Original text of Double Tune Lingbo Fairy:
Jin Yuanming planted chrysanthemums in chestnuts, Shaoping a young man planted melons, Lin Hejing was reflected in the fragrance of the moon, recalled Zhang Jiying of water shield perch, Zhan Qing Gao always False name. Guanglu wine supports his head to get drunk, and a high-ranking sheep wears its tail to support him, and he lives his life.
Stroking the sword in front of the lamp and listening to the sound of the rooster, playing the flute under the moon to attract the phoenix's crow. The word "fame" has no destiny, and it is impossible to imitate the gods. Where can Wu Nong return to farming? The sun and the moon pass by in leisure, the storms and dreams are frightening, and the creation is ruthless.
The hanging palace is of great use
Suddenly the dust is swept away from the chest, and it has been famous on the provincial TV station for a long time. The gentleman's ambitions are outside the world, and he dares to think that his world is narrow, and his rhetoric overwhelms Yuan Bai. He is an extremely talented person who relies on his heart and his tactics.
Congratulations to Zheng Dehui
The Qiankun Cream moisturizes the skin, and the beautiful articles fill the heart. The pen writes an astonishing sentence, explaining the twists and turns of today and the past, and the veteran in the world of poetry loses. The beauty of Hanlin and the music of Liyuan are due to the hard work that has been done.
Diao Quan Zhifu
Heart-to-heart friendship does not matter whether one is close or not. Who would have thought that as soon as I reached Jinling Road, I would sigh and die! Why not return to Dream West Lake? Where the soul comes from, it returns to its former home, which is clearer than plum blossoms.
Diao Fan Ziying
The title of the poem is "The Wild Goose Pagoda" describes the autumn sky, and the boat is filled with wine and drank in the evening breeze. The poems are prepared and drunk, and the people chant them leisurely, occupying the first place in the literary field, sweeping away thousands of military pens and Yuan Rong. Dreams of dragons and snakes, traces of lonely rabbits, and the sound of playing cymbals for half a lifetime.
Paying tribute to Zeng Ruiqing
Scholars in the world admire his high reputation, and children in the market chant Ruiqing. The people of Chu admire and respect him in his clothes and hats, and he is not frightened by favor or disgrace. He is happy and leisurely and can't understand the inheritance. The body seems to be here, death seems to be alive, and the pictures are still visible when thinking about the sound and appearance.
Diao Shen Hefu
He often writes He Tao poems in five characters, and one song can convey Guan Liu's poems. I have been practicing calligraphy for half my life, and I am the only master of Zhan Fengliu. I am the North and South Branch of Liyuan. Things at that time, think carefully, think carefully, it is not like it was then.
Diao Bao Jifu
His entire life as a ci poet was in government and business circles. He shrugs his shoulders like a wind demon, is heartbroken by hard work, and is always busy looking at glory. Discuss music, discuss teachings, and take charge of ostentation.
In memory of a father
All the people in Qiantang are scattered, but fortunately this person is still mature. Fearing that he would bear the fate of Xu Xing for Chaoyuan, Feng Xiao and He Meng were frightened, riding the sky wind straight up to Pengying. The Zhitang is quiet, the Hui tent is clear, and the moon shines brightly on the empty beam.
Hanging Fan Bingbu
Xiang Xin passed down his career and promoted his family's reputation, and Xi Xian Linchi broadcast his order's name. Cao Jiao Tong is only allowed to listen to his close friends, and selling for a thousand gold is not cheap. Who knows the talents of father and son? Ice is like jade, jade is like ice, and it is clearer than Hutian on the outside and inside.
A tribute to the beauty of the king
The heart of the Tao is pure and dust-free, and the harmony, grace and beauty have their own spring. The wind and moon of Wushan have been cleaned up, and every word is new, but all the poems about Sijun have stopped. Three lives of dreams, a hundred-year-old body, nothing but decaying grass and barren graves.
Diao Huang Derun
One mind is like a waterway for neighbors, four bodies are like spring virtues moisturizing the body, and he is so charming and talented. The car in front of you will follow in your footsteps, and the sky will fill the sky with this person. Qishan wind, Ludian Lin, there are Hengtun from time to time.
Hanging and sinking the arch
Lifting the beard makes the sentence carefully considered, and raising the pen is a good way to explain ridicule. Natural talents are hidden in your arms. Sighing that jade is confused, more often than not, when things happen in the world, the stone is high and the stone is high. Bees are the city, swallows have their nests, and the setting sun hangs in the desert for several times.
Dialogue with Zhao Junqing
In his spare time, he carves new words with his hands, and when he is drunk, he writes old poems with a brush, both of which are always written with the characters dragon and snake. It's hard to be like this without being romantic, and it's more literary and talented than ever before. Feeling the rain at night, dreaming of pear blossoms, sighing at the autumn wind, my hair on my hair, how long can I live in this world?
Paying tribute to Chen Yanshi
The palace walls have shown their loyalty over time, but how can they be ashamed of the frost in the imperial curtain? Why is it that in the midst of political slander, he is willing to take his leisure time, turn around and dream of entering Huai'an? When will you meet again? When will the hero's soul return? Looking to the southeast, you can see the three mountains.
Tribute to Liao Hongdao
Before the Jin Ou can be recorded in the human world, the Jade Tower will be taught in heaven. I hate that the sky is not as kind as me, and that I have not become famous. I lament that it is difficult to realize my ambition in life. Morning turns to dusk, spring turns to autumn, my fur is filled with tears for missing you.
Diao Sui Jingchen
The man who sings and twists his mustache is a poetry demon, and his eyes are drunk and drunk.
After half a lifetime, he started to compose Sanlu, and his sighs were translated into songs of sage dew, and his hair grew brighter in his spare time. Fame and fame pass by as time goes by. So what?
Diao Wu Zhongli
Words can sweep away thousands of soldiers, and a clever mind will cost you half your life. Laiwu was impoverished and contracted Wimmer's disease. He thought about God's extraordinary worldly affairs, which made the hero's hatred difficult to quell. The cold spring is pure, the green grass is fragrant, and it is the source of darkness.
Hanging Zhou Zhongbin
Danchi is unknown to Wang Louxuan, and Huang Shi should bury his injustice. The twists and turns of the intestines change. It is expected that life will also be at a loss, and I will sigh at the setting sun and cold smoke in the solitary grave. The sound of the spring under the bamboo is soft, and the shadow of the moon on the edge of the plum blossoms is reflected, because I miss you perfectly in singing and dancing.
Diao Qiao Meng Fu
I have had few close friends throughout my life, and I have paid great attention to several palace merchants. How much more can we argue about after a century? Empty win snow temple invasion! Cross the immortal bird road and go around the deep clouds. I want to hang my sword in front of the grave, but listen to the harp on my lap again. I carry my harp and drink wine to find each other. Poetry works: Double Tune Lingbo Immortal Poetry author: Zhong Sicheng, Yuan Dynasty Poetry classification: Nostalgia