year old. I am not the oldest person in the world.

Magnolia Flower Slowly

Reading the dreamland of Handan, sighing at the green temples and early frost. Burning elixirs in Naihua Mountain and watching cranes in Qingxi, I still lose my original intention. Over the years, in the troubled times, I have learned the secret of truth and interpretation, which is extremely profound. Raise nine buns of golden twigs and plant them into thousands of groves of wonderful trees.

The star altar is learning to walk at night and chanting in vain. The cold dew penetrates the Yao hairpin. The green phoenix is ??draped in the clouds, the blue luan traces the moon, and the palace is deserted. After reading Langhan's letter, I became a close friend of Emperor Juntian. But the passing pot is roaring proudly, and the years are passing by in the world.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou

Jiangzuo is the most famous place in terms of shape, most notably ancient Xuzhou. The mountains are picturesque, and the beautiful places are surrounded by dangerous buildings. The drums and horns are solemn and majestic in the wind, the beacon fire is extinguished in the sky, and the past is remembered by Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, the sun is shining brightly, and thousands of stoves are home.

The dew touches the grass, the wind falls on the trees, and autumn comes with age. Let the king be free, talk and laugh, and wash away the sorrows of the past and present. Not being able to visit Xiangyang has wiped out countless tourists, and it is hard to let go of the regret. The uncle has been alone for a thousand years, and his name is as famous as the Han River.

The Water Dragon Sings

Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, I can sigh and feel completely relieved. Dressed in clothes, the drunkards are scattered, and the beauty is far away. This year, there is miasma and heavy rain, by the Yelang River. I was leaning against the building, playing the flute, looking in the mirror by the window, crying and being frightened every now and then.

The flowers fall in the moonlit courtyard. Silent and heartbroken. Holding hands and holding hands, Zeng Xue painted Liang Qiyan at that time. Seeing and talking about the new arrival, the net is lingering in the dark dust, dancing clothes and singing fans. The material is also shy and haggard, walking carelessly along the fragrant paths, afraid of seeing the singing oriole.

The Song of the Water Dragon

Chasing the road on the Maha Pond, the red and green colors are mixed during the Spring Festival Gala. The time is beautiful, the begonias are drunk, and the peach blossoms are warm. It’s time to pick vegetables for the first time, the smoking ban is approaching, and there is a silk pipe in the city. See the golden saddles fighting for the road, the fragrant chariots flying over the covers, and the rush to occupy the new pavilions and pavilions first.

The melancholy years change secretly. Dark ecstasy, rain collects and clouds disperse. The mirror covers the moon, the hairpin beam dismantles the phoenix, and the Qinzheng slants the wild goose. At the end of the world, there are lonely mountains and fortresses, dangerous buildings flying around. There are only sighs of spring, poplar flowers and hatred, and the east wind is full.

Jade Butterfly

Wherever the tired guest travels in his life, he falls into Beijing and Luo and finds his way to Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang. The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side. Swallows are shy and orioles are jealous, butterflies are buzzing around and bees are busy.

Unforgettable. Fangzun frequently persuades, the steep cold has retreated, and the jade leakage is still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing. When he was about to return, Sikong asked with a smile. When he got closer, the prime minister was furious. Heartbroken. If you give me a favor as a gift, why not mount your horse?

Sheng Chazi

To repay the kindness of the mountain lotus, let’s talk about helping the plow hand. The newly formed Xiao Mao Ci just occupies the mouth of Qingjiang River.

The wind and dust do not change clothes, but the neighbors often hold wine. It's like when an official travels, all the willows in the pavilion will be broken.

Birth of Chazi

The swallows nest in the sky, and the courtyard is quiet and the doves urge the rain. The fragrant fragrance moistens the court clothes, and the guests chat about the dust.

Thousands of strands of silk on the temples are not spun by Wu silkworms. The lonely dream spreads across Xiaoxiang, and the moon falls and I hear the soft oars.

Good things are coming soon

I hang out in the world and paint silver candles on the building every night. Who sees Wuyun Danzao, raising yellow buds and first ripening?

The spring breeze returns to the Purple Emperor's tour, and the East China Sea feasts on Yang Valley. Come in and give me the gift of green peach blossoms and a thousand dendrobiums of jade dust.

Good things are coming soon

The wild goose has not yet returned home, the heart is broken, and the treasure zither is scattered. It's even more cold and weak, like an old friend's unkindness.

Miasma clouds and wild rain make the city dark and lonely, at the corner of Chushan Mountain. If I bother to ask about Jiannan's news, I'm afraid it will be like a sparse question.

Good things are coming soon

When the boat returns from Fenkou, flowers are scattered on the island at dusk. The white apples and red polygons on both sides of the strait reflect the fresh green.

Wherever there is Gusi, it is home, and water chestnuts and glutinous rice are enough at all times. Tomorrow I will ride the wind again and travel south and north of the Yangtze River.

Good things are coming soon

I feel tired and sleepy, and the sun is slanting for a few days. To drive away a hundred thousand Sand Demons, there are two dragons and Cang Bi.

Young people should not laugh at the aging of old people, but the flavor remains the same as before. Standing in the depths of the frozen clouds, I explore the news of Ximei.

Good things are coming soon

The wind is dew and the sky is cold, and we are serving a banquet in Yuhua Palace. I went to the Purple Emperor Incense Case in person and saw Jin Zhi Qianye.

The fairy dew in the green pot has just brewed, and its fragrance is unique. After being drunk, I rode a red phoenix to watch the spring scenery of Penglai.

Good things are coming soon

Waving my sleeves and going up to the west peak, I will go to the sky without feet. Leaning on a stick, facing the whale sea, I can count the smoke and sails.

Looking at the dancing blue luan in the clouds, the return journey is almost over. Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentiveness and hospitality.

Good things come soon

Find a destined person and share the elixir from the jade pot. Who looks deep into the dust of the city and recognizes the lonely crane in the distant sky.

In the middle of the month, Ba Ling plays the flute and Tiao Hua goes to the appointment. There is no limit to the ruin and prosperity of the past and present. I sigh that the mountains and rivers are like yesterday.

Good things are coming soon

When I leave Qinguan on Pingdan, I see two deer driving in the snow. I would like to ask you how you are going on this trip, and enjoy the beautiful Yi Xiuzhu.

Amidst the ashes of the Han family’s palace, the spring grass turns green several times. You see how things have changed, with honor and disgrace one after another.

Good things are coming soon

At the dawn of autumn, I climb the Lotus Peak and lean against the green wall of the sky. Whoever keeps company with Fang Weng will have a light policy in the Temple of Heaven.

Suddenly the red dragon flew, and the mountains were black during the thunderstorm. Talking and laughing make for a prosperous life, and laughter and meditation bring happiness to the people.

Good things are coming soon

Travelers are thinking hard about returning home, and their worries are like thousands of threads in a cocoon. In the dream, the mirror lake is misty and rainy, and the mountains are countless.

The youthful madness in front of you is gone, and you are sending love words carelessly. Flowers fall and swallows fly in the courtyard, sighing that time is like this.

Good things are coming soon

After thousands of years of beauty, who will remember the lonely crane riding the clouds?

Looking back at the places I once visited, there are mountains, rivers and cities.

The world is full of cars and horses, and the dust is dirty. Let’s visit Gexian Danjing and watch the rock flowers bloom and fall.

Like Meng Ling

Standing alone on the small mountain peak, green mist is flying around you. I'm just afraid to learn to practice clouds and create a spring dawn on the balcony. Spring dawn, spring dawn, the courtyard is full of green poplars and fragrant grass.

Mr. An

The society started in a stormy time. There is a hint of spring in Zigui's voice. The most ruthless thing is that everything is scattered and there is only one rose. What's more, I am haggard and haggard under the quiet window this year. People are all strange, poetry and wine are worthless. Read the scriptures toward the medicine stove and forget about the orioles, windows and willows.

Everything is settled. The traces of powder are still on Xiang Luopa. Hating the moon and worrying about the flowers, fighting for faith in the Tao, that’s all for now. Recalling his previous life, he met Zhang Taima. Because it comes by itself, it is forbidden to be afraid of the heart. Even if we sing and drink together, we still talk about the old Kyoto dialect.

Xinghuatian

Old people come and go in a hurry. They were dancing and singing wildly. Once you get the gold cup, you will stop complaining. Watching spring and dusk.

Who is Qian and tied with wicker. Don't leave or urge me to go away. Can Hong was nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye. All belong to the hive swallow households.

Qinyuan Spring

The pink plum blossoms are broken, the green flowers are blooming, and the feeling of spring is deep. Gradually the bead curtain is rolled down, the branches are slightly stepped, the ice is open and the carps are leaping, and the forest is warm and the songbirds are singing. The lychees are scattered, the bamboo branches are sad, and the turbid wine is poured out with tears. I have been leaning on the railing for a long time, sighing at the slowness of the mountains and rivers and the passing of time.

How could I have imagined it now? Nothing can be accomplished and the frost invades the temples. Look at the old friend, the sand bank is yellow, the fish is hanging with jade, and the mink reflects the golden color of the cicada. Although Xu's country is strong, it has no road to the sky and is desolate for thousands of miles. Who can send a message? In the east wind, there are smoke and willows from Baqiao, which tell me where I want to go.

Qinyuan Spring

Farewell to the Qin Tower, and in the blink of an eye, the New Year is coming, and the lights are coming again. I recall the graceful smile, the slender and gentle grip, the fragrance of jade and the language of flowers, and the warmth and crispness of the snow. I feel sad when I think about it far away, and I miss spring sickness, and I blame myself for never doing so in my life. Do you know that the fragrance gradually disappears from the Shu brocade, and the tears stain Wu Ling?

It is difficult to find a long rope to tie the sun. The tired guest has lost his old friends. But wild geese are rising on the outskirts of the river, the fishing village is complaining about the flute, the cold fire is burning, and the solitary inkstone is producing ice. The water surrounds the mountain, the smoke is dim, and the clouds are miserable. Even if there is a high platform, it is often timid to climb it. In the place where the soul disappears, there is no fish paper and no blue dream.

Qinyuan Spring

The lone crane flies back to fly to the distant sky, replacing all its old ones. The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. I drank in the garden and looked for flowers in the alleys. I never neglected the spring that day. As time goes by, the waistband and belt are left, and the hair on the temples is refreshed.

Make friends. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health. I have good tea and delicious food. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding all dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor?

Yellow bean leaves

The willow waist in the spring breeze upstairs, the first try on the gold-threaded clothes in front of the flowers. Niao Niao Ping Ping is not self-sufficient. It's too late to put on makeup in the morning, and my eyebrows are painted better than in the old days.

Yellow bean leaves

Spring is often full of rain and wind, but when the wind and rain clear up, the spring is gone. Who cares about the thousands of grains of mud and sand? Hating poverty is like being in decline.

Red Cliff Ci

The clock dawns at the forbidden gate, recalling the king's coming to court, the first flight of the luan swan. In the middle of the West Palace, there is a single step, facing the Golden Lotus Palace. The crouching embroidered chin, the fairy flower belt, makes you soar quickly. Life is unpredictable, one person belongs to the other.

Looking back at the Purple Road and the Green Gate, the leisure courtyard of the West Lake, thousands of bamboo shoots are sold. The crow roosting on the plain wall should be fine, but the residual dream cannot be repeated. The years are frightening. I look at my fame in the mirror. There is not much green on my short temples. After a happy break, I will be drunk with you.

Night Tour in the Palace

After the banquet, the bead curtain was half rolled up. Outside the painted eaves, the scent of wax spreads. The sound of green mist is falling. Leaning on the incense shoulder, looking at the atrium, the shadows of flowers are chaotic.

Wan is the Gaotang Pavilion. The bamboo sticks and musk smoke are warm at first. Why is the bright moon full every night? Support Fangrou, hate this year, the cold is still shallow.

Night Tour in the Palace

The snow is dawning and chaos arose. Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown. The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.

Sleeping in the cold light. The sound leakage is cut off and the window paper is tilted. Since then, he has been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.

Night Tour in the Palace

The cold night invades the green quilt. Naiyoumeng, no return. I want to write new sorrows and tears splash on the paper. Recalling Cheng En, sighing for the rest of my life, so far.

Su Su lantern flower pendant. I asked him what he wanted to report to me at this time. The door is thousands of miles away. The heart that hates the king is like a dangerous fence, and it is difficult to lean on it for a long time.

Set the storm

The hats are lowered and the whips are lowered to see the guests back, and the water on the small bridge is a branch of plum. I don't even remember my illness when it comes to spring. Who knows, but the fragrance drives people away.

I have a lot of time to drink, hold hands, and look very happy with you. The young and strong looks have snow on their temples from now on, because of this, the fleeting years have been driven by anger and hatred.

Picking mulberry seeds

Baochai spent the night upstairs putting on makeup and combing, and was too lazy to get on the swing. I am poking around the heavy smoke, my golden robe is wide and my bun is partial to the side.

It has been many years since Linhong sent letters from Liaodong. Before playing the tears, I feel sorrow in the spring breeze.

Picking mulberry seeds

At the foot of Sanshan Mountain, the idle lay people wear their clothes and shoes in a desolate manner. I was drunk and sleeping, and the wind caused the flowers to fly and fall on the fishing boat.

Partridge Sky

There is only one golden plate left in the combing hair, and the thrush has two moths in the mirror. Wherever there is no spring in the world, only the Yi family has more.

At the slightest step, Naijiaohe is beautiful, and the spring shirt is first changed into quchenluo. The fighting grass in the east comes back late, forgetting the new song of the night.

Partridge Sky

The world of mortals has been turned upside down, and I want to seek the blue sky on the flat ground. Xin Lai has a different career path and can buy out Yan Bo without any money.

In the wine market, I pick up water chestnut boats and sleep drunkenly listening to the wind and rain. I'm so ridiculous, Mr. Sanshan, for being forty years late.

Partridge Sky

I am too lazy to learn how to grow melons from Qingmen, and I only spend my years fishing. Double pairs of new swallows fly on the spring shore, and light gulls fall on the evening sand.

The song is ethereal, the oar is dumb, the wine is like dew, and the wine is like flowers. When someone asked me where I was going, I smiled and pointed out that this was my home.

Partridge Sky

Living in the mist and falling light, Sihao’s worldly affairs are irrelevant. Pour out the remaining jade and walk through the bamboo, roll it up and lie down in the yellow pavilion to look at the mountain.

If you are greedy and arrogant, you may as well show off your beauty wherever you go. Yuan Zhi's creation has a different heart, but he is old and heroic.

Love Embroidered Quilt

The rain has stopped and the western mountains are illuminated at night, no one is there, and the dream is startling. It has been said for a long time, but now, it really works.

The distant mountains have been painted without intention, and the small buildings are empty and covered with embroidered screens. You are crying early, so be careful, while Liu Lang and your temples are still young.

Fisherman

It is raining and misty in Shifan Mountain, and the three fans are fragrant and green. The apple leaves are green and the polygonum flowers are red. Looking back on fame is like a dream.

Fisherman

The clear mountains are dripping with green water, and the blue water is moving, and fishing boats gather and disperse two and three times. Hengdai is in the north and Broken Bridge is in the south. The canopy of the boat is raised sideways to serve as a sail.

Fisherman

Mirror Lake overlooks two blue skies, and there are thousands of glass boats with one leaf. Dance with a stick, sleep on a coir, instead of being a fairy, be a narcissus.

Fisherman

In the misty rain of Xiang Lake, water shield silk grows, and the fresh wild rice cooks on the spoon. After the clouds dispersed and the moon slanted, the tide ebbed and the boat was so drunk that I didn't know it.

The Fisherman

Chang'an pays homage to several ministers, but the Fisherman sleeps and is drunk. The smoke boat is small, the fishing boat is fishy, ??and the Meishan Mountain is a little green in the distance.

The Fisherman's Pride

Looking eastward to where the mountain is, the distance is 13,000 miles. The letters written home are so empty that the paper is full. Shedding tears, the book will be returned next year.

A message to the red bridge under the water, when will the boat find its brothers? Traveling all over the world is really old. Worried and sleepless, there are a few wisps of tea smoke on the temples.

Qi Tianle

On Guanshan Road in the evening with the broken bell in the corner, pedestrians glance at Gudian. The moon gathers dust and whips silk hat shadows, often taking away the fleeting years. Hidden crows and willows are dark. I sigh at the lightness of the orioles, and I am tired of writing and sword. The past is related to love, quietly stirring up strong thoughts.

Who is alone and forcibly sent? There is a lot of wine in the market. How can I be sad when the wine is too thin? Relying on Seyan's poems and finely tuned pencils, the writing is tender and fragrant. I hate myself on the journey. The smoke is thickening and the rain is sparse. It's the best time to sleep, with a cold pillow and a half-closed door.

Qi Tianle

Guests are here to relax and find Longxiu of Xiaotai. The roads are covered with spring mud, the mountains are blooming with green mist, and the fun remains the same year after year. Heavenly craftsmanship. Put light green Xuanya, light yellow willow. He smiled and asked Dongjun if he could dye his hair on his hair.

Xizhou urges you to go near. The brim of the hat is soft in the wind, let's watch the market selling wine. The Ba song is reverberating, and the pipe is desolate. Why not play it frequently with guests? Zhengchen's dark sleeves. The plum blossoms are forbidden, and the companions are sparse and thin. After returning eastward for a few days, the painting boat lay flat.

Dielianhua

Jingu Road, Orchid Pavilion, Yumiao. A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake. The parrot's cup is so deep that you don't complain. He knows where he is when you meet him.

The passing years cannot be retained. The beauty in the mirror will eventually fade away. Ding Ningjun remembers that gods must be made by idle people.

Dielianhua

The sound of flute on the road is close to the cold food. When the rain passes through the garden, the flowers are fragrant and fragrant. Thousands of miles away, the setting sun seems to be dimming, and I can see the letter from the south tower by looking high.

A brief journey to the ends of the earth.

In the past thirty years, there has been no trace of regret. If there is love in the sky, I would like to ask in the end, and I will endure the frost on my temples.

Dielianhua

Tung leaves float in the morning and crickets whisper at night. Traveling thinking about the autumn light, darkening the road to Chang'an. Suddenly I remember the place where the horses and horses were fighting, and the pass and the clear Wei should be as before.

The boat on the river and sea is now ready. A book of war, sighing and having no one to pay for it. I had long since believed that I would never meet him in this life, and I regretted it all the year round.

Butterfly Love Flower

The water is flowing with roots and wind-curled catkins. A beautiful smile, a delicate frown, and the patience to remember the flattery. Only dream souls can meet again, but it is a pity that dreams cannot be made by people.

Where does the dream go from there? Wearing short hats and light shirts, walking on Meizhou Road every night. I am not afraid of the silver vat deep in the embroidered house, I am only worried that the wind will break the blue cloth.

Drunk and desolate

Drunkards in the rivers and lakes throw cups and dance with black ribbons. In the middle of the night, the cold green leaves wet my clothes. The curling Ling song urges half of the moon to fall.

I stopped looking for the empty flowers in my dream yesterday, and all the clouds and towers are gone. Leisure is rare in Yuan Lai. Fame in history, but God has no intention of cherishing it.

Reminiscing about Qin E

Jade flowers and golden bridles are heard in the evening streets. The sound was loud, I was idly wearing my black hat, and then passed the east of the city.

Fuchun Lane is full of flowers, and a lot of money is spent on wine to repay the spring breeze. Rewarding the spring breeze, surrounded by music and singing, among the brocades.

Linjiang Fairy

The dove rain has turned the new green, and the swallow mud has collected all the remaining red. Spring is still with beauty. On the empty heart, the separation is hasty.

It is easy to write true feelings, but it is difficult to write sentences of resentment. The water flows and the clouds disperse to the west and east. The moon in the half-corridor garden, the wind on the willow bridge.

Xie Chichun

He joined the army in his prime, and once swallowed the remaining prisoners in anger. The clouds are high and the wolf beacon is raised at night. With a red face and green temples, he supports the carvings and garrison in the west. Laughing at the Confucian crown will lead to many mistakes.

The dream of fame is gone, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu. A sad song and a sad tribute to the past. The mist is endless, where can I see Qinguan? Sigh that the passing years have become wasted.

Xie Chichun

By the lakeside of Hejian, I was just letting the old man return home. Small garden, always drunk. I wake up from my spring sleep and listen to the singing of orioles to remind me of dawn. Sighing on fame is ridiculous.

Zhuqiao Green Path, Beijing dust is not allowed to fly. Hang up your court clothes and return east too early. The wind and rain lasted all night, and the leaves were as red as a sweep. I hate the bottle in front of the bottle, and send spring to the old man.

Xie Chichun

The decline of a man in his seventies does not diminish his heroic spirit. Like Tianshan, desolate and sick. Bronze camel and thorns shed tears in the wind. Very sentimental and playful with others.

How lucky it is now to make a plan to return to the old river. The cranes are flying, the clear mist is warm and green. A jade pot of spring wine invites all the immortals to get drunk together. The sky is cold in the cave, and the peach blossoms have not yet bloomed.

Dian Jiangchun

Returning from collecting herbs, I look for new brews in Maodiangu alone. Thousands of mountains are covered with mist at dusk, and fishermen can be heard singing everywhere.

If you get drunk in a boat, you are not afraid of the waves in the sky. On the rivers and lakes, hide and relax, just like an idle person.

Su Wuman

The sky is misty and misty, the light clouds are clear and moist, and the fine dust on the road is still at first. Horses are tied to flat bridges, boats are moved from painting pavilions, and the lake is as empty as a mirror. The flying flowers on the shore and the new swallows beside the eaves are all like scholars who are uncertain. Sighing that the military tents have been in service for many years, and the spring border fortifications have withered the temples.

How can we get news from old friends in the empty memory, Duquchitai, and Xinfeng Geguan? It is easy to be restrained, and there are not many wives. Talking about the world is idle for a long time. There is only a pen bed, a tea stove, and a bamboo shoots and smoke boat. When the green lotus covers the shore and the red lotus floats on the water, it becomes more peaceful.

Sudden Mountain Stream

Yuan Rong took ten rides and left the Gaotang Pavilion. Returning to the old journey, who else can fly to the sky together? The water falls in Qutang, but the waves of tears are deep, the drums are piled up, the rafters are raised, and it is difficult to block the Yangtze River.

Spring is deep, the bricks of the red sun palace are warm, no matter where you look at the sound and dust, your soul is gloomy, and you can fly across the city. We are accustomed to seeing each other, and we dare not hate each other. Outside Meiyi Station, by the Polygonum Beach, I just want to read books.

Sudden Mountain Stream

The lonely mountain and the lonely barrier are broken at the end of spring and at the beginning of spring. Loneliness covers the empty space, I am such a boring person. Xiaotai Longxiu is surrounded by cloud mountains, facing Qianlai, and shaded by long pine trees. You can sit on the Hu bed leisurely.

After three cups of drunkenness, I didn’t realize that my gauze had fallen off, I drew my horn to call people back, I spent the night in Luomei Village and Lanyu. As the city gate approaches, prostitutes' clothes are red, and there are idle lights outside the official post and in front of the wine bar.

Partridge Sky

I am too lazy to learn how to grow melons from Qingmen, and I only spend my years fishing. Double pairs of new swallows fly on the spring shore, and light gulls fall on the evening sand.

The song is misty, the oar is dumb, the wine is like dew, and the wine is like flowers. When someone asked me where I was going, I smiled and pointed out that this was my home.

Huansha Stream

After bathing in the second Huaqing soup, the red cotton powder and jade skin will cool down. Pingting tries on lotus root silk clothes for the first time.

The phoenix ruler is cut into scarlet color, and the chimney box is infused with the scent of musk navel. Holding a glass of Xia Xia in a secluded place in the water pavilion.

On an autumn night, I feel the dawn as I step out of the fence to welcome the cool air.

Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.

The remaining people shed tears in the dust and look south to see Wang Shi for another year.