The poppy beauty·After the rain, together with Qianyu and the talented man, he bought wine and brought flowers under the flowers to make flowers (Ye Mengde)
The fallen flowers had already danced in front of the wind, sending the evening rain again.
At dawn, the courtyard is half red, with only hairsprings floating in the clear sky.
Hand in hand with the diligent flowers, we can drink more wine from the cup.
Beauty does not need to frown, I am also passionate, but I have no choice but to drink late.
Poems on Willow Branches (Cui Daorong)
The mist and smoke rub together to bring out the spring, and it seems to be dyed new every year.
Should be called the wind and flow line, connecting people from the east, west, north and south.
Sudden Mountain Stream (Du Wei)
The spring breeze is like a guest, but it is the main source of prosperity. The red and purple flowers have not yet fully bloomed, but thousands of trees in the south of the Yangtze River are green early. A new fire, many tired tourists, slender willows, no worries, still dancing in front of the wind. Outside the small corridor, there are two or two birds singing quietly. Ask me if I don't go home, there is a beautiful woman, it's cold and the sun is setting. Old age brings worries, but only spring knows. Jiangtou Road brings spring, and brings spring back.
When the snow falls and meets the strong wind, it clears up (Lu You)
The snow falls and the wind disperses; when the snow stops, the wind settles.
The bright sun shines through the window, and the warmth makes me sick.
On the tenth day of the Spring Festival, you will be happy with the right timing.
When I wake up in the morning and wash my hair, my white hair is all over the clear mirror.
No guests come in front of the door, so I lie down in silence dusting the handle.
If Congzhu is sentimental, he will sing a solitary chant for me.
February 2 (Li Shangyin)
On February 2 the river went up.
The east wind was warm and the sun was blowing.
The flowers, whiskers, willows and eyes are all bad,
The purple butterflies and wasps all have feelings.
Wan Li returned to Liangjing in Yuan Dynasty and worked in Yafu camp for three years.
New Beach is not a tourist attraction,
It is more like the sound of wind and rain at night.
Zaxing (Lu Tong)
Being wise and incomprehensible, he loves people when he sees them rich and noble. I can drink wine and drink three times at a time, and I can slaughter sheep and cattle with ease. Don't worry, save for the music, music, and songs, and be strong enough to fight the wind, frost, and cold.
The jade delicacies in the kitchen are filled with gold plates, and the abbot is disgusted with seeing them and refuses to eat them. The flying eagle and the leaping horse are really fast,
The lips are rotten and the teeth are rotten, and they are sitting in the sky. Unexpectedly, the great blessings will turn into disasters, and the disasters will destroy the body and the family.
Yesterday I was as melancholy as you, and today you are as sad as I am. There is no definite master if there is no peace and harmony.
I am too lazy to learn from the wind and cloud to fight Feiyu. Green wine, clear harp, and good health are good for health, and they can be taken without intention when entering or leaving the general state.
Three Five Books are old speculations, and Five Thousand Morals are new rules.
The Yellow River (Mengjiao)
Who opens the source of Kunlun and flows out the Chaos River. The accumulated rain flies into the wind, and the startling dragon spurts into waves.
The Xiang harp whistles and the Vietnamese guests sing songs. There is hatred that cannot be washed away, and it is useless to come through this.
The two gentlemen of Zhang and Qian met and responded in rhyme (Su Shi)
The wind has turned the catkins in the dusk, and the moon is still in the sand in the middle of the night.
The Buddhist temple is illuminated by the Yufeng peak in Bian, and other people's homes are hidden across the sea of ??Huaiyun clouds.
When you come to Mou, you have a letter to welcome Sanbai, and the divination has no fragrance and scatters six flowers.
(Zhubu, gardenia, and snowflakes all appear six times.
) When I want to call Ah Xian to watch the New Year, there is a lot of noise in the woods and horses fighting.
There is no delicate hand to cut Chun Sheng, but there are new poems about Shu Su.
When I was drunk, my icy mustache lost its tassel, and my dream returned to the quilt.
Your eyelashes are cold and you feel dizzy while traveling, and I am also hungry and crying at night.
Tomorrow the spring scenery in Nanshan will be moving. I wonder who is wearing a purple teapot.
The book Chao Buzhi collected three poems about "Ye Ke Painting Bamboo" (Su Shi)
When I wrote "Ku Painting Bamboo", I saw the bamboo but no one.
Not only did he not see anyone, but he suddenly left his body behind.
Its body is transformed into bamboo, creating endless freshness.
Zhuang Zhou has never existed before, but who knows how concentrated he is.
If people are gone now, this bamboo will be there again.
The spring earthworm pen paints willows in the wind.
Look at the thin dragon snake walking on the cliff.
This frost pole will keep its time and return to the world.
Chao Zi was in trouble, and the whole family ate porridge.
When the court comes, it falls again, and the frosty bamboos are found in the tomb.
Poor Mr. Pan, the sun shines on the alfalfa.
My poem is solid and can make people eat without meat.
(My old poem goes like this: You can eat without meat, but you can’t live without bamboo.
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Use preface rhymes to compose snow poems and landscape essays (Su Shi)
On Wansong Mountain, there are yellow thousand leaves, carrying wine and walking on the pine and snow every year.
Whoever comes back after Liu Lang has gone, there will be people under the flowers whose hearts will be cut off.
Dong Zhai sits at night searching for snow sentences, his hands are covered with frost and must be broken.
How could a ruthless person be afraid of ridicule? He would enter the house through the curtain and blow out the lamp.
Children are fighting over each other, but the whale in the blue sea is still unstoppable.
The clouds and the Han Dynasty come to meet the flow of heaven, and my little poems are like a dab of valerian.
Ouyang Zhaochen was outdoors, hurriedly sweeping the atrium and spreading sawdust.
Although friendships are like snow and white, the style of gathering and separation is beautiful.
The clear light melts into a foot of mud, and there is no telling what happened.
The muddy road is safe for you to go. Don't rely on horses' hooves like iron.