Poetry wine
Year:? Song? Author:? Lu you
I was born with poetry and wine, which is based on the whole truth. Wine gets sick at work, but poetry can also help the poor.
Forget every desire and be a farmer forever; It's been a long time, and there's no reason to abandon it.
Tooth hair is failing, liver and gallbladder are still turning, chanting is shaking the wall, and the towel is embarrassing.
Everything in the river is good, and the wind and the moon are new every year. Zheng Er is unhappy, and Hogg will die in this body.
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Fifteen Poems of He Nongju and Eleven Money Bars
Year:? Song? Author:? Wang Anshi
Yu Yi saw Lei Lei, and Yu Shi heard Qian Qi.
Everything a saint does is the most important.
If you want to harvest grain and millet, go to Artemisia first, and then come to evil.
I am willing to be inspired by the same weapon and do more work as an emissary.
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Laoge
Year:? Song? Author:? Zhang lei
In summer, there is no rain in March, and the clouds are not suitable for flying.
No one took a nap in the deep hall, and the children sweated first.
Suddenly pity the long strip, the bone is ten stone crossbows.
Half-covering is a career, and children can be satisfied with gold.
People's cattle and horses are big trees, for fear that they will get cold.
After a hard day's work, people are not as good as cattle and horses.
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Including qingting
Year:? Song? Author:? Yuan Xie
The tired stone is a layer of peaks, but it is surrounded by water.
Expensive, vulgar and tired, chic and quiet.
But in poverty, I looked around and saw dark clouds hanging low.
Flying pheasants are freezing in the cold, and there is nothing to do.
The people who supervise the service work hard without hesitation.
Sure enough, in the first episode of the lottery, six people competed for the suburbs.
A colorful day and night, without a moment of affectation.
Since then, the epidemic has been getting better and better.
It was sunny in the Ming Dynasty, so there was no time to work.
Two things were difficult in the past, but we don't lose today.
Heaven goes to earth, and everything follows fate.
Since my mountain is the peak, my swamp is still rippling.
Swimming often and tirelessly, sitting still can forget hunger.
Follow the wind of dancing, and the children's crown is happy.
If there is no flaw, it's just a matter of eyes and ears.
This joy is hard-won, and God helps me to decline.
If you are ill, don't do it again. Corning should handle it.