Zhaojun's Resent
Who did Huan Yi's three tricks, shocking the dream in the green window.
The new moon and the mist of sorrow fill the sky over the river.
If you want to go but still don’t want to go, the sun will set tomorrow.
The flying catkins send the boat off, and the water flows eastward.
Reduced word magnolia
Spring Moon
In the spring garden at noon, the fragrant wine is shaking and the light is dancing.
Walking around the corridor, half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant.
The light clouds and mist are always a place for young people to have fun.
It is not like the autumn light, it only illuminates the heartbreak of those who have left.
Bu Shuanzi
Huangzhou Dinghuiyuan Residence Work
The missing moon and the sparse paulownia hanging on it make one still at first.
Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred.
Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the maples fall coldly in Wujiang River.
Huanxisha
Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows to the west.
At the foot of the mountain, orchid buds dip into the stream, and the sandy road among the pines is clear of mud.
Xiao Xiao Mu Yu Zigui cries.
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west!
Don’t sing like a yellow chicken with white hair.
Huanxisha
Composed on Xie Yudao, Xumen Shitan, five poems.
The sun is deep red and the fish are warm, and the stream is green and dark, hiding crows at night.
Huang Tong and the old man gathered in Sui Xu.
Although the elk is not used to meeting people, the ape does not need to call when it hears the drum.
Talking about returning home and picking mulberry trees.
Also
Wearing red makeup to see the envoy, there are three, three, five and five thorn fence gates.
When they touch each other, their skirts are broken.
The young and old support the wheat harvesting society, and the black kites fly and dance in the sacred village.
I met a drunk old man lying down at dusk.
Also
The layers of hemp leaves are bright and the cocoons are cooked in a village full of fragrance.
The lady whispering coquettishly across the fence.
Lift the drunken eyes with a hanging white stick and pound the quinoa to soften the hungry intestines.
Ask when the bean leaves turn yellow.
Again
The jujube flowers are falling from Su Su clothes and towels, and the sound of reeling wheels is heard in the south and north of the village.
Niuyi Guliu sells cucumbers.
When you are tired and sleepy after a long journey, you are still thirsty and longing for tea.
Knock on the door and ask the savages.
Again
The soft grass and flat sand are new after the rain, and the light sand is dust-free when walking on the road.
When to pack up?
The sun is warm, the mulberry trees are shining like splashing water, and the wind is blowing like mugwort and mugwort.
Shi Junyuan is one of them.
Huanxi Sand
The mountain scenery is intruding and covered with hazy clouds, and the wind in Xiangchuan River is quiet and spitting out cold flowers.
Crows are still singing in the distant forest houses.
I dreamed of how many miles there were in my hometown, and when I woke up from drinking, I looked south to the end of the world.
The moon shines brightly on the flat sand.
Huanxi Sand
Meaning
No one is near the roof of the house, and the late rain is falling off the catalpa trees.
Who pities Ji Zi’s poor mink fur?
I have no hope in this world anymore, so I think you must ask the ancients for help.
When the weather is cold, the pines and cypresses are ready to start autumn.
Huanxisha
Immediately
The painted falcon is happy to swim across the river again, and the old fish jumps over the threshold to recognize the green fish.
The fleeting years are not willing to be wasted.
There is no despair beside the yellow chrysanthemum fence, but there is gentleness in Baiyun Township.
Don’t teach Xiu to save his frosty temples.
The Moon over the Xijiang River
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms. He was drunk
and lay down for a little rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky.
The mud has not yet been resolved, and the jade is arrogant. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.
It’s a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach Qiong Yao to be crushed.
Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Moon over the Xijiang River
Chongjiu
A drizzle falls on the roof of the building, heavy on the flat lake outside the river.
Back then there was a horse show in Dongxu, but today Nanpu is desolate.
Don’t hate the yellow flowers before they vomit, and teach the red flowers to support them.
There is no need to look at the dogwood in the wine stall, but to admire the present and past of the world.
Ruan Lang returns
Early summer
The green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind begins to blow.
The heavy smoke washes under the green screen window, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep during the day.
After the light rain, the lotuses turned over and the pomegranate flowers bloomed.
The jade basin is clear with delicate hands, and the pearls are broken but round.
Youth Travel
Written in Runzhou and sent to others far away.
We saw each other off last year. Outside Yuhang’s gate, the flying snow was like poplar flowers.
Spring is over this year, and the poplar flowers are like snow, but they still haven’t returned home.
The wine rolling curtain invites the bright moon, and the wind reveals the window screen.
Just like [Nü Gen]'e pity the two swallows, they clearly illuminate and paint the beams slanting.
Partridge Sky
The forest is broken, the mountain is bright, the bamboo is hidden by the wall, and the cicadas are scattered in the small pond.
I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red pods in the water are fragrant and fragrant.
Outside the village, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turned to the setting sun.
It rained in the middle of the night last night, and it was cool all day long.
Poppy Poppies
There is a beautiful hall to tell the story of the past
The lakes and mountains are believed to be beautiful in the southeast, and they can be seen thousands of miles away.
How many times can you get back? Then he was drunk and wandering around.
When the lights are first lit in Shahe Pond, who sings the water tune?
At night, when the wind is calm and I am about to return, there is only a bright moon and blue glass over the river.
Nanxiangzi
Farewell to the past
Looking back at the chaotic mountains, there are no residents, only the city.
Who looks like the towers and pavilions on Linping Mountain, welcoming and seeing off guests from the west.
The evening breeze is clear on the way home, and it is impossible to dream after sleeping in the cold weather.
Tonight, where the residual lamp shines slantingly, there is a glowing light, and the tears are not clear when the autumn rain is clear.
Nanxiangzi
Plum Blossom Ci, and Yang Elements.
The sparse hedgerow is full of cold birds, vying to hug the cold birds to see the jade buds.
Suddenly I saw a guest coming and sitting under the flowers. I was startled and flew away. I scattered the flowers and fell into the wine.
He drinks heavily and can write poems, and all the guests will not know if he is drunk.
The flowers have faded and the wine has faded. Spring has arrived. Lili. A little bit of acid has settled on the branches.
Nan Xiangzi
Self-narration
A cool mat with a blue gauze kitchen, a pillow of cool breeze, and the rest of the day.
I went to bed and listened to nothing happening in the evening office. I slowly read through the books by the bedside.
I scratched my head and returned to my hometown, feeling that I was too lazy to get more fame.
What if you ask about your talents and skills? It is foolish to occupy the world.
Nanxiangzi
The Chongjiu Hanhui Tower presents Xu Junyou
The traces of frost and precipitation have faded, and the light green scales are exposed in the distant continent.
The wine is gradually fading, the wind is soft and whistling, the hat is broken but the head is in love.
If the festival is a reward, it will be the end of autumn.
Everything is just a dream in the end, just rest, the flowers and butterflies will be sad tomorrow.
Drunk and desolate
Li Jingkou
The light clouds and the moonlight, the second watch of the drunkenness, the boat has just set off.
The lonely city looks back at the mist.
Remember the time of singing, not the time of return.
The towel fell off the fan and the rattan bed was slippery, and I felt a deep dream with no one to talk about.
When will the wandering of this life stop?
My home is in the southwest, and my hometown is southeast.
Ding Fengbo
It rained on Shahu Road on March 7. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I pretended to do it
This word.
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly.
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place where I have always been, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return.
Ding Fengbo
Nanhai returned to Wang Dingguo as a gift to Yu Niang, the servant of Wang Dingguo
I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heaven should beg for the sweet lady.
As the wind blows, the clear song spreads across the road, and the snow flies and the sea of ??flames becomes cool.
After returning from thousands of miles away, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and my smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms.
I asked if Lingnan should be good, but he said: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown.
Dielianhua
The flowers faded to red, green and apricot.
When the swallows fly, green water surrounds people.
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!
The swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall.
Peders outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall smile.
The laughter gradually fades away, but the sentimentality is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
Die Lianhua
Shangyuan, Mizhou
Three or five nights of lights in Qiantang.
The bright moon is like frost, illuminating people like a picture.
The incense of sheng is blown under the tent and the smell of musk deer is breathed out. This flavor should be priceless.
People in lonely mountain towns are old.
Beating drums and playing flute, he suddenly entered the Nongsang Society.
The fire is cold, the lamps are thin, the frost is dew, and the snowy clouds hang in the wild.
Die Lianhua
I remember the first time we met on the painting screen.
The sweet dream came back with a start, and I looked across Gaotang Road.
Swallows fly back and forth, and the screen window has several spring twilights.
That day we met at the embroidered curtain,
We lowered our eyes and pretended to walk, and our smiles filled the clouds.
I am so shy that I cannot say a word in front of others.
Linjiang Fairy
Returning to Lingao at night
After drinking at Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk and returned as if it was the third watch.
The boy’s breath was thundering.
No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick to listen to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying?
The wind is quiet at night and the grain of the valley is flat.
The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Yu Jia Ao
Send Zhang Yuantang to visit Qinzhou
A song about Yangguan is full of love, and I know that you want to go to Qinchuan.
The white horse soap mink cannot be kept.
Looking back, there is no fog in the lonely city.
When the day comes, the flowers in Chang'an are like rain, so the catkins from the willows in Guan are beginning to fly.
Gradually, the knife in the boot meets the road.
Who is similar to Wang Wendu on the romantic knees?
Xingxiangzi
Crossing Qili Beach
A boat is light, but two oars are powerful.
The water and sky are clear, and the shadows and waves are flat.
The fish turns over the algae, and the heron lights the smoke.
It is fast to cross the sand stream, the frost stream is cold, and the moon stream is bright.
The layers are like a painting, and the music is like a screen.
In those days, Xu Laoyan Ling.
The king and his ministers have a dream, and their names are empty now and in ancient times.
But the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the mountains are green at dawn.
Xingxiangzi
Danyang's message to ancient times
Hand in hand in Jiangcun, plum blossoms are floating in the skirt.
There is no limit to love, and you are in ecstasy everywhere.
Old friends disappear, but old songs are heard again.
Xiangwanghu Tower, Gushan Temple, and Yongjinmen.
Wherever he travels, he writes thousands of poems,
embroiders shirts and brushes the red dust.
Don’t come here to remember me. Do you know who he is?
There is the moon in the lake, willows by the river, and clouds over the long head.
Jiang Chengzi
Hunting in Mizhou
I chatted like a teenager, holding the yellow on the left and the blue on the right.
Brocade hats and mink fur coats, thousands of horses riding around Ping Gang.
If you want to repay the beautiful city, you will follow the prefect, shoot the tiger yourself, and watch Sun Lang.
It doesn’t matter if you are drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted!
When will Feng Tang be sent to Zhijie Yunzhong?
He can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Jiang Chengzi
A dream recorded on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Ten years of life and death are uncertain.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.
In the small window, I am dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees.
Jiang Chengzi
Poem with Zhang Xian on the lake
The rain started to clear on Fenghuang Mountain.
The water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright.
A hibiscus bloomed across the sky.
Wherever the two egrets fly, if you want, I admire Pingting.
Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river.
Who can listen to the bitter feelings?
The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised.
I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
Jiangchengzi
Gushan Bamboo Pavilion tells the story of ancient times
Cui'e is shy and shy.
Cover up the frost and shed tears.
Let’s do our best, collect our tears and listen to the sun.
The imperial city of Mandao is as far as the sky. It is easy to see the sky, but it is difficult to see the king.
The painting hall is newly constructed near Gushan.
Qu Langan, for whom?
The catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, and the spring color belongs to next year.
I want to search for old memories in a small boat, but there is nowhere to ask, the water reaches the sky.
Jiangchengzi
Farewell to Xuzhou
Wandering at the end of the world, I have endless thoughts.
We met but in a hurry.
Hand in hand with the beautiful woman, the tears will fade away.
Why do you ask Dongfeng Yu what he wants? Spring is here, who is it with?
Sui Di is water-soluble in March.
Return to Hong and go to Wuzhong.
Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.
I want to send thousands of tears of lovesickness, but they cannot be shed, Chu Jiangdong.
Dongxiange
When I was seven years old, I met an old nun from Meishan, whose surname was Zhu. I forgot his name. He was more than ninety years old. He said that he had followed his teacher into the palace of Meng Chang, the Lord of Shu.
in. One day, when it was very hot, the Lord of Shu and Mrs. Huarui were cooling off at night on the Maha Pond, and they wrote a word, which they could remember with a piece of ink. Forty years ago, Zhu has been dead for a long time. People who don't know this word can only remember the first two sentences. When you spend your spare time searching for food, how can you understand the immortal songs? It is the cloud of sufficient
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Ice muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free.
The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows.
The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people; people are not sleeping, leaning on pillows and hairpins with messy hair.
Stand up and hold hands, the courtyard is silent, and you can see sparse stars from time to time across the river.
How was the night? It's the third watch of the night, the golden waves are light, and the jade rope is turning low.
But when does the west wind come, it doesn’t change secretly in the passing years.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
In Bingchen's Mid-Autumn Festival, I drank happily till the end of the day and got very drunk. I wrote this article because I was pregnant with my son.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
How can it be like being in the human world when you dance to clear your shadow?
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Kuai Zai Pavilion
The sunset rolls up the embroidered curtain, and the water under the pavilion reaches the sky.
Knowing that you are mine, the newly made windows are wet with green and red.
In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Recognize the drunken man's words, and know whether the mountains are beautiful or not.
A thousand hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted.
Suddenly the waves rose, and a white-headed leaf danced.
You can laugh at Mr. Lantai, but he has not yet understood the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path.
A little bit of awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
Nian Nujiao
Chibi Nostalgia
As the river goes eastward, the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages.
To the west of the fort, there is Humanity and the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi.
Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.
I think back to the old days when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome.
Feather fan and silk scarf, while talking and laughing, the rapist disappeared into ashes.
My motherland wanders in my mind, my passion should laugh at me, and I will be born early.
The world is like a dream, and a statue still shines like the moon in the river.
The river is full of red
From Jianghan to the west, under the high buildings, the grapes are deep green.
Still with its own, the waves of Min'e clouds and the spring scenery of Jinjiang River.
You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest who misses you outside the sword.
How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently.
Jiang Biao's biography, you will stop reading.
What a pity for a crazy virgin.
The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers.
Not only did the scholars laugh at the dispute, but Cao Gong and Huang Zu were both erratic.
I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.
Man Jiang Hong
Written by Huai Zi
Qing Ying flows eastward, sorrowful eyes are broken, and the solitary sail is extinguished.
The place where officials travel, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers.
Living up to Lin Xiayi's past, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed.
I hate this life and spend a long time in separation, adding splendor to my hair.
A wine, on the side of the Yellow River.
Let’s start from the beginning.
Looking at each other seems like yesterday, many years ago.
Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow.
Then I went to look for the remaining spring with you and the pond, with flowers like snow.
Yong Yu Le
Pengcheng stayed in Yanzi Tower at night and dreamed about it, so he wrote this poem.
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is as good as water, and the scenery is infinite.
Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out, and no one can see the loneliness.
□ (纺 + shen minus three points of water) is like three drums, a leaf is sonorous, and the dim dream cloud is broken.
The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been to the small garden all over the place.
I am a tired guest at the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past my hometown.
The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building.
The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments.
At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou.
Qinyuanchun
Go to Mizhou, leave early, and send Ziyou immediately.
The lamps in the solitary hall are green, the chicken number in the wild shop is dim, and the sleeping pillow is dim.
The moonlight is gradually gathering, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds and mountains are brocade, and the morning dew is dew.
The world is endless, but the work and life are limited. It seems that the district chief is happy.
After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, and there were thousands of memories in the past.
At that time, he was a guest in Chang'an. He was like a young man who had just arrived from the two continents.
With a thousand words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind, I am writing to you, Yao and Shun, how difficult is it to do this!
When I use renunciation, my actions are hidden in me. Why not just sit back and watch?
He is tall and healthy, but he is still young and often fights in front of bottles.
Basheng Ganzhou
Send ginseng and few seeds
There is a sentimental wind, and the tide comes thousands of miles away, and the tide returns ruthlessly.
How many times does the sun shine at Xixing Pukou on the Qiantang River?
There is no need to think about the present and the past, and admire the mistakes of the past.
Who is like Dongpo who is old and has forgotten his machine.
Remember the west bank of the West Lake, the beauty of the dusk mountain, the green sky and the misty sky.
As far as poets are concerned, we are just like you and I.
I hope to return to the sea from the East in the year of his appointment. I wish to express my gratitude to you and not to violate my ambition.
On Xizhou Road, you should not look back to wet your clothes for me.
Congratulations to the bridegroom
Xia Jing
Swallows flying in the beautiful house.
There is no one around, the shade of trees turns to noon, and the cool evening brings a new bath.
The raw silk and white round fan is made by hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment.
Gradually become sleepy and sleep alone to clear away heat.
Whoever comes to promote the embroidery household outside the curtain will teach people in vain, and the dream will break the Yaotai song.
But again, the wind knocked against the bamboo.
The pomegranate half spits out a red scarf and frowns.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Take a closer look at the rich and beautiful branch, and your heart will be like a bundle.
I am afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind.
If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers.
***Pink tears, two rustles.
Shuilongyin
The second rhyme chapter is "Zi Fu Yang Hua Ci"
It looks like a flower but not like a flower, and no one cherishes it.
Leaving home for the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the eyes so sleepy that they want to open but also close.
The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, but is still called by the oriole.
I don’t hate that these flowers have all flown away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate.
Dawn has come and the rain has passed. Where is the trace? There is a pool of broken apples.
Spring is divided into three parts, two parts are dust, and one part is running water.
Looking carefully, it is not Yanghua, but a little bit of tears.