Three cups of sword dance autumn moon, suddenly singing and crying. At the beginning of the phoenix, purple mud appeared, and the emperor called it a royal banquet.
Praise the Lord for nine days, stir up red waves and green sages. Turn the dragon into a dragon and give coral a white jade whip.
The world doesn't know that Dong Fangshuo, the great hidden Golden Gate, is a fallen fairy. Xi Shi Ying smiled and frowned, and the ugly girl was tired.
Although the king loves moths and eyebrows, there is nothing he can do to kill people in the palace! "partridge sky, full moon, bright lights" Song name, full moon, bright lights, hand in hand with Lang to the final door. Greedy to watch the crane attack, I don't think the mandarin duck is lost.
At dawn, I am grateful to the emperor. Pass on publicity, send drinks and a cup tour.
I'm afraid I'll be blamed by Weng Gu when I go home and steal the gold cup as evidence. "Partridge day, curling for one night" Songshi swims curling for one night.
Wu Geng is happy to move the flood furnace. In front of the door, peaches and plums were collected, and in court, Lan Zhi watched the trend of carp.
Spring pulse, grass heart Su. Embroidery takes time.
I tried to ask the seamstress who mended the seam, but I really didn't add a thread. "Jade Case Yuan Xi" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji opened thousands of trees in the east wind night.
It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread.
The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. "Farewell to Furong Inn and Xin Qiji" Tang and Wang Changling entered Wu on a cold rainy night and saw Fujian alone.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Tang Libai, one of the four poems of drinking alone the bright moon, drinks alone with me from a pot of wine among the flowers. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
"Linjiang Fairy Rolling the Yangtze River East" shows that Yang Shen is rolling the Yangtze River East, and the waves are all heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.
I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.
Tang and Wang Changling's "Two Poems of Lotus Inn Parting Xin Qiji" are cold and rainy, and at night, Fujian and the area are plain and bright. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
It's autumn in the south of Danyang, cloudy and deep in the north of Danyang. High-rise buildings should not be drunk, lonely and cold.
Tang Censhen, a 70-year-old man, also sells wine and thousands of pots and pans. Elm pods on the roadside are as smart as money. Will you pick them to sell wine?
Drink poison to quench thirst Tao Yuanming's Autumn Chrysanthemum in Wei and Jin Dynasties has good color and more beautiful appearance. Chrysanthemum wine is in the heart, the heart is more beautiful, and the feeling of avoiding customs is deeper.
The wine in the glass waved, and then held the glass. As the sun sets, birds call to Lin Huan.
Intoxicated in the east window, let this life be this life.
2. Ode to the Twelve Rhymes of Tea, an ancient poem about teapot (Miracle Yanwu Pailv in Tang Dynasty), makes a hundred herbs as the spirit, making a hundred herbs come first. It is sweet to spread all over the world, and your name is in front of the fire. There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time. The title comes from Zeguo, dedicated to Qin Jing. New sense of smell, light bones. Study the voice of Tianzhu, and take a detour around Shu Mountain. Mica slips and falls. It's better not to put it in the cupboard than to give it away. I tried to fix things, which was wonderful for Mr. Lu. Pagoda (Tang Yuanzhen)' s poem "One-character to Seven-character Poetry Tea"-tea, fragrant leaves, buds,-love, poet. When the lamp comes out of the tripod, the shadow of the hairpin is heavy; The servant girl holds the spring sleep and tastes the dusk sorrow; Because of sitting for a long time, the moon turns to the night makeup building. Xia Xian (Tang Zhangji) was riddled with diseases and was idle for another year. The medicine depends on the morning and evening, and the tea is too late to fry. The day after tomorrow, the grass grows and the warbler flies. By this time, the dream is far away, and I don't feel that I am on the other side of the mountain. The purple bud of Shengshan Chaling (Tang Zhangji) in Weikai Prefecture is an even pistil, and the first direction is. Flying magpies print fragrant wax slices, and Monkey Creek takes a Mulan boat. Golden trough and agarwood powder, ice bowl containing wisps of light smoke; Gifts are the most different, and it is appropriate to cook northern mountain springs at night. "Tea in the Gorge" (Tang Zhenggu) was exposed with new flowers and was fried in Xiaojiangyuan. Monks in Wu always say that it is good to crow mountains, while those in Shu don't praise birds' beaks. It's light green when it's half-seated, and a few pieces of it are light yellow when it's open. If the sick man doesn't return home, you will know that spring tastes longer if you are thirsty for wine. It means that a pot of flowers is full of rain. On the 9th, I had tea with Lu Yu (Tang Jiaoran) in Jiuri Mountain Buddhist Temple, and the chrysanthemum in Dongli was yellow. The laity is full of wine, who will help the tea. The more people leave me a tea song (Tang Jiaoran), the more I get a golden bud and a golden tripod. White porcelain smells of snow. Drink my god again, and suddenly it is like flying rain and sprinkling light dust; After three drinks, you get the message. Why bother? This thing is lofty and ignorant. The world drinks too much and deludes itself. Watching the night in Bi Zhuo urn and laughing in front of the fence in Tao Qian, Cui Hou sipped his mouth, and his crazy songs were amazing. Who knows if the tea ceremony is true? Only Dan Qiu can do it. The tea student in Xiyuan (Don Wei Wu Ying) can't be polluted. He is tired of drinking dust. This thing believes in spiritual taste and originated from mountains. Talking about the reasons for managing the county, I led you to plant wasteland; Happiness grows with grass, so you can chat with your friends. In February, Mingpo (Tang Xisheng) lived in Grain Rain. On Banpo, fragrant tea was delicious. The wine in spring is thirsty, too. I can't bear to take the new buds to pick and fry. Huzhou Gongbei New Tea (Tang Zhangwengui) is half-baked in spring, and Xian 'e enters the water and pulls open the royal curtain. Peony flowers smile at gold. Touch everything with your hands. Knock on the stone to get fresh fire, leave a spring to avoid fishy scales, follow the wind to get the moon, and fall into the nest to get paid. Clean colors are refreshing, elegant and diligent. It's like pointing to spring when you pick a mountain. Xiang porcelain is full of light flowers. Wash it. This tour just woke up. Send a few lines to Lian. And (Tang Qianqi) forgot to mention purple tea at the tea party, and all the guests were drunk and dizzy. It's hard to enjoy the dust, but cicadas are swaying. Between the fireworks in the spring and the tea drinking in Qingshan Lake (Tang Lingyi), I fell in love with this mountain by sitting and drinking fragrant tea. I can't bear to go to the boat under the rock, and the stream is gurgling at dusk. "Qinqin" tea is more leisurely when you are not studying. The only thing I know in the harp is "backwater", and the old tea is Mengshan. When I was poor, I couldn't go back today. In the evening, you will hear the banquet of Changzhou Chashan Pavilion and Cuihuzhou (Tang Juyi). At night, you will hear that there will be a tea mountain night, and all the bells will surround you. The plate will be divided into two States, and each state will make a spring in front of the lamp. Shan Tong knocked on the tea mortar between the bamboos. The poetry circle (Tang Du Mu) is empty, and the ten-year-old boy does his duty. Nowadays, tea and cigarettes are blown out by the wind beside temples. The tea songs of the Taoist priest in Xiling (Ting Yun, Tang Wen) splash the chest sinus through the stone veins, and the green dust worries about the spring scenery of the grass. The flowers in the well water smell delicious.
3. Shizan teapot 1, teapot
Author/Shen Modern
Welcome pine shaped like Huangshan Mountain.
Warmly welcome rare guests with open arms.
There is a green slug on the ampulla of the white pottery teapot.
Jump to the top of the green cabbage
Use the cursive script of "clearing heart"
It's only released on holidays.
Father made brick tea.
Set the tea bowl "Feng San nods"
"Don't point the spout at the guests."
Talk to me to remember.
Have a cup of tea and talk about the thousand-year-old events.
Drink and keep thinking about next year's harvest.
Chata is light and tasteless.
Cabbage and fruit are still busy.
After decades, things have changed.
Turn out the teapot occasionally.
Make tea, miss old friends, and clear your heart.
The spout is blocked.
I can't pour water.
It, accustomed to the ancient cheap brick tea.
It's annoying to put a handful of Dongting Biluochun.
2. Old teapot
Author: Tian Bin Hyundai
The old teapot is still there.
Mother's rough hands
A polished old teapot.
Still there/still there
There is an old teapot on the table in the hall.
Once full of maternal love.
I come home from school.
Always holding a teapot.
Enough drinking.
Now mom's gone.
The old teapot over there.
Like a mute who doesn't talk
Leave the old house empty
Every time I go home, I will see that old teapot.
There is always sadness that can't be erased.
Haunt one's mind
Step 3: teapot
Author: Longchi Modern
Don't think that you can suffer by putting it on fire.
You can chin.
A lot of words
Jiaozi rolled in his belly.
Say or not?
Anyway, it's all disdain
The flames were blazing.
Blow the whistle easily
A string of bubbles
Blow it out like a fart
Boxing loose platform
Water is a liquid.
Just like language and thought.
keep the mouth shut like a bottle
Do not interfere with communication.
That moisture
Not necessarily in the cup.
Or drink it into your stomach.
4. Teapot
Author: Modern Maohong
I faced the teapot all afternoon.
Silence is like a piece of tea in water.
And the original soup with red color.
Once upon a time, in an ancient river.
Courtyard man, teapot outfit.
Too much breath, from Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Cheongsam, oil-paper umbrella; From under the ancient bridge
Small boats keep flowing.
Too much inspiration, too much poetry.
Until, I went back
The heart of a teapot is always like a whirlpool.
On the undulating water, ups and downs.
I walked by in the shadow of the teapot.
The scenery, also gradually.
Resurrection, live a chic and happy life.
5. Teapot
Author: Modern Week
Today, you put boiling water in the teapot.
Tomorrow will be a day like tea.
You put the sun in the teapot during the day,
At night, I poured out a little dreamland.
In spring, you put your dream tea in the teapot.
You can pour out your ideal harvest in autumn,
In winter, you will slowly taste the harvest poured into the teacup.
Put my thoughts in the teapot,
Will pour out a circle of homesickness ripples wandering in the cup,
Homesickness is in the slow taste of your sip.
You put honesty and tolerance in the teapot,
You will pour out a harmonious society.
You put nature in a teapot,
You will pour out a colorful life.
Life, big, big,
Small, but also very small,
It's actually just a teapot.
There is boiled water every day,
You put colorful tea leaves in the teapot,
You will pour out a rich life.
Teapots, cooking, life,
Everyone was drunk,
It's just that I'm alone in there.
-Tea!
4. What are the ancient poems about teapots? 1. "Twelve Rhymes of Chanting Tea" Time: Tang Author: Let a hundred herbs be the spirit, and a hundred herbs can be made first.
Gump's words spread all over the world, and your name was before the fire. There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time.
The title comes from Zeguo, dedicated to Qin Jing. The sense of smell is new, and the taste of bones is weak.
Research the sky column ring, pick around Shu. Foucault sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies in shock during the day.
The horn is full of fragrance and the furnace is green. Remember the cold spring at night, and think differently.
When the pine branches rotate, mica slides down. It is quite expensive for someone to return it, especially if it is not enough.
I have tried to practice the law, and Mr. Lu is wonderful. 2. "ladle water tin can" Time: Song Author: melt into the drip pool, and the new lotus splashes beads.
It's better to have a rest day and night than to have a rainy day in June. 3. "Show and Share the New Room" Time: Song Author: Su Shuhua made some seemingly unfair remarks, so what's the point of expressing regret?
It is appropriate to throw a film at the right time, talk about teasing and smile. Draw a pot of tea on the mountain brake, and the craftsman only does things.
Mai Qiu Mei Linrun's erotic drama travels in an extraordinary way. 4. "Hanging Pot" Time: Song Author: Hanging Pot as big as a bucket, purple taro five feet high.
Things can look on the bright side, full of perfection. People are worthy of heaven and earth, and there are also rules of human nature.
Full is waist, not full is metatarsal. 5. "Yoshioka Fried Tea" Time: Song Author: Su Shi's flowing water still needs to be cooked with live fire, the stone is deep and clear, the big ladle is stored in the spring urn, and the small ladle is divided into the river in the night bottle.
Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound. It is not easy to ban three bowls when heartbroken, but it is longer to sit and listen to the lonely city.
5. What are the ancient poems about silver pots? 1. "The Night of the Last Yuan Dynasty" Tang Cui's liquid jade leaked silver pot and the iron gate was locked.
Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light? 2. "This is the way it is." Liu Keke Zhuang raised peony from Xinquan, and the silver pot was full of fear of spring. During the day, a reward from the east wind evil is to cover the window against the cold at night.
3. "Qingzhou Song" Wu Mingbin Qingzhou Gaocheng is majestic, and the city gate flies to Qionglou. Yu Linbi is like a bear and tiger, with swords and halberds shining in the cold light.
Incense dust rises all the way, and horses and chariots compete for water. Liu Ying is covered with green scales and trees.
The uterus at the bottom of the craggy city gate, heaven and man are far away from the East China Sea. The sea mirror is quiet, and the whales and salamanders dare not raise the wind.
Upstairs, the silver pot leaks, and the horned dragon draws the frost moon. Xiao Sa plum blossom cold sound, blowing sideburns like snow.
4. The old prostitute of Lishan Mountain (making up the legacy of Tang Tianbao and playing Bai Letian), the autumn wind and willow withered in the Ming Dynasty, and Coody Leng Furong fell to Zhu Fang. What about Leng Xiang and Evening Color? Li Shan Tang Ji Jiao Fang is a woman.
Flying moths sweep the blue mountains, cicadas throw clouds and spit fog. When the makeup is not updated and enchanting, the state is still old and charming.
I traveled in Xianyang yesterday and traveled all over Xizhou. From Qingshan to Shuanglong Que, the green water crosses Wufeng Tower.
The beauty of the south is scattered, and the son of Chang' an is jade. Silver pot to send wine green silk around, white teeth snow feast.
Pipa flute is empty, Tang Jimiao. Playing a song for a long time makes you shy and strong.
Move the column into a row of geese, and people will be happy before they adjust their strings. Bow your head, shuffle cards, and point at people.
The building is high in rhyme, and the lamentation stops for a moment. When I first heard it, it was like a storm, and then I played Feng Huangming.
Clear as a jade girl playing in the sky, strong as a carving. When the stream was covered with ice, it suffocated. In spring, Lei Zhen's stone suddenly fell on the mausoleum.
From the grave to the clear sorrow, the sound of clear sorrow is getting smaller and smaller. The four lonely buildings are all lonely, and the lingering sound has been broken.
Dissolved and graceful, sad and graceful. The boudoir breaks the worm and complains about the cold night, and the shallow valley warbler breaks the spring dawn.
I wander in hatred and sadness, and I don't want to rest in gentleness. Cai Jia is sad and purple, and Ban Ji fan covers the clear autumn.
The bright moon in front of the building is like practice, and there are no clouds outside. Before the filming was over, the new song suddenly passed Xiaoliangzhou.
"Liangzhou" turned to noon, when Tang Ji was the only one. Yinjia was too sad to fight, and her heart was broken.
Low cage green sleeves press sweet tears and turn joy into sorrow. Tell a story about the rich and the poor in one's life, and pity the whole world.
Recalling that Kaiyuan was peaceful and my son grew up in Tianjing. Thirteen students are surprised by dancing, and fourteen students are good at playing guzheng.
Yu Rong is shy, the flowers are long and graceful, and the palace waist willows are lighter. The spring cold never leaves the mandarin duck pillow, and the peacock opens on a sunny day.
Young Qinchuan visitors in Wuling compete for the good colors of their children's homes. Swimming in the rain is the most annoying, better than Yu Xiao.
Every generation cherishes fame. Thanks to the situation, I went to the imperial court and turned around with the dragon to wait on you.
Haiyan River is quiet for a long time, and the four barbarians pay tribute to the court. Yanfang has seen Li Dan and smelled the snow parrot.
Yaori incense car meets Zimo, and Feiyun draws Zhu Junzhu. There is a sea of songs in the air, and there is a beautiful city in Sanquan.
There are many pavilions and pavilions on Mount Li, and every family wears the sky. I live in Jiuzhong, and I only entertain myself when I am free at four o'clock.
The company has won the game, and the phoenix is nirvana. The pot flies and the jade girl raises more money, and the boat plays the golden dragon and moves the scale.
Courtiers preach and choose Jiao Yan, and children are privileged to follow suit. The shadow of Gong Shan has moved away from the rain curtain, and the sound of the mountain is boiling among the clouds.
Thousands of fire trees fight for the bright moon, and thousands of fire lotus fight for the rainbow. The lyrics of Midnight turned to Snow White, and the dance team of Nishang blew a whirlwind.
Song stopped dancing for a long time, and the silver Zheng entered the slender hand alone. The beauty of bright eyes is in front of us, and the beauty of eyebrows is behind us.
The strings jingle a few times, and the cool breeze around gives birth to affection. Qu Yanxin cut sepals and green flowers, and China officials urged wine.
Autumn moon revives spring flowers every year, with more in the palace and less at home. The charming smile is not worried about the palace anger, and the bright makeup is praised by the aunt.
Swim back to the road and look at the sky, and walk in the west wing at night to worship the crescent moon. The fighting grass in spring is accompanied by Guo, and the hidden color in the evening is accompanied.
In the following year, wild deer brought flowers to the forest garden. Iron riders come from the east to the phoenix, and Jin Gen likes to hunt moths and eyebrows far away.
There is no reply to the above phone, and the new nationality would rather not be sent. Around the arm, the golden ring is wide in rain and snow, and the wind is strong in Lingbo brocade socks.
The stars moved relentlessly and quietly returned to Mount Li. Purple is forbidden, no one is vanilla, and the rain on the Yao platform is covered with moss.
There are thousands of trees on the platform, and the dance pavilion is desolate and half-moon. Embroidering the autumn shadow of the pavilion is even more embarrassing, and the copper fairy shed tears and fell on the golden stem.
High arms and falling jade float, too b hook is insufficient. The cold fog of the ancient philosophers building is faint, and the longevity hall is ancient and green.
The palace wall tiles fell, I saw Artemisia, and the dust on the road attracted elk. Dancing horses and carving beds is annoying, and the flower slaves are surprised.
The newcomers in the old house make a banquet tour, and the family is wrapped in red brocade. Embroidered columns with bead curtains are dreams, and the phoenix tube wins always worries.
You should be ashamed of old songs when you listen to them. They are in their prime. It is difficult to ban the eaves and temples, and the old house is not suitable for autumn.
The dancer borrowed from her neighbor, and her companion only turned him away when he called. The face is green and fragrant, and the tears are snuff.
Worried about Huang Jinfeng, I played "Ghost Bird" in my dream. If you are not free from all your feelings, who does your heart trust?
No matter how long Tang Ji's words are, every sentence hurts. When the room is full of people, it is also a wave for me to touch the towel.
Who knows that the vicissitudes of life, wealth and floating clouds can be constant. Every time I look in the mirror, I smell sadness, so I raise my glass to persuade the streamer.
Don Quixote doesn't believe in evil either. Since ancient times, beauty has many lives but few lives. The whole Xizi city drove away the barbarians, and the beautiful princess married the desert.
There is wine and laughter in front of you, and there is leisure and sorrow outside you. The bright moon in Qiu Lai is a few degrees round, and flowers fall into the canal in spring.
Tang Ji's tears replied to her feelings. Please write "The Old Prostitute of Lishan Mountain". Long song is enough to comfort me all my life.
You don't know Jiangzhou Sima's name because of the water pipa. Sing a song for the wind and mourn the centenary of Qin Zheng.
5. "Bai Yu Four Seasons Ci" When Sun Yu Xunmen Road smoked, Jiang Guang covered the hibiscus. Yuyu shines on the boat, and you travel in the first summer vacation.
History is silent, but moths are competing to sing Bai Qing. Return air dance sleeve lifts for you, singing gracefully.
White Bai Rushuang, papaya is red. Xijiang River shines on Dongjiang River, and the silver pot of wine is full of joy.
6. Poetry describes a pot 1, a pot of wine
Song dynasty; surname
Su Shi
Xianger, clean night and dust-free
2, a pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.
bright
Yang Shen
Linjiangxian, the Yangtze River is rolling eastward.
3. An unfinished pot of wine
the Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
Sixteen Poems of Little Tao Qian Style
4.a pot of wine
the Tang Dynasty
Yu Li
Fisherman, the waves are full of meaning and heavy snow
5. A pot of wine is hanging beside the car.
the Tang Dynasty
Lipper
Xiangyang song
6. Sail around the kettle.
the Tang Dynasty
Lipper
Cry toward the Qing Heng.
7. Song Qing, a golden pot
Song dynasty; surname
Su Shi
Nan Xiang zi Han Yu delicate skin
8.a pot of wine
Song dynasty; surname
Su Shi
Xianger, clean night and dust-free
9, a song pour gold pot
Song dynasty; surname
Xiangziyin
The struggle between Nanxiang Zi Mei and Bai Xue
10, a pot of wine, drunk in the flowers
Song dynasty; surname
Zhu Dunru
Dong Xiange's birthday this year
1 1, a pot of Dan nine turns to spring
Song dynasty; surname
Zhu Dunru
The Fisherman's Pride: Jianshui Mountain never touches the dust.
12, and a pot of wine.
Song dynasty; surname
Li gang
"Water tune songs begin to retire"
13, where is the kettle?
Song dynasty; surname
Wang Zhidao
Huanxisha
14, a pear in Qiongpen
Song dynasty; surname
Dong ying
Shallow flattery
15, a pot of wine
Song dynasty; surname
Feng Shixing
The hard years of Moshanxi
16, double pot with a smile
Song dynasty; surname
Zengxie
Sun Yongxiang is pregnant with summer.
17, a pot of spring brew
Song dynasty; surname
Lu you
A falling rope, see through the floating void.
18, a pot of fragrant perfume
Song dynasty; surname
Xia Ding Yuan
Xijiangyue Ganlu Liquan descended from the sky.
19, a pot of books and a bed of wine
Song dynasty; surname
Zengbo Li
Minus magnolia, how can it be?
20, the days of one pot inside and outside.
Song dynasty; surname
Zengbo Li
"Water tune, last night was March 35."
2 1, drunk me a pot of jade
Song dynasty; surname
Fang Yue
Water, drunk me a pot of jade.
22. A pot of ice
Song dynasty; surname
Zhao Bi?
Partridges meet lakes and seas in the sky and enjoy the sound.
23. A pot of spring wine is on the staff's head.
the Tang Dynasty
Yan Lü
Seven words
24. A pot of wine is a career.
the Tang Dynasty
Yan Lü
Seven words
25. A pot of country wine and a piano
the Tang Dynasty
Yan Lü
Seven words
26, a pot of spring wine, drunk.
the Tang Dynasty
Yan Lü
Seven words
27. A pot of spring wine is on the staff's head.
the Tang Dynasty
Yan Lü
Seven words
28. A pot of muddy wine and two futons.
Yuan dynasty (1206- 1368)
Yuan Haowen
Partridge, it's just right to lose the floating name.
29. A pot of flat peaches for spring banquet
Yuan dynasty (1206- 1368)
Yuan Haowen
"Xijiang moon, white bones hide rhinoceros hair"
30. I will find a pot of early-maturing plums.
Song dynasty; surname
Lu you
early winter
3 1, find a pot quickly and get drunk.
Song dynasty; surname
Lu you
spring outing
32. Work hard with a pot; Western female employment
Song dynasty; surname
Lu you
Shenqiu peasant-style
33, through a pot of grass to eliminate the eternal day.
Song dynasty; surname
Lu you
Yexing
34. Plan to enjoy Huhe Road.
Song dynasty; surname
Lu you
go on a long journey
35, actually a pot
Song dynasty; surname
Taosun Ao
Qijia hotel
36. Don't be a pot of heaven.
Song dynasty; surname
Shi Chongyue
123 poems
37, especially a pot of days
Song dynasty; surname
Shi Weiyi
136 poems
38, virtual Ming swim practice Xi romantic pot.
Song dynasty; surname
Shi zhengjue
205 ode poems
39, don't have a pot of days
Song dynasty; surname
Shi zhengjue
205 ode poems