Spring and Shaohua are separated, and the oriole has three invitations to leave the group. Lao Danku sat in the sky like the palm of his hand, and Du Fu was half drunk without chanting. The waves outside the threshold leveled the city wall, and the wind in front of the embankment made soft skirts. Like smoke and willows by the lakeside in a dream, I remember the clouds above the mountains in the past.
? The pearls hidden in the far coffin are related to the hometown. The immortal spirit of poetry looks back, and the bones of ice are sinking to report the gushing spring. I intend to go to Malaysia with a hammer, but I don’t know how to enroll in the school. Qingshan Xin is older than Qiu, and the breeze blowing on his face is plucking the strings.
? Notes: 1. Yuandu: The book was mailed from my hometown by a friend. 2. In the reign of Tian Song, he was a sage in Yu County and a wise official in the Daoguang period of Jiaqing. It is a pity that the collection of poems has been lost.
? The sound of gold and stone walls is heard in mid-spring, and the big trees are coming to help the quails. A hundred years of wind and clouds have condensed with green ink, and a body is decorated with ribbons and numerous family treasures. I have been studying scriptures and dreaming for a long time, and my heartfelt music has left no trace on Du people. Because there are thousands of pines and forests, they take root and dare to wander around.
Note: "Yangtze·Shao Xue Chapter" The spring trees are blooming, and the quails are blooming in my hand.
Appendix: Poems by Mr. Zhao Laoyunfeng
Hello Ruihong, I went out to participate in an activity today and just came back. I am very grateful to read this masterpiece! Admire it very much! I would like to follow the original rhyme and pray for harmony.
The old tree has strong roots, and happiness will last forever. When you stand up, you should look up to the saints, and when you learn to take steps, you should look up to the virtuous ones. The thoughts of defending the Tao are floating in the sea, and the responsibility of rejuvenating the country is the responsibility. Where can I find a close friend? The high rhyme comes from the clear strings.
Gengzi Huan under the peach moon? Ninety-seven old and decrepit? Zhao Yunfeng made a long journey to Taiyuan to pay his respects.
The boss sincerely knows that it is difficult to write words, and the sky and the sea are brighter. The king's smile is like that of Yao and Shun. Passers-by are just writing books and don't take any time. The great Confucian scholar in the countryside has a bronze-bone horse, and the ancient road left by the wind is full of cold springs. Yi Ya promised to cross over from the beginning, but the harp has not been played for one hundred and seventy years.
The scene seemed vaguely familiar, and the past events of that year came before my eyes. Nothingness and everything are meaningless, and everything is worth a glass of nirvana. There is no trace of cause and effect, and there is no trace of death and life. There is no need to grieve. It is a good thing to be happy and sad to have my debts cleared.
I have been estranged from the world for many years since I closed my door, so I forgot to live in Taniguchi. The eyebrows are not in harmony with the peace, and the old eyes are green and the book is separated from the generation. I have been with Heguang for a hundred and eighty years, and my mood has changed for half my life. None of the nine abilities? Zhaiyu, I read that the love is deep and the moon is over.
The dragon gate opens with a leap of fish, and the traces of the cold lamp are not far away after ten years. The ignorant young man once struck the water, but the old horse hesitated and gained weight. The scorching sun is three thousand miles away, and the single-plank bridge is green with sweat and rain. Zhijian's ancient history is unclear, but he still spontaneously conquered it in his dreams.
Every time when the weather is hot, the stream will not be cold this year. Sitting there, I heard that the sea was rising and dust was rising, and I heard that the Cangjiang River was covered with water. The bananas with round fan are worried about curling leaves, and the same root of orange and tangerine is bitter and scarred. Yun Zhai just finished writing, and the rain started to break up to say hello.
Note: Oranges that exceed the Huaihe River are called tangerines. The words come from "Yanzi Chunqiu Neipian Miscellaneous Part 2".
The heat and steam cannot be swept away, so why is the bitter summer so gloomy? The miasma is chained to the mountain, and the lotus leaf is low. It was thundering and raining suddenly. The wind is blowing from the willows on the Pu Tai, and we can expect the dancing of the witches.