Shui Long Yin Title Ladle Spring

Why should Jiaxuan be poor? Let the pearls flow outside the eaves of the spring ②. Happy to know fate, who in ancient times would know how to hide and give up? When a person cannot bear to worry, he takes a ladle of joy and returns home virtuous. At that time, I once asked: What is the right thing to eat, vegetables and drink water? And when it comes to Fuyun Mountain, don’t rush to the foot of Flowing Mountain. The pale face reflects the shadow, so it should be scattered, and the light fur and fat horse are there. The frost around your teeth, your breast full of fragrant milk, please drink it. The laughter hangs on the tree in the wind, and the sound of the canal breaks into pieces. How can I be dumb?

Nian Nujiao, drinking in Laoquan, and Dongpo rhyme

If you come to Xuan Mian, what are the things in this and ancient times? In the old days, the city was thousands of miles away, but now the walls are strong and windy. He has a great reputation as a medicine cage and a life experience as a Jiulong, but it is a pity that his head is covered with snow. A great song, featuring three outstanding figures. Don't sigh that the yellow chrysanthemums are withering, but the solitary mark should be there, and there are plum blossoms competing to bloom. When I was drunk, I wiped my eyes again and looked to the west, but all I could see was that the light was gone. Everything depends on teaching, floating clouds come and go, it is in vain to rush to the crown and hair. Where is the old friend? Chang Geng should be accompanied by the waning moon.

Huanxisha Ren Zichun, went to Fujian Xian, farewell to Laoquan

Listen carefully to Du Yu's cry in Chunshan, each sound is a farewell poem. A white bird flies toward you. Zheng Zizhen was lying on the rock, and Tao Yuanliang was in the chrysanthemum period. Now I can recite "Beishan Yi".

Qin Yuan Chun comes back to the time of thinking and divination

As soon as water comes from the west, there will be a clear rainbow thousands of feet away and a green screen ten miles away. The old man likes the thatched cottage to be here again; the beautiful scenery of Xiechuan is worthy of Yuan Ming. The old crane flies high and stays on a branch, while the smiling snail walks around the house. It's settled, and I'll stay in a very good place, with a thatched pavilion. The green mountains are majestic and majestic, as if they were born for me and come back charmingly. Jie Pin taught flowers and birds to sing before and dance after; he also urged the clouds and water to see off and greet them in the evening. A man of wine, saints, and poets may have no power, but I am now in control of you. On the clear stream, I was laughed by the mountain spirit: white hair returns to farming.

Zhu Yingtai is near and drinking ladle spring with a guest. The guest asks about the sound of the spring and its quietness. I was too drunk to answer. Or use "the cicadas are noisy and the forest is quiet" instead, which is very beautiful. The next day I wrote this word as a compliment.

The water is criss-crossed, the mountains are far and near, and you can cover thousands of hectares with a stick. My old eyes are too shy to see the shadows of mountains under the water. Try to teach me that if the water moves and the mountains shake, my life will be ridiculous, just like this, the green mountains are uncertain. After drinking from a ladle, someone asked, "I love the flying spring, so I came here to find a place of stillness. How can I make a mirror of stillness when there is so much noise going around the house?" "I will return to my dormitory, Abbot Vimalakia, and I will ask you when the goddess is scattering the flowers."

Shuilongyin uses the word "some" to mention Laoquan. The song is about drinking guests, and the rhyme is so harmonious that all the guests are singing it.

Listen to Qing Pei Qiong Yao. The mirror is clearer. If you don't go here, the flow will be dizzy, swollen and greasy, and some grass will grow. Tigers and leopards are sweet to people. If they drink from you when they are thirsty, it would be better for them to drink from apes and zoans. The rivers and seas are so big that they overturn boats like mustard. You are helpless and the waves are more violent. The road is dangerous and the mountains are higher. It's boring to be alone. The winter trough is full of spring, come back and make some pine mash for me. The outside is fragrant, with dragons and phoenixes, and some boiled cloud paste. The ancients remembered the past, and the joy of sighing was more joyful.

The king of Lanling gave a hill and a ravine.

Every hill and ravine was occupied by me. On the thatch eaves, there are pines, laurel clouds, and veins of stone springs at the foot of the mountain. Thinking about the past mistakes, I killed the morning ape and the night crane in anger. In the end, people of Deng and Yu's generation sat in the Yellow Pavilion with beautiful maxia. Long song and deep drinking. Look at the broad sky with flying kites, the stillness of the abyss with the leaping of fish, and the westerly wind with the fragrant scent of yellow chrysanthemums. Sadly, the sun sets and the clouds gather, where is the beauty? The orchid knot is worn with a duruo knot. I had an appointment when I entered the river and the sea. When they meet, things are difficult to handle. Don't hit the chime in front of the door, people will pass by. He looked up to the sky and laughed, his crown hairpin falling off. There is no need to doubt whether it is to be said or not. Sages from ancient times are happy when they advance and when they retreat.

Yulou Chun plays Fu Yunshan

Who pushed the mountain in the middle of the night? There are floating clouds all around and I guess it’s you ②. There are often two or three peaks facing each other, and I can't find any place while walking all over the stream head. The west wind glanced at the clouds and suddenly saw a pillar in the southeast sky. The old monk clapped his hands and smiled and praised each other, and he was happy that the green mountain still lived there.

Note: It was painted at the turn of autumn and winter in the second year of Qingyuan (1196), when Jiaxuan had moved to his new home in Laoquan, Qianshan.

Shui Tiao Ge's first poem was for Ye Zhongqia at the banquet

Don't beat your face on a tall horse, for a thousand miles is difficult to measure. The long fish changes into clouds and rain, without causing any damage. Every ravine and every hill is my business, every fight and every stone is drunk, there are thousands of wind and moon scenes③. The hair must be made of a hedgehog, and the pen must be made of a sword with a long edge. I pity you, I am as crazy as Gu Changkang. The turban and feather fan are upside down, and they look like crazy in the bamboo forest. The way to Chengjiang is as good as practice, and I am ready to stop at the Yuntang Hall to buy Qiu Guang with thousands of poems. For whom is the complaint given? One hu of betel nut is stored.

Nian Nujiao and Zhao Guoxing Zhilu Yun

Crossing the stream to sell fine wine, it’s hard to find a secluded person. I even feel that the Yuanlong Tower is a hundred feet tall, and the lake and the sea are full of heroism.

I lament that in the past few years, looking at flowers and asking for sentences, I have always been unsatisfactory. The east wind returns, and the river is filled with pines and bamboos. How can one be like Zhuang Zhou in body, with butterflies in dreams, and the human world under flowers? Remember that at the end of March at the head of the river, wind and rain do not count for spring. Thousands of dendrobium flowers are on the head of a golden mink, but they are not worth the price of a silver vase. Don't make me laugh much, this article should be treated as "Guest Show".

Man Tingfang and Zhang Quan Zhao Changfu

The setting sun on the west slope, the flowing water of the East River, and the beauty of things are not left to others. A single leaf makes autumn known to the world. I am proud of the world and ask who is riding a crane in Yangzhou? You know that I have always been elegant and prosperous, and I am already in Cangzhou before I am old. There are endless external affairs, a hundred years can last a few years, and even a drunken life will stop. I hate my son Cao to the point of death, saying that I am worried. What's more, there are rivers and mountains with a stick, and Ruan Ji is my generation. I need to come and visit. It's still laughable, the mind is awake early, and there are frightened gulls on the sea.

Yong Yule inspected the school and stopped the clouds to plant new fir and pine trees, which was a play. At that time, I wanted to write a newspaper for old friends, but the paper and pen were accidentally blown away by the strong wind, and the last chapter was caused by it.

To cast oneself into the old empty mountain, thousands of loose hands can be planted, and the government can sigh. When will it become cloudy? How many years will it take me to see my children and grandchildren later? In ancient times, the pools and pavilions were filled with tobacco and thorns, which have long made future generations miserable. I think back to those days, I regretted the good times: late at night, the wine was empty and everyone was gone. The clouds are still high, who knows that I don't care about everything. I dreamed of sleeping at the east window, chatting with my ears, and wanted to write a letter. Suddenly the wind was so angry that I turned over my pen and inkstone. God only taught me to be lazy. What's the matter? The rain is rushing, and the clouds are dark.

Linjiang Immortal, Tingyun Idiot

I sat down in Tingyun Hall, Xiao Yue Ye He was surprised to guess. Master, why is it so dusty? He lowered his head and said, "I was called and came back." Thank you to the old man at the foot of Beishan Mountain for your kind words: "I'll lend you your bamboo stick and mango shoes." The path must go from here, deep into the white clouds.

Partridge Sky, Wu Wu worships and reinstates the order of the temple

Why did Lao Tui ever talk about being an official? Now he is free of sins and is kind and lenient. Then he sent incense to the real ancestral temple and decorated the old palace with documents. Support the sick feet, wash the fading face, and quickly borrow clothes from the old and sick. It is easy to forget the world in this body, but it is difficult to forget the world.

Magnolia Slowly Inscribed on Cuiwei Tower in Shangrao County

In the old days, the guests upstairs loved to drink wine and look at Nanshan. Smiling and graying hair Nowadays, Tianjiao is wild and free, coming and going among them. Who misses me when I climb the stairs? But I turn my head and look northwest at the stairs. Clouds, rain, bead curtains and painted buildings, Sheng singing, foggy temples and windy maids. 2008 can be seen in the painting. Father and father wish to be happy. I am very leisurely leaning on the wat, and I am refreshed in the morning. It is related to you. I will never forget to send you a message of peace in the future, so I send you flowers and grass to report peace. Carrying a pot with a guest and getting drunk, the wild geese are flying in the autumn shadows on the cold river.

To congratulate the bridegroom, all the servants in the garden pavilion in the city wrote this word. One day, I was sitting alone in the clouds, enjoying the sound of water and mountains, competing to entertain each other. I thought of the mountains and rivers and wanted to help others, so I said a few words, as if I was thinking about my relatives and friends.

It’s so bad that I am declining. I hate my life, my friends are scattered, only a few are left now! The white hair hangs three thousand feet in the air, and he smiles at everything in the world. What can make the public happy? I see how charming the green hills are, and I expect the green hills to be so when they see me. Emotion and appearance are slightly similar. A statue is scratching its head in the east window. Thinking of Yuan Ming's poem "Standing Cloud", it has the flavor at this time. Those in Jiangzuo who are busy seeking fame have no idea of ??the wonderful principles of turbid mash. I look back and shout, the clouds are flying and the wind is blowing. If you don’t hate the ancients, I won’t see you. If you hate the ancients, you won’t see me. Those who know me are two or three sons.

Congratulations to the bridegroom and use the previous rhyme again

The bird is tired and flies away. The smile is clear, the millet is stored in the bottle, whether there is anything or not. The master of Lotus Society left a message to Weng, "I'd rather discuss Xu's affairs when I'm drunk." Try the wine and pour another glass of Weng Xi. When I saw Xiao Ran's ancient music, I thought of Dongli and Drunken Lying. After thousands of years, who does it look like? In Yuanlong's hundred-foot-high building, he asked me new poems and asked me diligently about my feelings. North Xiamen Gao Congla, why should someone take care of it⑧. Weng Zengdao, prosperity is rising. The words of a man in the dust would rather be used, but Gu Qingshan is nothing like my ear. Singing and harmonizing, Chu Kuangzi.

Shao Ben Qiu Shui Guan

The struggle in the cochlear corner, the left and the right, the battle for thousands of miles. Try to think about it, your mind is small. Total emptiness, boundless. To illustrate this principle: How can one say that there is not even a speck of Mount Tai? There has always been a grain of rice in the sky and the earth. The small and the large are incompatible with each other, and the dove and the peng enjoy themselves, but how can they know the two insects? Remember the benevolence and righteousness of Confucius and Fei, and the joy of growing old and the sorrow of Peng. A fire rat talks about cold, an ice silkworm talks about heat, who is the same or different? Ouch! No matter how high or low you are, Liancheng will change into a sheepskin. Who and Qi Wanwu? Zhuang Zhouwu dreamed of it. In the posthumous chapter of Zhengshang, Gu is smiling gracefully, and Mengjue in the empty hall inscribes "Autumn Water". A guest asked about the Honghe River. Hundreds of rivers irrigate rain. So Yanhe Bo was delighted: I wish I could have all the beauty in the world. Looking eastward across the vast ocean, wandering back and forth as if in awe, saying that I am not a lucky child, but that I live in a generous and optimistic home.

How big is the water in this hall? But the clear stream is just a song.

King Lanling On the night of August 20th, I dreamed that someone was grinding a stone screen to get paid. Its color is like jade, smooth and lovely. There is an ox in the middle, sharpening its horns in a fighting shape. It says: "There was a man surnamed Zhang in Xiangtan. He was very powerful and good at fighting. He was difficult to defeat with his name Zhang. One day, he fought with others and was defeated. He went to the river and died in anger. After staying for three days, his family came to see him and floated on the water. , then the mountains connected with the water often have this stone, and if you get it, it will always be unfavorable. "There are hundreds of poems about it in the dream, mostly based on ancient resentments and changes in foreign objects." Forget what he said. In the next three days, I composed a poem to identify the differences ①.

Hate so much that it cannot be worn away. Chang Hong was a human being, and his blood turned green in three years. Zheng Ren slowly wept: My father attacked Confucianism and supported Mohism. Ten years of dreams, the sorrow has faded away, and it has become a reality among the autumn cypresses. Acacia reminisces. The middle intestines are knotted with resentment, and the essence is hidden. There are rocks standing on the Wangfu River. Sigh can change in one thought, but it will last forever in the later stage. You see, Qi's mother was so angry that she turned into a stone. Difficult to defeat, the most powerful. The anger sinks into the abyss, and the essence is still trapped in the bull's horns. Then the shadow entered the bones of the mountain and has been carved to this day. When I think about the world, I only merge and transform, and I dream about butterflies.

Liuzhou Getou is suffering from severe illness, and the doctor does not know its condition. When I was young, I was sleepy and bored, so I acted to relieve myself.

When I came to ask about my illness in the morning, a crane stopped in the corner of the courtyard. I said to you: "There are only three things that make me too worried: it is difficult to help me when I am sick, and I am planting green pine trees with my hands, which blocks the plum blossoms and blocks the paths of flowers. They are only a few feet long, and they stand like people, but they need to be hoeed. (1) In front of the Qiushui Hall, there is a curved marsh. Bright in the mirror, you can candle your eyebrows and whiskers. The heavy rain on the mountain top makes the ridges and mud smeared. Who makes my house reflect in the canal? When I remove the bamboos, I have no food to eat; I love to help people, but I also want to make plans for the mountains. (Part 3) If I am sick of this, I will not be able to say it. Yan Zuoyi 9: "Although Lu Bian's medicine stone is difficult to remove. If there is something to say about the wonderful way, (see "Qifa"), I will ask Beishan Fool, I am worried about it."

Qin Yuanchun Like Wu Zi, a county lieutenant

When I saw you coming, I suddenly felt that my house was beautiful. Unfortunately, my liver and gallbladder all my life have become Chu Yue; but now I have glue paint, who is Chen Lei? I scratch my head and hesitate, but love cannot be seen. I want to get poems and long for plum blossoms. Do you also know: Get it quickly and read it thousands of times a day. Just shake off the dust. People blame me for opening the firewood gate today. Go to the pine trees and drink from him; don't stay in the courtyard, treading through the green moss. There are no articles, just working hard on carriages and horses, waiting for the green grass and white rice to come. You are not me, let your fame and ambition lead you, don't hesitate.

Note: Wu Zisi County Lieutenant: Wu Shaogu, courtesy name Zisi, was from Poyang, Jiangxi Province, and served as Qianshan County Lieutenant at that time. He is talented in history and good at poetry.

Looking for chrysanthemums in the sky, there are no chrysanthemums. It’s a play.

In the stinking place of the world, only wine has been fragrant since ancient times. Ever since I came to live beside Yunyan, I have been busy singing and dancing until now. Call my wife, wait for the autumn light, where can the yellow flowers hide from the Double Ninth Festival? To know the blooming season, wait for the west wind and frost overnight.

Zhao Changfu, the singer of Shui Tiao, used Dongpo rhyme to write about Taibai and Dongpo in July. In the mountain temple, because the rhyme is used as a thank you, it is also sent to Wu Zisi.

My ambition is vast, and I have dreamed of reaching the sky in the past. Touching Su Yue, the world has been worshiping for thousands of years. There is a guest, a Luan and a phoenix, the clouds meet the green mountains and red cliffs, and we meet in the high cold. Drinking wine to support Beidou, I also have lice in the meantime. Shaoge said: "The spirit is very relaxed, but the shape is sleeping. The swan is raised high again and again, and the sky and the earth can see the radius." I want to sing again and sleep in my dreams, but I push my pillow and think alone: ??Is there anything wrong with human affairs? There is a beauty to talk about, and the autumn water separates Chanjuan.

Partridge Sky

The clouds on the stone wall are getting higher and higher, and the sound of the stream surrounds the house for several weeks. Since the rain, the flowers have fallen away, but the love for the breeze has wavered③. Call Yuyu friends, recommend Ximao, and invite the diligent wild old people to you④. The stick quinoa suddenly avoids pedestrians, but crosses the bridge thinking it is an old man.

Congratulations to the bridegroom and inscribes the title Fu Yansou Youran Pavilion

Willows in front of the road entrance. Go to Jun's house and talk in detail leisurely, Yuan Mingzhongjiu. At the end of the year, there are no Zhuge trees, only yellow flowers. Even though the wind and rain are getting worse, Dongli remains the same. Doudunnan Mountain is so high. It was after the teacher came back with a stick. I don’t remember the year of the mountain. The beauty of Kanglu is not diminished. The beautiful west wind awakens for you, can Weng come? The tired birds fly back to the plain forest, and the clouds come out of Xiu without intention. There are only a few new poems left to prepare. If I want to understand what I forgot to say back then, I have been away from Xi Nong for a long time. There is no need for wine in the world.

Congratulations to the bridegroom, use the previous rhyme and then recite it

Willow trees grow behind the elbow.

Sighing about life and unsatisfactory things is common nine times out of ten. It is useful to use your right hand to soak in the waves, but when you are free, you hold the pincer in your left hand. It’s hard to win, but it hurts the present and feels the old. Mr. Touge is lonely, laughs at right and wrong, and has no idea what is behind him. With this statement, there is no question. Qingshan is fortunate to have reappeared. Ask the newcomers, Xiao Xiaomu Luo, are they worthy of autumn? It is always thinned by the west wind, but it is still as strong as ever. It scratches the head of everything and is speechless. Who is better than the Qunong people? I often deal with them for a long time. I'd rather be me and have a glass of wine.

Huanxisha, together with Du Shugao and Wu Zi, are like a play in Sushan Temple.

The flowers are now evenly powdered, why does Liu Yin have green eyebrows? The east wind blows the rain finer than dust. I laugh at myself as I love the mountains, but now I cherish the trees even more than the people. I have a new feeling of worry and hatred.

Huanxisha

The elders argue that the rain is even and the brows are not as brows as they were in 2008②. Thank you diligently but the dust in the steamer ③. The singing of birds can sometimes persuade visitors, and the little peach rogue has already seduced people④. Pear blossoms are also used as whiteheads.

Nian Nujiao at Chongjiu Banquet

Where is Longshan? Remember that year’s Gaohui and the Double Ninth Festival. Whoever smiles with the veteran, throws off his cap and joins the army with great hair. Don't rely on forgetfulness, the west wind also understands, check and respect the previous guests. Desolation in the present and the past, with butterflies flying in the eyes. You must be faithful to pick chrysanthemums on the east fence, and have high feelings for thousands of years, only Tao Pengze. He likes to say that if he has fun playing the piano, he will not be able to make a sound when playing the strings. Try the empty cup, Weng Huan is willing to say, why bother with the contents of the cup. Smiling in the wind, I invite you to drink together tonight.

Returning to the court for joy, inscribing Zhao Jinchen's essay on the Cuiyan

I laughed at the anger of Gong Yuan, and broke the pillar of Etian. Butian laughed at Nuwa again because she was busy, but he threw the stone where she was idle. Wild smoke and grassy road. Sir, I come to see you with my cane. Leaning on the green moss, rubbing it and asking: How many winds and rains have there been through the ages? It always hurts to be beaten by children and the horns of cattle and sheep are often rubbed away. Thousands of feet of green rock screen, and a drop of sweet spring milk. There are three, four, and five pavilions. The meeting was warm with singing and dancing. Think about it carefully: From ancient times to the present, poor people are rare and sometimes you meet them.

Magpie Bridge Immortal and Zhao Jinchen wrote a text at the banquet

Young men are romantic, young people sing and dance, and you will realize your admiration when you grow old. I sighed and bowed my waist to the five buckets of poem "Return", and asked, "How many times have you left?" High carriages and four-horse horses, gold medals and purple ribbons, the conveying channel is stable and convenient. Ask East Lake how much spring it brings, and see how strong Lingyun's pen is.

Jade Butterfly Shu Gaoshu came to stop drinking and use rhyme.

High or low comes by chance, just like the wind behind the curtain, the falling fence and flying flowers. The empty messenger Ercao immediately covered his face with shame. Who can donate a jade pendant to Kongjiang River? If you want to send away your hatred, you should break off the hemp. There are many dusk clouds, where is the beauty? All returned to the crow. Nong's family: Life is like clogs, fame is ruined, and friends are like sand. It has been said in the past that Yuanming is better than Wolong. Forget that you have always lived a happy life, never say that you will die if you drink every day. Pour quickly, the poems are not yet stable, and the wine is good.

Yulou Chun replied in rhyme to Wu Zi like the county captain

You are like a nine-fermented platform with a sticky cup, and I am like thatched grass with a short flavor. When the beauty of the autumn water comes, I am afraid that I will be lazy in the boat. Gao Huai drank by himself and no one persuaded him, so he had nothing to do with his young slaves. People who have always been wearing pearls and jade hairpins feel that their cars are full.

Congratulations to the bridegroom, Han Zhongzhi, who visited him in the mountains of the court, and used Qian rhyme at the banquet.

Listen to my three-chapter agreement (using the language of "Shishuo"): If there is talk, those who talk about famous people will dance, and those who talk about classics will ponder deeply. Composing a poem is like a personal cleansing utensil, and a literate child is in the pavilion. It's all in vain and a waste of energy. This meeting is not as honorable as the public, so please do not invite people to come and interfere with people's happiness. For lay doctors, there is no medicine for suffering. Back then, the birds looked at the solitary osprey. The mind is wandering, the control is straight in the air, Cao swallows and Liu grabs. Who will accompany me in the mountains? You must believe that poverty and sorrow have legs. It seems that even if it is cut off, the monk's hair still grows. Since I have finished this life, I will never ask, who is Qian, and who can I say and ride on the crane? My ambition is in the hills and valleys.

Sheng Zhazi Jian Wuzi is like a county captain

The master has a thousand-foot cliff, and the ice and snow have been stored in ancient times. When there are fire clouds in June, I see forest hair. Common people are like stolen springs, their shadows are all dim. I hang my gourd on a high place, I would rather be thirsty if I don't drink.

Night Tour in the Palace, Bitter Guests

It was a pleasure for the few to know each other, so they met together and talked about the mountains and rivers. This is just overcooked. Perseveringly, I say it every time and it's beautiful every time. There is a sharp new bottom, the bottom line, fame and fortune. It's your fault for having a dry mouth. It's not a sin; I just got up and went to clean my ears.

The flowers bloom slowly in the rain. When I climb the new building, I can see Zhao Changfu, Xu Siyuan, Han Zhongzhi, Wu Zisi and Yang Minzhan.

The old rain often came, but if the rain does not come now, who will leave the beautiful woman lying in bed? Fortunately, there are yams and chestnuts in the mountains. I harvested them all this year③. The friendship between the poor and the lowly falls apart, and my path from ancient times to the present is long. It's strange to see the new arrival: the article "Anti-Li Sao" and the poem "Fa Qinzhou".

Fame and fame are all there is to enjoy, but there is nothing more worrisome than that! Unable to resist Xiang and Ercao's death, they can't look back! You can recognize a tiger when lying on a stone in front of a mountain, and you can hear a cow under the bed under the noisy ants. For who looks west, leans on the railing for a fee, but goes downstairs.

Xingxiangzi Boshan Opera presented by Zhao Changfu and Han Zhongzhi.

I have heard in a few days: Rich is worse than poor, noble is worse than humble. Those who live forever will live forever. The origin of happiness always belongs to idle people. Let's drink from the ladle spring, enjoy the autumn water, and watch the stopped clouds. Love at the end of the year makes the old saying true. I remember that I was advised to be attentive: don't drink wine, and don't write essays. Teach your children and grandchildren the "Xiangniu Jing" and how to grow fish.

Partridge Sky A guest talked about fame and fame with great enthusiasm, and acted in a dramatic way because he recalled the events of his youth.

In the prime of life, thousands of people are supported by banners, and at the beginning of the journey across the river, brocades suddenly ride. The soldiers of Yan sewed at night (side angle cut) Yinhu ■〈Ge Lu〉, and the Han arrows flew toward the golden servant girl. Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain my white mustache. But he exchanged ten thousand words of military strategy for his boss's tree-planting book.

Bu Suanzi Manxing

The night rain intoxicates the melon hut, and the spring water carries the rice seedlings. Checking the happy people in the fields, there is no one like an old man. Sweep away the bald rabbit hair with a cone and grind through the copper tiles. Who accompanies Yang Xiong in "Exerting Mockery"? Mr. Wu You also.

Bu Shuanzi

Qiangu General Li captured Hu Erma. Li Cai was a junior, but he was a marquis! The rue removes old roots, and the bamboo adds new tiles. If the family wants to work hard in the field, no one else can do it but me.

Businessman

Thousands of miles of floating clouds, a spurt of air empties all the horses. Sighing that Cao concealed Lao Ji's poems, he was as good as the public. Mountain birds chirp and peek into the eaves, hungry wild mice turn over the tiles. The old me is stubborn and stubborn and lives together in the mountains. This place is like a dodder.

Pin Die'er and Zhao Jinchen wrote a poem about falling plum blossoms

It was spring yesterday, and my thirteenth daughter was learning to embroider, one branch at a time, not a flower to lose weight. It's so ruthless that it rains and the wind blows. Toward the garden, it is paved with lichen and red crepe. But this spring seems to be like a frivolous and frivolous person. Remembering the time before and after sending spring home, brew all the spring waves into a river of mellow wine. About Qingchou, waiting for each other on the bank of willow trees.

Xie Zhao Jinchen wrote the poem "Hibiscus" to see longevity, and used rhyme to express gratitude.

In the summer breeze and cool moon, there are countless love pavilions and green clothes. Covered like shame, jagged like jealousy, holding out hibiscus flower hair. The step-by-step Pan Niang is detestable. Who is prettier than Liu Lang? Adding an egret, the young master and the beauties are juxtaposed when the evening is clear. Don't talk about scraping wood. That day, Lingjun hated to be separated from the king. The heart is blocked and the matchmaker is tired, the communication is sparse and the resentment is extremely high, the kindness is not great and the kindness is neglected. The writings of "Li Sao" are still popular today. No need to ask, but if you drink a thousand cups quickly, the dew leaves will turn over.

Thousand-Year-Old Dialogue After cutting the mountain path, we found a stone wall, so it was named "Cangbi". When things turn out unexpectedly, I realize what God has given me, and I am happy and blessed.

The left hand holds Qing Ni, and the right hand holds the bright moon. I sent Fenglong to lead the way, named Kai Changhe. Traveling up and down, I entered the sky. Take a look at Xuanpu, with thousands of dendrobium springs and thousands of feet of stone. Jun Tian Guang Le, Yan Wo Yao's banquet. The emperor is very happy to drink from my cup, and I will give you the blue wall. It is rugged and abrupt, in a ravine. The remaining horses are pregnant, the servants are sad, and they are in a trance.

Linjiangxian Cangbi has just begun to bloom, and the rumors are too true. Visitors who come to see it think that it is like the greenery, the breeze, the rocks, and the exquisite beauty. When he saw it, he stopped because of the suddenness, laughed and left. The master's next words were to ridicule Cangbi.

Don’t laugh at the small walls of my house, the edges and layers of which are almost empty. We know that only the master has the ambition to be grand and magnificent, but has no intention of being clever and delicate. Who can predict the high mountains created by heaven? "Jie Mo" tries to show off his talents and his heroes. You see that Zhongni was poor at that time, and he followed the virtuous son Gong, and he wanted to learn from Duke Zhou.

Linjiang Fairy's hairpin flowers fall repeatedly, making a play.

The drum flowers are blooming and the spring is rotten, and the deserted garden is full of endless thoughts. Today I am crossing Xixiang with a stick. Calling for the peach leaf crossing urgently, I am busy looking at the peonies. Regardless of the storm last night, there were still rows of red and purple. Accompanying the young man in his old age. A hairpin cannot be held in place, and the brim of the hat is too long.

Congratulations to the bridegroom. Farewell to the twelfth brother of Maojia, there are actually two kinds of pelicans and cuckoos, see "Li Sao Supplementary Notes".

The green trees listen to the pelicans. Geng Nakan, the partridges are singing, and the cuckoos are singing. Crying to the end of spring has no place to go, and I hate Fangfei and I have to rest ③. Not yet arrived, parting in this world. Immediately, the pipa gate is dark, and the green chariot with a longer gate is leaving the golden palace. Look at Yanyan and send her back to my concubine. The general's reputation is ruined after a hundred battles. Thousands of miles back to the river, old friends will never be seen again. The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow. A strong man, but his tragic song is not complete. The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it doesn't cry, and its clear tears make it cry blood. Who fucked me, Zui Mingyue?

Yong Yule's play was given the character Xin and sent to Maojia's twelfth brother for transfer.

The scorching sun and autumn frost are loyal to the liver and courageous, and the family tree lasts for thousands of years. When I got my surname, I carefully studied the word "Xin" and listened to it with a smile: hard work, sad taste, always bitter and hard work. It is very spicy and can be vomited after being pounded with pepper and cinnamon. There should be everything in the world that is sweet and beautiful, but it cannot be found at the door of my house. Compared with Er Cao, there are many, and the golden seal is shining. I'll tell you about this. From now on, I won't remember the storm in bed. But winning, boots and crepe noodles, I remember the drama.

Xijiang Yue showed his son Cao and paid for it with family affairs.

Everything passes by in a flash, and the willow tree will decline first after a hundred years. What is most appropriate now? It is better to get drunk, to swim, to sleep. I took advantage of the prompting and paid the tax early, and measured the income and expenditure. Nai Weng still took care of things: managing bamboos, mountains, and water.

The Partridge Sky sends Ouyang Guorui into Wuzhong

Don’t be afraid of the spring yin coming late, because there will be no yin when spring comes. Favors come and go and you see them in leisure, but you know after you are tired that the journey is rugged. The plum blossoms are like snow and the willows are like silk. Listen to other words to comfort lovesickness. Cooking rice in a short canopy will make the sea bass ripe, except for Songjiang, which is a waste of poetry.

Rui Partridge

I went up the Qisi River a thousand times a day, and drank a few glasses of wine by the Zhangmu Bridge. The figure does not follow the flowing water, but the young man comes with his drunken face. The sparse cicadas are ringing in the astringent forest, which is more than quiet. The cold butterflies are flying and the chrysanthemums are half-opened. It's not that Changqing has been miserable all his life, just because he was sick and not talented.

Partridge Sky in the middle of Shimen Road

There are thousands of dendrobium beads flying from the springs on the mountain, and gliders fall from the cliff thousands of feet away. The woodcutting path has been passed, but it is still blocked. It seems that there is no one to listen, but there is no one. Xianluezhi is far away from the pagoda, and there are thatched huts with bamboos in the south of the stream. Don't mind the frequent visits by the staff, this place is more suitable for me.

The Song of the Cave Immortal, composed during the eighth month of Ding Mao's illness

How long will it take for the virtuous and the foolish to pass away? A slight difference can make a difference of a thousand miles. Think about it carefully: Righteousness, benefit, and Shun Zhi are divided into those who breed and breed, etc. When the rooster crows, it rises. The taste is sweet but easy to spoil. It is still known at the end of the year. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. When mosquitoes gather together, their sound is like thunder; I deeply realize that yesterday is not what I am today. The Taihe soup in Xian'an Lewo is not overly drunk, just half drunk.