Volume 632_41 As a reward for Zhang Fen's pardon, he sent it to Sikong (a poem by Sikong Shu)
Zi Feng held the five-color book in front of him, and suddenly set up a net to catch him in the spring. After your heart has turned to cold ashes,
unexpectedly, the light has turned into rotten grass. The wind and smoke in Jianshui collect the tears of visitors, and Duling lives in the suburbs with flowers and candles dreaming.
I have given you a poem to thank you for your kindness, and I feel ashamed to repay Qiong Yao.
Volume 632_42 Picture of two pheasants flying to Sikong in Shangyuan Dynasty
Although the babies are all trapped in the net, they are happy to return home from the cage. I have no intention of expecting you to repay me. Don’t be frightened when you see me.
Volume 632_43 Mid-Autumn Festival Sikong Picture
Outside the leisurely singing of the autumn scenery, everything feels leisurely. If there is no moon this night, the whole year will be in vain.
Volume 632_44 Even-titled Sikong Picture
The waterside pavilion is full of flowers, before noon on a clear spring day. A bird peeks into the mirror on the threshold, and a horse whips across the partition wall.
Volume 632_45 Strolling Sikong Picture
A few white smoke breaks, and a river of red trees. The broken bridge invaded the water, and the remaining light shone on the village monument.
Volume 632_46 Sikong Picture in Spring
The steps are moist and the flowers are separated by the fragrance of bamboo. The charming oriole Fang Xiao heard that nothing happened in Nantang.
Volume 632_47 Looking Alone at Sikong Picture
The village is dark with green trees, and yellow flowers are sparse in the streets. The spring grass in the distance is green, and there are still waterfowl flying.
Volume 632_48 Miscellaneous Sikong Pictures
The lonely pillow hears the orioles rising, and the deep embrace is quiet. The ground is moistened with spring power, and the flowers are bright with dawn.
Volume 632_49 Three poems about Sikong Tu
After the chaos, the festival of foreign land, the spring of the homeland was burned down. Self-pity hangs its head white, still accompanying people on an outing.
Teeth falling off can cause long-lasting pain, and frequent frights and forgetfulness. The snail house welcomes visitors every year, and the silkworm market is filled with strangers.
I am afraid of being rash and cautious, but I prefer to drink wine in leisure time. If there are no worries in the mountains and forests, fame and fortune will not be hard to escape.
Volume 632_50 Two Songs of Sikong on the River
The miserable sun was approaching dusk, and I drove Lei to the village alone. There are traces of sand next to the countryside, and the wind blows into the scenery of cattle and sheep.
In Xinji’s countryside, the setting sun is bright and the crops are bright. There is water on the plains in Shacun, and the sound of gulls can be heard in the deep alleys.
Volume 632_51 Early Dynasty Sikong Picture
Happy New Year in the daytime, May you have more youth. The street is flat and the two bridges are close, and the dust rises with five clouds.
Volume 632_52 Two Sikong Pictures
The tea is refreshing and the poems are added, and the sky is clear and translucent. There is only one crane left, and the rest is an empty forest.
The Royal Ceremony and the ingenuity of strategies bring people's attention to the prosperous times. It has always been sluggish, only waiting for help in times of crisis.
Volume 632_53 Eternal Night Sikong Picture
There is no doubt that there will be no daylight in the eternal night, and in times of crisis, we can only rely on the mountains. I am lonely and carefree, leaving only traces of right and wrong.
Volume 632_54 Qinguan Sikong Picture
Although the shape is superior to the present, the desolation is endless. The tigers and wolves of Qin were defeated, and the fox and rabbit tombs of Han were empty.
Volume 632_55 Picture of Crossing the Sikong River
The monks are crossing the Qiujiang River, and the boats are returning home in tears. One night Wu Chuan dreamed, and a letter home was opened immediately.
Volume 632_56 Retreat to the seven poems of Sikong Tu
It is difficult to repair the wounds of missing flowers, but listen carefully to the noise of orioles. Cherish the spring, it is late, cherish the green grass.
The willows on the embankment are endless, and the secluded people have no regrets. I only worry about the onset of poetry illness, so don’t send proof papers.
Yan Yu once had a visitor, and the flowers aroused others’ desire. Don’t worry, spring has passed again, and it’s new spring again.
There is nothing going on outside, and I have been avoiding the noise in the mountains for a long time. Break the nest to see the suckling swallow, leave the fruit for the crowing ape.
The poet is from the United States, and is from the Ministry of Industry and Si Xun. Although high-ranking officials are difficult to defeat, low-ranking officials can occasionally defeat the king.
If you work hard to avoid past mistakes, you will live a long life. There is no straight path in the sky, and there is danger in the dark room.
The swallow is miserable in its nest, and the greedy fish is frightened when it touches the net. Is it because of external affairs? It's like my labor.
Volume 632_57 Nine Immediate Sikong Pictures
Su Yuchuan Yuanji, with high scenery and new things. Pi marks invade the herding horses, and cloud shadows lead to the plowmen.
After ten years in hiding, a rain brings peace of mind. Stop looking at the sword when the box is dark, and put on the piano again when the window is bright.
If you throw it away in the bright future, you will stay in it if you are sick. The chimes and chants are broken, and the remaining lamp shines on the quiet place.
The hair on the temples is declining and leisurely, and the Danti looks in danger. The pine beard grows according to the stone, and the crane does not look down upon others.
The fallen leaves frequently frighten the deer, and the peaks are trying to reflect the eagles. The disease in this life is painful, and the disease is even more depressing.
The thought of traveling is startled by summer again, and a small pine tree grows in front of the court. The distant peaks are noble, and the waning moon is shrinking the appearance.
Birds in the forest frequently peeked into the silence, and family members also smiled lazily.
I stayed in my old residence for a stable pillow, and returned to my bed to listen to the autumn bells.
Huayu knew it was difficult to protect it, but it was burned but failed to repair it. Only the nest swallows should be cherished, but the owner may not keep them.
The ghost bird went through the fence, and the neighbor came back to collect medicine. Clouds emerged from the bottom of the pond, and flowers bloomed in front of the Buddha.
Volume 632_58 Two Sikong Pictures of Songzidu
After walking up to the short pavilion for a long time, we looked back at the Guandu boat. Jiangxiang is suitable for late autumn, and the old saying of Chu is that it will be a good year.
Chu Xiu felt homesick and lost her way back home. Even more worthy of the Bamboo Station, I heard the crow of partridges for the first time.
Volume 632_59 Sikong Picture of Huaqing Palace
The emperor’s estate was solid, and he had frequent banquets after leaving the palace. Little do you know that driving war horses is just a man of peace.
Volume 632_60 Sikong Tu of Niutou Temple
The best place in Zhongnan, where Zen chanting reaches the sky. The trees are clear and quiet, and the smoke is sparse and tranquil.