Twenty ancient poems by Du Mu

..... Crossing the Wujiang River [Dumu] Pavilion is sparsely populated, the night is longer, and the ancient city of Gusu is far away from trees. There are many tall buildings on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers are cool in the radio and television in autumn. The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass. Poets in the garden should think more, and don't be drunk and sing songs that cover up han tang.

..... [Du Mu] You listen to the big tree talking about Su Chuang Qin. Fish know more about the sea, but medicine knows less about mountains. The soil controls wuyue, and the country connects the pool. Mountains and rivers are in front, and military towns are in the country. The green water is cloudy and the moon is bright, and the Dongting is far away. Wine curtains are hung on the spring bridge, and tea is gathered at the night door. The shadow is warm and the stream is warm, and the apple is beside Guo Xiang. After winter, the wild vegetables turned green, and the plum trees in Lashan stopped blooming. The first half of the peak month is broken.

..... Wild rose [Du Mu] has soft leaves, and the rain is fragrant. The stone family is still here, leaning against the wind and not collecting the night.

..... Tanabata [Du Mu] has passed the clouds and the moon, so don't hate it until the New Year. I hate the car wash rain in the Ming Dynasty, and I don't teach my feet to cross the Tianhe River.

..... That is, there is no rain and long moss in the courtyard [Du Mu], and the courtyard is full of bamboo cultivation. Spring sorrow became a dream and was awakened by a wandering warbler.

..... Jinling [Du Mu] originated from Bijiangkou, which is broad and harmonious. The wind is clear in the boat, but it floats in the water at sunset. Guabu meets the tide, Taicheng crosses the geese. Where is my hometown? Beyond the cloud is Qiao Lin.

..... Wu Gong Ci II [Du Mu] The more soldiers drove the front again, Yue Nv sang Wu Ge. There are fewer flowers in the palace and more deer in Taichung. Connors was crying and winking at him. If you don't get drunk, the city will be full of green moths. The incense trail goes around the Wu Palace, in the sunset. Hemingshan is bitter and rainy, and the fish jumps over the water and the wind is strong. The city belt is green in the evening and red in the autumn by the pool. Who believes in loyalty abroad?

..... melancholy poem [Du Mu] naturally goes to school in the Spring Festival Evening, so there is no need to be melancholy and resentful. The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.

..... On the way to see my friend [Du Mu] off, the road is near the treetops, and leaves are flying all over the sky. I don't smell the early geese in front of my hometown, and I give cold clothes to my guests. Clouds are always difficult, and the book sword is long gone. One day, I will be with you, and I will take Priscilla with me.

..... On the way to see my friend [Du Mu] off, the road is near the treetops, and leaves are flying all over the sky. I don't smell the early geese in front of my hometown, and I give cold clothes to my guests. Clouds are always difficult, and the book sword is long gone. One day, I will be with you, and I will take Priscilla with me.

..... Sun Yiren's mountain residence [Du Mu] is hung with fragrant branches, and the dust brake should not be separated. It's better to remember your youth before you die than to go home immediately. The guest who closes the river dreams of returning to the distant place, and the rainy snow mountain leaves the store late. But I envy that old man, and I don't know who he is.

... Huaizi Geshan [Du Mu] learns from him, and Zige Xiao Qing is semi-hidden. The mountain road is far away from Wang Zijin, and the poet's parents remember Xie Xuanhui. For a hundred years, there should always be right and wrong in the temple. It's good to return to Qingshan, and there are also a few who return to Qingshan.

..... Give people two "Du Mu". I don't have Qingyun's name, and you have no money to buy jokes. Misconvey the appearance of the south and strive for the heart of the five tombs. The laurel mat is full of dust, and the Joan furnace is full of water. Concentrate on recommending dreams, but listen to the piano and regret it. The moon sets and the bead curtain rolls, and the spring cold brocade curtain is deep. Whose flute is upstairs and the moon shines there. Flying butterflies with blue tracks are full of jade in their cages. And throw a hairpin chicken bun and enter the honeymoon with tears in your eyes. New hate, wonderful journey. Wen Yuan is thirsty after his illness, so don't sing a white-headed song. Trees are singing and swallows are flying in Pingjiang. Yan Wen went to the pillow and sent Spring upstairs. Half a moon has a face and a waist. Moss on the western wall, Nanpu Dream Yi Yi. Some people are lazy and bored. Carved cages are long and bleak, and orchids are graceful and fragrant. Mirror-gathering moth, light-harvesting wrist muscle. Avoid tears, drag your sleeves and lean on the light. Although the appearance is peach and plum, it is one foot. The clouds are gone, and clothes are cut on a cold night.

..... Send the cow "xianggong" [Du Mu] The Han River is separated by the waves of Shu, and the dangerous building is lonely. In the six years of benevolent governance, willow trees are everywhere around the spring embankment.

..... 9 (the following addendum) [Du Mu] is full of fragrance, and the Ming government is full of wine. There is also a frivolous Lou Yu girl who laughs at his cold swallows.

..... Night view of Jianglou [Du Mu] The lake is full of light and mountains, and those who sweat like rain swim in the sunset. At the beginning, the swallow knows the day of friendship, and the falcon knows the autumn wind. Waves shake the pearl trees for thousands of miles, and mountains chisel Jinling Wan Ren empty. I don't want to go upstairs and miss the past. The sunset river is flying.

..... Yan Wen [Du Mu] took the southern geese from first frost and stayed in Sha Ting for the night. Where to start, fly high, reach the horizon. The sound of entering the cloud is getting farther and farther away, and I am on credit from Yuelai Road. My dream is broken, and I want to go home.

..... Yuanyang [Du Mu] plays Sha Ting in pairs, but it is impossible to paint for a long time. Brocade machines struggle to weave patterns, and songs love to curse. It's easy to raise, easy to live, poor and shallow. Seagulls are all the same, but they envy being alone.

..... Cherish the spring [Du Mu] bloom flowers fall and rise again, and the season moves secretly. If there is no plan to extend the spring day, how can we stay in our youth? A cluster of small early, butterflies scattered, high willow smell cicada. Where are you going? Rhododendrons are everywhere on the mountain.

..... Wild Goose [Du Mu] Wan Li bid farewell to his hometown, and Yunfei stayed in Xiaoxiang in the rain. A few lonely pillows are weeping, and several tall buildings are heartbroken. I live in seclusion. I have been traveling in the breeze. I work hard and come to Heng Yue every year. My wings have destroyed the frost.

..... Travel is like [Du Mu] urging people to sing short poems in the sky, and the branches are empty at dusk. Ruthless spring does not last long, and the limited years are full of ups and downs. The past should only pursue dreams, where can there be leisure? Day by day, I don't know if I'm secretly sending a bald head.

..... Liu Xin [Du Mu] is unable to shake the wind and see the new color, as if his waist is jealous. The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust. More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.

..... Send away [Du Mu] Two leaves are sad, and come to power alone with melancholy. Yun Lan broke the wild goose, and the red leaves have faded in the future. There is no information in the book beyond the Great Wall, and cars and horses raise dust along the way. Fame is waiting to be sent to Lingyange, but Liaocheng refuses to return.

..... Farewell [Du Mu] The willows by the stream are uneven in color and farewell every year. Yifan expects, when will Sanxiang smoke and water return? It is better to go to the dangerous pavilion than to worry about it. Don't spend your leisure time on a glass of wine. Deep in the blue sky is a wonderful time.

..... will go to Beijing to discuss the topic that the curtain of the Wang Shuiju [Du Mu] in Lingyang is rolled into the air and the service is temporarily extended to the front of the bottle. There are idle days in the realm of right and wrong, and there are no years in the dust of honor and disgrace. Mountain clouds cover thousands of wild rains, and rivers are divided into nine smoke. Horseshoe is not greedy for the west, but only for cicadas on high trees.

..... On the way to meet my old friends, I talked about studying in Xishan. I have visited [Du Mu] and Xiyan has been to the reading hall. I can wear bamboo to make my life better. After the dream on the lake, the waves are lingering, and the sad road at Lingtou is boundless. After the event, it vanished, and fame and fortune grew as long as the sun and the moon. Mo Dao's head is not white. Look at the frost in Panyue.

..... Passing through Tuolin Temple [Du Mu] in Lushan Mountain, the soul leaves the Chu River and leaves in early October. The purple desert is hard to rest, and the green hills grow in a good sleep. Fang went to the countryside to do business, but he didn't have a chance to learn meditation. If he teaches like 18-year-old Fan Li, he should also smoke in Wuhu.

..... Night in the south building [Du Mu] jade tube golden bottle night, such as sad days short years. Singing in the clear night, the moonlight is a brothel. On the pillow, I was stunned by the dream of fishing. Before the lamp, I was worried about other families. Thinking of today's heroic event, I have come to the end of my life.

..... Send an ancestor of Lu [Du Mu] to surrender to the sword river, and send a dream to Acacia in the south. When I went to the book, I met snow, so I wrote back to Dong Tingchun. River closure has a long way to go, and Han Xiao looks forward to it year after year. Allow me to point out that Danti has been everywhere, and Jiao Mo is still unique and charming.