Title on Junshan - Fang Qian, Tang Dynasty
I once met Magu outside Fang, and heard that Junshan has not existed since ancient times. Yuan is a stone on the top of Kunlun Mountain, blown down by the sea breeze into Dongting Lake.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Tour - Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian
The Yao grass is so green that it enters Wuling River in spring. There are countless peach blossoms on the stream, and there are orioles on the branches. I want to find my way through flowers, straight into the depths of white clouds, displaying my majestic rainbow. I'm afraid that deep inside the flowers, the red dew will wet people's clothes. Sitting on a jade stone, leaning on a jade pillow, brushing the golden emblem. Where is the immortal? There is no one to accompany me to the White Snail Cup. I am Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass. If I am not a red-lipped and red-faced person, why should I be roaring? Drunkly dancing down the mountain, the bright moon chases everyone back.
Two Late Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong - Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. Two or two returning Hong wants to break the group, Yiyi still looks like a person returning from the north. I know from afar that there are many winds and snows in the Shuo Desert, and I am waiting for the spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
Giving talents to join the army · Fourteenth Period - Wei and Jin · Ji Kang
Resting in the Orchid Garden, making horses in Huashan. The flowing boats are flat and the fishing boats are flowing along the river. Watching his return home, he waved his five strings. You are contented with your admiration, and your mind is too mysterious. Jia Bi fishes for the old man, but forgets the trap when he catches the fish. The people of Ying have passed away, who can say anything to them?
Qinyuan Spring · Rhyme Again - Yuan Dynasty · Zhou Quan
Chaos is cut open, the sky is dangerous and towering, and the east rock is steep. It is made of cloud marrow, standing high in the sky. The sky wind blows it apart, and a line opens in the center. Wonderful magical skills, high in the fairy world, the bird path is doubtful as Taibaixi. From a high place, I can see clouds booing on the belly of the rock, inspiring wind and thunder. The fragrance of fallen flowers dyes peach shoes. It's a great ambition to take a quick step into the clouds. He is a lonely man thousands of miles away, transcending the human world, and breaks a high branch to become a ladder in the middle of the moon. The pen is dipped in the Milky Way, the hand is touching the latitude of the sky, and I am smiling proudly at the wind and clouds into the grand title. Mocking the blue wall, sweeping dragons and snakes drunk with ink, flying and dancing around.
Four-Character Poetry - Wei and Jin Dynasty·Fu Xuan
Suddenly, the long time passes away, the fire is extinguished and the smoke disappears.
Yunyan - Song Dynasty·Zhang Qianheng
Crafted by nature, it is truly a cave. Once the python was driven away, but the dragon was allowed to sleep. The stone and cash are just enough, and the spring flows into the fairyland. Those who burn incense and teach me the way will still have their physical form.
Partridge Sky (Continuation of the Lotus Picking Song) - Song Dynasty·Ye Mengde
The dew is still blooming at dawn. The evening smoke disperses lightly and the rain is still light. The green mist is shaking in the dark, and the minnows are playing, and the red clouds are reflected in the jade. Love is tender, hate is Yiyi. I saw a boat returning by the sand. Who can interpret the new sound of dance and try to slim down the waist and circumference of six feet?
Ten of the ten unique pavilions on the road in summer - Song Dynasty · Cai Que
The noisy June is so vast that there is no place to visit, and I see Shuliang Bin in Shazhou. If there is a stream, there will be no path. If it sinks into the sea, it will raise dust.
Nian Nujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival - Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Looking far into the distance from a high position, you can see that there are no traces of clouds in the sky for thousands of miles. The osmanthus flies in, and where the light shines, the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, riding a luan to and fro, people are in Qingliang country. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance. I drunkenly clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and looked at each other as three guests. Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is today? He wanted to ride on the wind, but he turned over and returned. There was no use riding on the wings of a roc. In the Crystal Palace, a flute broke.
Forgetting Words - Wang Anguo of the Song Dynasty
Song Guojing was a filial son, and the east gate was destroyed and he was killed. The king of Chu had a slim waist, but his harem was exhausted and perished. Material sentiments and trust are pitiful, and favoritism can lead to life and death. You can be proud of your favor, but you can rely on it in death. I am thinking about that now, but I don’t have enough words to explain it. Disturbing the wisdom frightens the fool, and I humble myself to learn from the world. Boast out of the rainbow, suddenly fell into the dust. Although love and hate are human, honor and disgrace are angelic. There is no need to cherish gratitude, and resentment has already filled the world. In a hundred years of breathing, no one can stop me. The fittest silently peep, Yin and Yang drive the spirit. Why is it always there? One breath lasts for eternity. The origin is suitable for people, and it has been like this for many years. When I sigh, I talk about my own desires, and I am a man who forgets his words.
Looking at the sixty-four towers south of the Yangtze River, forty of them - Wei and Jin Dynasty Gao Xie
The mountain hut is good, so I tried my best to test the model. Occasionally, I carve out tree roots to make a short table, and I like to weave melon vines as a screen. I also feel like Xiao Longling.
Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon - Ming Dynasty·Wen Zhengming
Osmanthus flowers and floating jade fill the streets in the first month of the year, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds. I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.
Wei Yanghao - Song Dynasty·Han Qi
Twenty-four bridges have thousands of willow steps, and the spring breeze is ten miles away from the bead curtain.
Dream of Jiangnan - Song Dynasty·Zhao Ruqi
The curtains are not rolled up, and the drizzle is ripening the cherries. It's late again at Jixia Mountain, and a trace of Liangyue wine is beginning to fade away. The wind is tight and the catkins are high. There is little leisure time, and the young man is exhausted. Yesterday, I dreamed that I was drunk and riding a white deer, and the lake was full of spring water. Wash your hair and listen to the flute.
Qingpingle - Song Dynasty·Zhao Ruqi
The fragrance of Jinping faded. The cold clothes are light and tender. The swallow protects the mud and flies unsteadily. It is difficult to recognize the flowers in the courtyard. Double embroidered straps for a breeze. Begonia is hanging on the curtain this night. I am worried about losing some cold food, and the pale moon in the small window is red.
Manjiang Hong (inscribed by Fan Wei Meigu) - Liu Kezhuang, Song Dynasty
The red sun and yellow dust make you dream of the green foothills of a clear stream. Kong Jianxian, Jun's villa, a few lonely trees. When the bones are cold and the muscles are clear, the moon is preferred. When the weather is cold and the sun sets, bamboo is especially suitable. Thinking of my master, I walked around the mountain with my staff and shoes a thousand times, north and south. Ning Weijian, I hate the golden house.
Ning Ying Shui, shy silver candle. Sighing out the charm of the group, carrying the attire on the back, competing for the east neighbor Ji Fufen, who pities the people in the empty valley like jade. Xiao Lin Bu and He Xun wrote poems, but no one read them.