There is no proof behind the green note. I misunderstood the peach blossoms. Who asked Liu Lang for the message, looking forward to Yuxi River on the road. The coming of spring can hurt your mood infinitely. If you want to write a red title, please send it to me. The east wind blows down a garden of flowers, leaving nothing to write about the new sadness in my hand. ——Kang Yu, Song Dynasty, "Jade Tower Spring Order" Yulou Spring Order
Kang Yu, Song Dynasty
There is no evidence for the appointment after Qing Jian. I misunderstood the peach blossoms. Who asked Liu Lang for the message, looking forward to Yuxi River on the road. Kang Yu, whose courtesy name was Boke and whose name was Shun'an, was from Luoyang and lived in Huazhou (now Hua County, Henan). Life is unknown. Tao Anshi prefaced his poems and quoted him as saying: "In the past, I was in Luoxia. I received scriptures from Chao Sizhang Yi Dao and calligraphy from Chen Erzhang's uncle Yi." At the beginning of Jianyan period, Emperor Gaozong was stationed in Yangzhou, and he wrote " "Ten Strategies for ZTE" became famous for a while. When Qin Hui was in power, he attached himself to Hui to seek advancement. He became one of the ten guests of Hui's family, supervised the six departments of the Shangshu, and specially composed the lyrics. In the 17th year of Shaoxing (1147), he was promoted to be the military weapons supervisor and became the director of the Fujian Appeasement Department in charge of machine writing. After Hui's death, he was removed from his post and assigned to take charge of Qinzhou. In the twenty-eighth year, he moved to Leizhou and then to Xinzhou, where he died.
Kang Yu: The rain marks on the lake in mid-spring are as moist as crisp, the color of grass and smoke are almost non-existent, and the mist covers the sun as thick as fog. Partridges sing in the spring breeze, and they fight with the shy pink girl Qiongnu. Six beautiful bridges, ten miles of painting, the West Lake in February. When crossing Guazhou, the lotus flowers take off their brocade clothes and are harvested; the wind-green polygonum eagles and red ears are in autumn; the green willows on the embankments disappear and become long and thin. I feel sad when travelers come and go, and my love for farewell lasts forever. At the foot of Nanxu City, at Xijin Ferry, at the top of Beigu Mountain. On an autumn night in my hometown, a single leaf of the sycamore tree makes the autumn clear. Thousands of families pound the moonlight with anvils and pestles, and the mountains thousands of miles away increase their prosperity. Across from Baidi City in Saga, where can we spend the long night? The cold lamp flickers, the lone wild goose calls several times, and the dream breaks three times. ——Zhao Shanqing, Yuan Dynasty, "Double-tune Water Fairy_Rain on Zhongchun Lake"
Double-tune Water Fairy_Rain on Zhongchun Lake
Yuan Dynasty Zhao Shanqing
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The rain marks make things as moist as crisp, the color of grass and smoke are almost non-existent, and the haze of light is as thick as fog. Partridges sing in the spring breeze, and they fight with the shy pink girl Qiongnu. Six beautiful bridges, ten miles of painting, the West Lake in February.
Crossing Guazhou
The lotus flowers in Zhugong have taken off their brocade clothes and are harvested, the wind-green polygonums are green and the eagles are red in autumn, and the willows on the embankments are green and thin. I feel sad when travelers come and go, and my love for farewell lasts forever. At the foot of Nanxu City, at Xijin Ferry, at the top of Beigu Mountain.
Autumn Night in Hakka
A single leaf of the sycamore tree makes the autumn clear, anvils and pestles are used by thousands of families to smash the moonlight, and thousands of miles of Guanshan Mountains increase their prosperity. Across from Baidi City in Saga, where can we spend the long night? The cold lamp flickers, the lone wild goose calls several times, and the dream breaks three times.
▲ Bohai borders the southeast and Kunlun to the northwest. At that time, I pushed forward, but I knew that there was a universe in the universe. The wind wheel turns slightly at midnight, driving me to float in the sky and spread the scenery, crossing the sky in one breath. Looking down at the human world, the mist gathers dust. Wan Tianwu, Mo Hairuo, spitting and swallowing. It is better to count the years, eighty yang, nine and three yin. From outside the White Elm Star to the bottom of the black quicksand, the mountains and rivers are both level. No matter whether it is a first or last degree, one body is like silver. ——Song Dynasty·Cheng Bi's "Shui Diao Ge Tou (Wu Shu Zi Shou)"
Shui Diao Ge Tou (Wu Shu Zi Longevity)
Song Dynasty Cheng Bi
< p> Bo_ is bounded to the southeast and Kunlun is to the northwest. At that time, I pushed forward, but I knew that there was a universe in the universe. The wind wheel rotates slightly at midnight, driving me to float in the sky and spread the scenery, crossing the sky in one breath. Looking down at the human world, the mist gathers dust. The lotus on the que cover is withered, the leaves are dancing, the fallen leaves are green, and the remaining flowers are rustling. Dew drops drop on the sycamore trees, and frost touches the green bamboos. The scenery is sparse, the people are miserable, the heart is sad about separation, and there are tears on the cheeks. The shadows of the small peach blossoms on the half-curtain are sparse, leaving the windward door in the cold. The noisy night is filled with chilly cicadas, which makes me feel melancholy, and the westerly wind brings rain to the curtains at night. Clear the lamp a little, and you will know that the person is cool and unrestrained, and the shadow will accompany you alone. Drunk in the sky, the colorful fans in the sky write sentences in the air, and the brocade paper is repaired. Fish and geese are sparse at the ends of the earth, and clouds and mountains are blocking the way for thousands of miles. Lonely in the courtyard, my heart is full of love, but my brows are filled with sadness. Tianjingsha is blocking the joy of joy, and the fruit of heart poison is heart poison, and the flute-playing friends are separated. It is unspeakable, and it hurts so much that Luan Gu is so sad. The Golden Banana Leaf has no chance to feel like water and fish, but it has some coldness in pillows and quilts. Hell, we vow to each other, who will we tell from the bottom of our hearts. It’s hard to explain why my eyebrows are so crooked, it’s useless, and I need an uncle who has a common trowel. He must be a romantic and handsome man, but he dare not stand in the way, so as not to suffer quietly in front of the stars at the end of the month. ——Wang Xiufu of the Yuan Dynasty "The more the quails are fighting, the more the que is covered with the lot,"The more the quail is fighting, the more the lot is withered,
Wang Xiufu of the Yuan Dynasty
The lotus on the que cover is withered, the leaves are dancing, the fallen leaves are green, and the remaining flowers are rustling. Dew drops drop on the sycamore trees, and frost touches the green bamboos. The scenery fades away, the people feel sad, the hearts are sad, and the tears roll down the cheeks.
The shadows of the small peach blossoms on the half-curtain are sparse, leaving the windward households in the cold.
The noisy night is filled with chilly cicadas, which makes me feel melancholy, and the westerly wind brings rain to the curtains at night. Clear the lamp a little, and you will know that the person is cool and unrestrained, and the shadow will accompany you alone.
Drunk in the sky, the colorful fans in the sky write sentences in the air, and the brocade paper is repaired. Cape Read more∨