Jealous Flowers
Last night it started to rain, and the begonias were light and delicate. The beautiful woman came out of the orchid room at dawn, went to the mirror and put on red makeup. Ask Langhua, is she so servile? Langdao is not as graceful as flowers. The beauty heard this and became jealous, not believing that a dead flower is better than a living person. Crush the flowers into pieces and throw them in front of the man: Please let him sleep with the flowers today! Viewing Aoshan Mountain
The guards are tight and the night is lonely. Dengshan suddenly saw Cui Zhaoxun. Liu Ao rides together in the Immortal Mansion. Two magpies connect to form the Emperor's Bridge. Stars and pearls pave the brocade. The golden shadows of the moon are chaotic in Qiong Yao. Taking care of yourself, you have climbed to Gouling Mountain. Why should Qin Ji play the flute? Beauty facing the moon
Jiao'e's bun is slanted and she lies late at night. The pear blossoms are still and birds are perched on the branches. It's hard to tell people what's on your mind. Talk about knowing the blue sky and the bright moon. Song of Peach Blossom Temple
In Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, under the Peach Blossom Temple, there are peach blossom fairies; the peach blossom fairies plant peach trees and pick peach blossoms to sell for wine money. When you are sober, you just sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you sleep under the flowers; when you are half awake and half drunk, day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year. I hope that when I die in old age and spend time in wine, I don’t want to bow in front of carriages and horses; the carriage dust and horses are enough for the rich, and the wine cup branches are for the poor. If you compare the rich and the poor with the humble, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; if you compare the poor with chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have nothing to do. Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it; there are no tombs of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields. Titled Bizaoxuan
The basic structure of the painting hall is painted on the boat. Green water ripples with green algae. The waves make the sun shine on the building. The smoky view from the window floats in the air. The curtains hang down and the flowers bloom. Fish play in the reflection of the railing. A brief review of Qian Qian's poets. Might as well call it the Crystal Palace. I love the fragrance of autumn
I paint the long blue river water, and the sad maple leaves on the evening pavilion. The autumn moon shines brightly on the Buddhist temple, and cigarette smoke curls around the sutra tower. Statement of ambition
If you don’t refine elixirs, you won’t sit in meditation, and if you don’t work as a merchant, you won’t plow the fields. When you have time to write, just sell it on the green hills, and don’t make money to do evil in the world! Notes: ①Alchemy elixir - refers to cultivating immortality and seeking Taoism. From Zen - Believe in Buddhism and recite sutras.
②Merchant-doing business. Plowing the fields - farming.
③Write "Selling on Qingshan" - refers to selling paintings. Yan Huai
Laughing, dancing and singing wildly for fifty years, having fun among flowers and sleeping in the moon. The name spreads all over the country, but no one cares about the lack of wine money in the waist. I am ashamed to call myself the author of poems and poems, and many people call me a god. These must be done diligently, without losing an inch of the sky in your heart. Warning
Everything in the world is like a boat with a short canopy, moving to the west bank or east. The moon was missing and full several times, and the south wind and north wind were blowing several times. As time goes by, no one is better than a thousand days. In the depth of spring, flowers sometimes turn red. You must endure what is right or wrong, and you will become half-demented and half-deaf. A warning to the world
Everything depends on God. Don’t ask for help. Your descendants will be far away. Stop being careless after drinking three glasses of wine, and you will be able to stop it if you get the wind. How long will it take to cause trouble and how long will it take to end the harm to everyone? It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. We should look back and look at the future. Drinking wine and singing under the flowers
Ninety years of spring light throws a shuttle, drinking wine and singing in front of the flowers. How many days can the flowers bloom on the branches and how many days can there be in the world? Good flowers are difficult to plant and will not bloom. Youth is easy to pass and will never come back again. If you don’t get drunk in front of flowers in life, life will be dull even if flowers laugh at you. The Chang Gate is the matter
The paradise of the world is Wuzhong, and the Chang Gate in it is more powerful. There are three thousand green sleeves up and down the building, and there are millions of gold in the water from west to east. The sales at Wu Geng Market are never the same. The dialects from far away are always different. If the painter is asked to draw a picture, the painter should say that painting is difficult. A poem about a rooster, inscribed with a picture of a golden rooster announcing the dawn. Part 1
Wuju Wenguan's five-colored feathers scatter the stars all over the sky with his crow; under the golden gate of a copper pot with jade leaks, many princes rein in their horses to listen. A poem about chickens, with a picture of a golden rooster announcing the dawn. Part 2
The red crown on the head does not need to be cut off, and the body is covered with snow and walks into the future; I dare not speak lightly in my life, and thousands of houses open with one call. Poem about chickens, titled "Golden Roosters" (Picture of Dawn) Part 3
The brocade crowns and feathers are stained with blood, and the plumes are new and high-spirited. Visitors to heaven outside the Ming Dynasty Gate immediately listen to the first sound. Inscribed on the painter Zhou Dongcun's Autumn Pictures in the Suburbs
The carp is tied to the boat in the strong wind, and the cold mountains on both sides of the bank have been raining; the setting sun has returned to the wild geese, and the white duckweed and red polygonum are in the wild pond in autumn. Bohu pretends to be a beggar, composes poems to cheat wine
Up and up and up, all the way to the high mountain. With your head raised, the red sun and white clouds are low, and you can see all the seas and lakes. Inside the wound
The dew is desolate, and the flowers are fragrant; the hibiscus is easy to wither, and the osmanthus branches are gone; there is no way to go, and where can I go? Yang: Disturbing the scenery and thinking about the past, the liver is cracked and the soul is flying. Reading at night
I lie down on my pillow at night and think carefully. I lie alone for a long time with the light leaking out. I think that my hair on my temples will turn gray with time, and I don’t know when my belt will turn yellow. People say that you will jump three times after death, but I want to do one while alive. When the name is unknown, the heart is immortal, and I turn on the light to read the article. The Qilu poem was given to his mentor Liang Chu to express his ambition to win the first prize
The ambition was not to chase the woodcutter and fishermen, but the fate of the Qin Dynasty was almost ready to be swept away; a sword is worth a hundred gold and can only be read, and a jade is suddenly sold after being deposed three times. Red silk dares to look forward to next year's cakes, but yellow silk is deeply ashamed of writing today; three strategies are promoted that are not ancient poems, how can God boast about them? Inscribed on the picture of a boat sunk in a stone field
There are wonderful people in the Dongting, the buildings are surrounded by clouds and clouds; the windows and couches are like painted boats, and the mountains and rivers are clear and beautiful. Flowing Water Poetry
Shallow water, long and endless, endless coming and going. It flows eastward in twists and turns, and it is difficult to stop it due to mountains and ridges. Ask Yi Benteng when to rest, he will not look back until he reaches the sea. Zhang Mengjin modified the flowing water poem
Shallow water, intermittent and continuous, clear in the mountains and turbid out of the mountains. It’s hard to turn back after all the twists and turns, and I sob and cry day and night. Wen Yi was so sad that he regretted leaving the valley in the first place. Inscribed on the wall of Wu Zixu Temple
The white horse once rode on the sea tide, which is why Wu said that he was in the previous dynasty. There are many injustices in front of him, and I am willing to borrow the sword from the general. Crying prostitute Xu Su
Qingbo's double robe has disappeared without a trace, and her love is long and resentful. The remaining powder, yellow and raw silver touches the face, so the fragrance of clothes is sent to the jade breast. The moonlight flowers fall in front of the lamp, and people meet in their dreams at the end of spring. If you are still young, I would like to teach you how to meet you in my dream.
Inscribed on Zhang Mengjin's portrait of half-length beauty
She is very graceful and graceful, but it is a pity that she is half-waisted; but she hates that the painter is ignorant and fails to describe the touching scenes. Picture of chrysanthemum
The yellow flower has no owner and is left alone in the winding path. Spend all your money on makeup, and the color of your life will be blown by the west wind. Qilu Poem Ode to Qiyun Mountain
It has been more than nine months since the fall of the suburban garden, and the autumn mountain is enjoying its first day today. The colors of the frost forest are all painted, and the wild goose characters are half-empty in cursive script. noodle? We have a close friendship with Y Cai, but we have little contact with Brother Kong Fang. A blessing in disguise. The chest feels quiet and empty. Inscribed on the Stone Chamber Wall of Qiyun Mountain
Qiyun Mountain is aligned with the wall, and the green hills are low. Separated from the north and south geese, only the sun and moon can pass east and west. Picture of the Wan Fan in the Autumn Wind
When Autumn comes and the Wan Fan is collected together, why should a beautiful woman value feelings? Please take a closer look at the world's situation, most people will not follow the hot weather! Travel to Zhenjiang and climb Jinshan Mountain and Jiaoshan Mountain
The road of the world is north and south, and the earth has been turbulent for ancient and modern times. In spring, travelers are sad and their hair turns white, and the soldiers burn gold in the garden. Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan's couplet chanting about strange rocks
The craggy and strange rocks are leaning against the clouds, and they have been thrown around for a certain number of years. The moss grows on the hair because of the rain, and the wisteria pierces the nose and is carried by the wind. I never eat grass by the stream, and it has been difficult to cultivate the fields in Longshang since ancient times. I hate killing the shepherd boy but I can't afford the whip, the sound of the flute hangs over the sunset smoke. Missing Shen Jiuniang on the Yangzhou Road
I miss the two places far apart, and shed my cloth robe with pure tears. Yangliu Xiaoyan is in a state of confusion, and Lihua Muyu is haunted by dreams. The clouds cover the virtual gold house of Chu Pavilion, and the phoenix enters Wushan and plays the jade flute. Tomorrow the river bridge will look back again, and the moon will shine brightly, and old friends will be thousands of miles away. I went to Tang Yin and told myself that I was not confused at the Peach Blossom Temple, and I painted and wrote it.
Fish soup, rice and rice cakes are good for life, and the years pass in a blink of an eye. Why should I be evil if I am lazy? I am rich but I don’t expect it, so I don’t worry about poverty. There is a pot of golden vines in the monk's room, and three cups of frozen spring in the wild shop. I hate myself for not being talented but still celebrate myself. I am a peaceful man who has had nothing to do for half his life. Later it was changed
Tian Yi Dao was planning to live his whole life, and he passed by in his forties at the blink of an eye; he was good and lazy, so why should he be evil? Wealth is not what we expected, so we should not worry about poverty. There is a pot of golden vines in the monk's room, and three cups of frozen spring in the wild shop; such a blessing cannot be eliminated, and a peaceful man will be in poverty for half his life. Titled Picture of Nianhua Smiling
Last night it started to rain on the begonias, and several of them were light and delicate, making them want to talk. The beautiful woman came out of the orchid room at dawn and went to compare her makeup in the mirror. Asking the man how beautiful the flower is, his face is good, but the man is not as graceful as the flower. The beautiful lady became coquettish and angry when she saw the words. She didn't believe that a dead flower was better than a living person. Crush the flowers into pieces and throw them in front of the man, asking him to sleep with them tonight. To my Japanese friend Hikokuro
I visited China twice, and when I returned home I was praised for my experience. The sword is worn by the emperor in Ding Nian, and the stars in the morning and midnight are reflected in the fairy tree. Li Ge bids farewell to his three-year guest, and travels across the sea of ??whales to conquer Wanli's home. If I had to do this trip again, would I have to break it off? \A flower. Note: Original note: Hikokuro returned to Japan and wrote poems to commemorate the poem. He wrote while sitting, which was very unprofessional. In the middle summer of Renshen in the seventh year of Zhengde, Gusu Tangyin wrote a book titled "The Picture of the Falling Clouds and Solitary Clouds"
In the mist of the painted building, the bead curtains and the mist, there is no trace of the falling clouds. I have wanted to see Wang Nanhai for thousands of years, and I once borrowed a gust of wind from the Dragon King. A poem for Prince Ning
Reciting a four-rhyme poem without hesitation, who do you want to talk to? White heads are also good for hairpins and flowers, and the bright moon will hardly shine on the wine. One day of leisure brings immeasurable blessings, and I spend a thousand years making fun of people. The day is full of right and wrong, and you ask me how I still don’t know? Drunken Poetry
Under the green peach tree, the big-footed mobo waved, and before he even asked for copper coins, he first laid a bed with reed mats. The Song of a Poor Man
In ten dynasties, if the wind and rain fall into coma, the eight wives and children will complain of hunger. The letter is an innocent joke on me. No one comes to buy the fan-head poem. The white-haired old man in the green mountains is stubborn, and his life of pen and inkstone is hard. If the people in the paddy field on the lake don’t want it, who will buy it for my painting of Zhongshan? The wind and rain in the deserted village are mixed with the crow of chickens,? I am ashamed of my old wife. I plan to sell a new bamboo shoot, but the price of bamboo shoots in the market is as low as mud. I don't always work on calligraphy, painting, poetry, and make a living in it. If you are willing to think that the money in Dou Li's bag is small, it will help Mr. become poor all day long. The white board door and the red hibiscus fence are next to the geese, ducks and wives and children. It’s hard to imitate natural interests, and you won’t feel hungry even if you don’t smoke for three days. Words about Love of Vegetables
The taste of vegetables should not be underestimated. What would a person do without this taste? Scholars know this position and their careers will be prosperous, farmers know this flavor and their food will be abundant, skilled craftsmen know this flavor and their crafts will be refined, and merchants will know this flavor and their goods will increase their profits. I hope everyone knows this taste. Can this taste be different from the common people? I love vegetables, and people love meat. There is too much meat in the belly of a wise man. There is a bowl of yellow rice porridge in the kitchen, which means you will have peace and happiness in your three lives. A picture of a gift of words from Tao Valley
During a night of marriage-related travel, we chatted about Nihong through short words. At that time, I made Tao Chengzhi, so why should I respect the redness in front of me? Fifty-Character Poems
Laughing, dancing and singing wildly for fifty years, having fun among flowers and sleeping in the moon. His name is spread all over the country, but no one will believe that he has no money for wine. The poems and poems claimed that he was the author, and everyone suspected that he was a god. These must be done diligently, without losing an inch of the sky in your heart. A satirical alchemist
In his rags and rags, he tells everyone he knows how to burn silver. Why don't you burn some for your own use and sell it to others at the head of the river? Poem of Falling Flowers
The peach blossoms are all gone and the apricot blossoms are empty. The blooming and falling are about the same every year; since the festival is approaching the evening of March, why should people hate the fifth watch wind? The eaves are straight and the curtains are broken. The clothes are green, and the top bricks are as bright as brocade. When you pick it up in the Cala Luo Fang Parry, a pair of mandarin ducks are right in the middle. Tired Embroidery Pictures
The night lilies are blooming and the garden is full of fragrance. The beauties stop embroidering to express their feelings. All the flowers are embroidered with freshness and skill, but the mandarin duck embroidery cannot be done. The Ruler of "Qishu Yihen"
Buddha said that emptiness can also be measured, and emptiness is longer than hatred; the silver-flowered treasure and golden star ruler can recognize the fragrance of ten slender fingers. The Knife of "Qi Shu's Remaining Regret"
The phoenix head meets the snowflakes and cuts through the murky water of Wusong River; only the tears of lovesickness are difficult to cut, so the old marks are broken and new ones are connected. The Needle of "Qishu Yihen"
When begging for skills in front of the building, gold needles and jade fingers are playing with spring silk; the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet every year, but it is a pity that their faces will never be separated. The Embroidery Bed in "Qishu's Regret"
It's sad to say goodbye to the flowers after the moon has fallen, but the dream of the beauty of the spring tree is short and long; only the needle and thread of the embroidery bed are there, and the remaining velvet leaves the fragrance of mouthfeel. The lamp holder of "Qi Shu's Remaining Regret"
The three-foot silver lantern is burning across the tent, and the happiness is unfinished and the marriage is broken up; may the teachings turn into a treasure of light, shining through the underworld.
Death Poem
If you are born in the world of the sun and have an end, there is no harm in returning to the underworld after death. The earth and the underworld are all similar, just like wandering in a foreign land. Eleven poems about the flower and moon chanting with pearls 1
When the flowers are blooming, the moon is shining brightly, and the flowers are like silk and the moon is like silver. There are thousands of flowers in the soft moon, and there are brilliant flowers in the previous month. How interesting is the moonlight? How many months does it take to spend your energy? Waiting to see the moon fall and the flowers remaining in the night, I am worried about killing the person who asks the moon among the flowers! Eleven poems of "Hua Yue Yin" with bead body 2
The moon turns and the shadows of flowers on the east wall are heavy, and the flowers greet the moon as if they are graceful. The sentimental moon shines on the dew among the flowers, and the interpretive flowers shake the moon under the wind. The clouds break through and the moon reveals the beauty of the flowers, and the flowers sleep under the bright moonlight late at night. How many times in life are there flowers and moons? The moonlight and the fragrance of flowers are the same everywhere. Eleven poems of "Hua Yue Yin" with bead body 3
The flowers have thousands of branches and the moon is round, and the sky will send the flowers and moon to free time; or it may be that the moon is the master of the flower, so it is the flower guest and the moon guest. I will drink the flowers under the moon, and I will not be tired of poverty in the month before the flowers. How many do you know about good flowers and good moon? How many people are there in Nong Yueyin Hua? Eleven poems of "Hua Yue Yin" 4
The fragrance of flowers and the moonlight are both suitable. I cherish the moon and pity the flowers as they lie down and turn late; when the moon falls, I send you wine with the flowers, and when the flowers are still there, the moon reminds me of the poem. When you look at the moon through the flowers, there are not many shadows. With the moon, you can see the flowers with their unique appearance. How many flowers leave visitors in front of the moon, and they are drunk on the branches year after year. Eleven poems of "Hua Yue Yin Shi" 5
The flowers and moon on a spring night are worth a thousand pieces of gold. I love the fragrance of flowers and the moonlight. The flowers bloom under the moon and the spring is silent. The flowers are shy and the moonlight is dark in the night. The cup invites the moon's shadow to come upon the flowers and makes me drunk. I hold the flower branches in my hands and sing to the moon. The bright moon is easy to lose and the flowers are easy to grow old. Don't lose your heart to appreciate flowers in the middle of the moon. Eleven poems of "Hua Yue Yin Shi" 6
The bright moon on the high platform shines on the flower branches, and I think about the flowers in the moonlight. There are benefits to flowers tonight when the moon is full, but last year when the flowers were sick and the moon was dim. Drink a cup of wine to reward the moon and water the flowers, and write a poem about the flowers and the moon. Intoxicated and sleepy under the flower moon, I only worry about the flower and moon laughing at people. Eleven poems of "Hua Yue Yin" with Pearl Body 7
The moon comes and the shadows of the flowers intersect, the flowers become fragrant and the moon blooms. When I love the moon, I sleep late and the flowers are still vomiting. Watch the flowers rise early and the moon is tilted. The shadows in the sky are moving and the flowers are welcoming the moon? He is busy. Remembering the floating life becomes a dream, and it must eventually come to an end. Feelings
If you don’t refine elixirs and don’t sit in meditation, you will eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are tired. In his career, he is both a painter and a poet, tracing lace and willow edges. The bodies in the mirror look young and old, and the couple in front of the lamp have the same full moon. Thousands of happiness, thousands of drunkenness, idle people in the world and immortals on earth. And Shen Shitian’s poem on falling flowers
Don’t boast about the myriad of purples and reds. Nowadays, white butterflies are passing over the neighbor’s house. Zhaojun met Mao Yanshou by chance, but Emperor Yang could not keep Zhang Lihua. The youth in the deep courtyard is blank, and the red sun in the plain is setting in the west. There are small bridges and flowing water in the quiet villages. There are no singing orioles or barking frogs. Untitled
Confucian scholars are too stupid to make plans, and their business is in hair cones and inkstones. In the past, people carried wine and wrote poems in the hope of buying fish. Untitled
Understand the first place in the imperial capital, and return to the old thatch. There is no room for laughter in standing upright, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are born in the pen. Mountaineering
Up and up and up again, up to the high mountains. With your head raised, the red sun and white clouds are low, and you can see all the seas and lakes. Untitled
There is not much enjoyment in sleeping, and I am not in the mood after all in middle age. Most people in the world are driven by chickens, and they can't help themselves to gain fame. Untitled
Mayflies are counted in this life, and in the blink of an eye, a black head turns to a white one. How many years can a hundred years have, and there is no reason for a counterfeit note. Where is Kong Sheng now? The Xiao Cao of the past is gone. You must drink when you are drinking, for the green hills will smile and make people sad. Replying to Wang Luji at the banquet
I looked at the heroes of the past and generously offered them a glass of wine. The rebirth of righteousness despises the confidant, so he becomes a great person with others. When I look at the talents of today, I don't care about them with their hearts, but with their faces. The wine is not yet cold when the wine is poured in front of me, and my heart has changed while my face has not changed. A mere village has become an old one, and no one can be a hero. But I hate today's people as much as I did in the past, and sing loudly about cutting down trees and sending waves to the waves. Mr. Gan called me a strange scholar and said that there is no one like me in the world. It's no wonder that I am mediocre and mediocre. I have wine to drink with you. After understanding, I thanked the boss
It is not suitable to pursue woodcutters and fishermen if you are ambitious, and you are ready to rule out good luck. The sword is worth a hundred gold, and the jade is suddenly sold after being deposed three times. Hong Ling dares to look forward to next year's cake, but Huang Ling is deeply ashamed to write this day. The three strategies are not ancient poems, so how can God boast about them? Lushan Mountain
How high is Kuanglu Mountain? How high is Shanyu Mountain? Eat a cup of vinegar and practice glutinous rice? , ride a donkey to see Xianglu Peak. Who is wearing a black hat on the river to cross the water? People in white clothes are gathering pine trees on the edge of the rocks. There is an old saying: "The years are left behind by grinding the cliff, but after reading it, it disappears and is repaired." Song of Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutter
The fisherman's boat is parked by the East Sea, and the woodcutter's family lives in the Western Mountains. The two of them lived in mountains and rivers, thousands of miles apart from east to west. Suddenly we met one day, with short and fluffy hair all over his head. We sat around until the sun was shining at noon, talking to each other about how deep our love was. There is a big tree deep in the cloud, and there is a tiger in it that eats human flesh. It is better to collect short-term wages in the plains, and it is more shameless and carefree. There are huge scales in the river water, and the waves are shocking? x people. It is not as clear and shallow as the reed catkins, with no waves and no resentment. Now I want to tell you where to stop and to be careful about the beginning in everything. It is better to seek business from a stable place and avoid entering high mountains and deep waters. Picture of Burning Medicine
When people come to plant apricots, they find it in vain, just like the deep paths in Lushan Mountain. Always go to the main road in silence, and don't be busy and enjoy the quiet time. I wish to follow the spring breeze that turns into rain, but I don’t want my heart among the clouds to be the same. I've been suffering from lung diseases recently, and it's like Zixue is bothering me. Yuefu? Dan Ge Xing
The bottle of wine has been aged for a long time, but I can't lift it if I want to. Feeling grateful for the past, angry and resentful. The sun and the moon are long, and my life is gone. The people's words are not deceived, and they go out at night with candles. When I'm in my room during the coma period, crickets are everywhere. The cutting silk is more beautiful than the spring, and the common people are sad. Worry comes like a silk thread and cannot be cured. The cuckoos in Lunshan want to come out of Wuqi. As bright as a hole, there are no fireflies. Silent and speechless, the rat weeps blood when thinking. Frost falls? c is floating, the crow has no nest. The feathers are thin, and the male and female trumpet. Yuanzi Suying sweeps the atrium. Wandering around, looking up at the Chinese star. There will be less suffering in the days to come and more suffering in the days to come. If people live in peace and happiness, how can they know anything else? Yuefu? Meeting on the road
When we meet in a narrow and evil place, the carriage is choked and the horse cannot spin. Although it is said that it is a foreign country and county, it is not related to the past life. He took off his hubby and rolled up his whip. He bowed his head high and asked the king. The daughter's younger brother is newly favored, Ada Li Yannian. How can we make love? The bowl comes from Khotan.
The female dream and the green pine are meant to be in love. Ode to the Huai Poem
The gloomy beams and plum blossoms, falling off? [? _ device. The calendar is late in the empty mountain, and the ice and sleet are coming. There is nothing to say about decay, it is magnificent. The scholar's head was blank, and he sighed and shed tears. Poems about Huaihua
The cold sounds of the bushes gather, and the bushes are quiet and dark. The frost is approaching the twilight of the year, and the heart of a gentleman is revealed. Shooting dry cover Yuzhang, regret from ancient times to the present. ? Ogu lost the yellow bell, and Daya became the correct sound. I will drink wine and fight for my son, and tune the harp for me. Looking up at the grass and trees, the world is ups and downs. Traveling to Jiao Mountain
Looking for Brahma in the turbulent currents? x, the period of drinking wine and diarrhea. There is a natural chasm in the northwest and a lack of land in the southeast. The high platform is flat, and the chime is clear. Thousands of years of foundation for the king's inheritance, come and have something to think about. Yantan
Diaoji, an old friend of the Han Emperor, is still different from the past. The mountains are covered with green pine trees and the sound of woodcutter axes is heard, while the setting sun dries the clothes of the guests. Who will be herding the sleeping cow immediately? Corvette? oCountless flying. I am wandering around with porridge, where can I go in the vast rivers and lakes? Fisherman's Music
When Shitai was rich, rice was plentiful and rice was cheap, and he had quite a lot of money to buy wine. The sun was setting, the wind and waves were dancing, and the boats entered the harbor without any danger. Cooking fresh and hot wine invites you to sacrifice yourself, and the waves sing over and over again, imitating the boat. When I was drunk, I held up a cup of wine to the bright moon, claiming that this music could lead to immortality. Looking at the guests in the yellow dust road from afar, wealth and honor are like clouds to me? umbrella? Old Pictures of Xizhou Dialect
Drunk and sang wildly for fifty years, having fun among flowers and sleeping in the moon. His name is spread all over the country, but no one will believe that he has no money for wine. The book claims that he is a scholar, and everyone suspects that he is a god. These must be done diligently so as not to damage the sky on your chest. The garden is good
Thinking of beauties with beautiful faces and willowy eyebrows makes people feel as if they are in a daze. Helpless clouds and mountains cover the road, blocking the road from east to west, blocking the road from east to west. To the Bamboo Picture
The basket and ladle never tire of long-lasting serenity, and they show their humility as a good master. The couch is covered with yellow leaves, and the breeze blows every day. This gentleman is so young and forgetful about the contract, why should he only be tired of the guest star? The western steps are covered with moss and no trace of human life has been seen, and the relative’s eyesight has been green for hundreds of years. New Ji Picture of Kuangshan Mountain
Weng Xi drew the mountain in the early days of his youth, with pines and bamboos mixed together. It is doubtful that the accumulated rain is deep and moist, and it is not like floating clouds returning each other. The sky outside the world is green and autumn, and in front of the rock there are thousands of servant girls dawning in the distance. Tiantai is a place where cranes and deer are together, and I am afraid that I will return here. Chuihong Farewell Intention
Cuihong is not Baling Bridge, and it is a long way to see off guests. Looking west to the Taihu Mountain Pavilion and the moon, to the east the sea is connected to the tide. The wine ripples over the lotus leaves, don't miss the wicker branches. If you want to pass the cup, you will be judged late. The moon is bright, leaning on the pillar to call you to play the flute. Stone calamus in a painting pot
The water nourishes the spirit seedlings and the stone nourishes the roots, and the root seedlings are all in small pond pots. The evergreen immortal grass has a different kind of grace than the spring rain and the dew.
Get up early and sit in the empty court for examination, and the rice fields are very spacious. Hu Tong picks calamus leaves and sees the white dew in autumn. Landscape picture
The sound of Qingyuntai Palace Spring is separated, and the shadows of geese come across the river under yellow leaves. There is no such thing as a poet's good embrace, and the two guests of the west wind appear on the stage. Tired Embroidery Pictures
The night lilies are blooming in the garden, and the beauty stops embroidering to express her feelings. All flowers are embroidered with freshness and skill, but duck embroidery cannot make a mandarin duck. Picture of plum blossom branches
The east wind blows to see the plum blossom period, and the boat with flute and drum may be delayed. When the sun sets, the monk is afraid of going back, so he still carries his red sleeves around the south branches. Picture of the sound of pine trees on a mountain road
The wild road is crisscrossed in front of the mountain, and the sound of pine trees is offset by the sound of springs. If you try to listen quietly in silence, you will feel the sudden anger. Ode to Falling Flowers
Spring today is better than yesterday, and the southern Ruan is poorer than the northern Ruan. I'd like to ask the shepherd boy if he doesn't have any wine. Try to taste the pine nuts. Liu Rugao sent his concubine to Qiantang, and only after eight fights did he meet the God of Luo Water. So many beautiful flowers have been lost, and no one has ever seen them. Ode to Falling Flowers
The fragrant grass in the sun is long and the flute is lingering. At the end of spring, I am surprised and turn my head. The pattering scenery shakes the grass and trees, and the river flows in time. On the steps, I think about counting thousands of pieces of fat, and embroidering half a hook around the tree. Ninety-eight imperial edicts let the light shuttle go, feeling passionate and worried. Ode to Falling Flowers
Forbearance sweeps the remaining red flowers into piles, and ruins the buildings in the pink rain. A new flavor of clams is on the market, pelican? `The man is washing the cup. I am willing to sing Li songs to send spring away, but regret to teach Jie drum to remind me clearly. If you make a lot of money if you don't make money, I will grow old. I know you can make a lot of money next year. Ode to Falling Flowers
It can be said that I am tired of traveling, and Du Fu can't help but feel sad when spring is hurt. I hold my head on my head until I am drunk, and I am afraid of leaning against the building when facing the flying flowers. It's hard to let go of thousands of pieces of wind, but people can stay after the fifth watch. Yan'a's feet lift up to the sky, and they are like a vast mound of earth through the ages. Odyssey of Falling Flowers
The ants have finished their spring outing, and the white butterflies and wasps are each worried. On the surface of the pool, people gather together in the wind, while in the street, people disperse and take a break. The sticky sun and moon have no long-term strategy, and the wine has immediate worries about tea. Su Xiaodi raised his head when he tried to test, and the blue clouds gathered across the red building at dusk. Ode to Falling Flowers
The stream flows eastward and the sun turns west, the apricot blossoms are scattered and the grass is luxuriant. The mountain man is already drunk when he wakes up, and the wild birds are singing like songs. In the Sixth Dynasty, the ladies of the country were buried in mausoleums, and in the Five Tombs, there were chariots and horses and family concubines. Neighbors are thanking each other, but looking at their flower companions, they are carelessly hand-in-hand on the street. Ode to Falling Flowers
The return of spring cannot last even a moment. It is better to know whether there are any left in the rainy season. New grass grows all over the sky and the sky is green, and the faded appearance changes to the vermilion in the mirror. Yingmen did not meet the incense-stealing rafter, but he fell into the rain and became a man who chased the smelly man. No regrets, no tears, no regrets, my eyes should be withered on my pillow when I come in the morning. Ode to Falling Flowers
The stinging swallow has not yet returned to its nest, and the villagers are drunk and supporting their children. The pink flower turns into a scoundrel, silently complaining about selfish desires. The two faces are rouged and open to the north, and Xi Shi is buried in the wind and rain at the fifth watch. I brushed myself on the bed and painted clear pictures, and a wisp of tea smoke rose from my temples. Ode to the Falling Flowers
Spring ends in sorrow and illness, and the flower branches are exposed to rain and wind. The old white on the temples is replaced by new white, and the dark red at the bottom of the tree is replaced by light red. The leaks have been carved with incense and seals, and the money bag is as empty as the wine glass. I always go to the east road of Xingle City, east of the green grass pond. Ode to the Picture of Falling Flowers
Cui Hui wrote the truth in the mirror, but who in Luoshui wrote about the spirit in the mirror? The sequence of the chapters goes by in a blink of an eye, and the beauty of the lead is lost and the spring is gone. The beauty sheds three bones, and the fragrance of the purple road disappears a foot of dust. I walked around the tree a hundred times and said to myself, who will be the hooker next year? Song of a Year
There are three hundred and sixty days in a year, ninety in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Winter is cold and summer is hot, and the cold is like a knife and the heat is like a scorching sun. Spring, March and Autumn are mild on the 9th, with mild weather and lots of wind and rain.
There are few good days in a year, let alone sighing at the beautiful scenery. Beautiful scenery and good times are encountered, and there are pleasures and pleasures. If you don't burn a tall candle to illuminate the fragrant bottle, you are still living in this world in vain. The ancients were so enlightened that they encouraged people to come out at night and hold candles. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, but I say a thousand pieces of gold can't buy it back. Inscribed on Zhang Mengjin's Half-length Beauty Picture
Whoever writes about romance with a wonderful pen will stop writing when he reaches the romantic point. I remember we met each other in the past, deep in the peach blossoms but short of a wall. Traveling on the sand, boudoir love
It’s no wonder that spring is so early this year, so it’s so nice to be left out in the boudoir. Because he never comes back, and when he is sad, he just chants the fragrant grass. The two aunts of Nair came with me, and I knew what was going on. There is no need to look back and laugh every step of the way when you are looking for flowers and taking advantage of the butterfly's good time. --(Spring) The sun is shining brightly in the beginning, so why not escape the heat? The green courtyard is filled with lotus fragrance and the fragrance of Nagisa. Curling jade? Is it a bad news? There should also be less writing partners. It's already boring, so it's better to go back. It's often difficult to find pleasure. I will send a glass of wine to my sad soul, and I will go find a better place tomorrow. --(Summer) During the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the cool breeze is slightly amused, but the hibiscus is just a flower? Branches, treasure bottles are readily available, and all you need to enjoy when you return is wine. Three cups of drunkenness will destroy the city of sorrow. When you wake up, you will be sad. It's easy to say goodbye. I don't go to see the plum blossoms for a while. There is a tree in bloom in front of the window, and I am speechless and overwhelmed with emotion. The geese in the sky are crying and I am extremely sad. --(Winter)
A cut plum blossom
The branches are red and covered with moss and green on the steps. Du Yu’s voice, Du Yu? How long will it take for you to miss lovesickness? It’s hard to know what will happen next, and it’s hard to predict what will happen next. How can I express this feeling? Behind closed doors. Live up to your youth, live up to your youth. Who is enjoying the pleasure? Crying marks, thousands of crying marks. Look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. Do you still miss you when you are walking? Guo Chaohui. In the late spring, I try Dongguo's shoes and socks, and the green pond is immersed in the shadow of the red bridge. The ancients walked and saw that their white hair was as dust.
Life is short, time is short, tears are stained? Cast tripods and bells to confer nobility, and names are given to heroes. The sound of birds picking through the curtains startled people. Dreaming back to Butterfly Wushan Temple. ?quiet. Afraid of the harp and harp tonight, Afraid of the harp and harp tonight. Where are you making adjustments? The people are quiet, the orioles are fine, and the flowers are falling behind the door. Fortunately, I am not here. I am ashamed to see you. I have no way to see the sky. If the sky is willing to be comprehensive, unless it is seen in a dream? The wind, the clouds, the shadows, the mountains and the light? Indica? null. Why is it that lonely people are always independent, just because they are full of poetry? If we meet someone who has a close friend, we can build a house with thatch everywhere. Picture of the snow in Hanguan County
The snow in Hanguan City is crowded with travelers, and the donkeys are lightly loaded. The picture of the Xuge Pavilion is cool in the evening. The picture of the Xuge Pavilion is next to the stream, and the feet are cool in the evening. The picture of a girl on a spring outing in the mountains with thousands of dendrobiums in front of the threshold.
The spring snow disappears in front of the female mountain, a picture of fairies traveling with soft apricot hair on the roadside
The cold snow comes in the morning to fight the new wind, and the jade hibiscus blooms all over the mountains and the fish hide in it
Taohuawu on the Lake , Bianzhou letters were exchanged. There are floating breast ducks in Puzhong, sitting on wooden boards and writing couplets that never get tired of poetry. After Han Meng returned, who dared to tease the rabbit hair? Huaixian wanted to play Yi Lan Cao, and a guest brought his qin across the bridge.