Grandma
She is busy at the lake in the south of the city, and Grandma is seventy strong.
There is still dust in the wedding mirror, smeared here and there without makeup.
Atong returned home from central Fujian at the age of nine, and wrote this poem in a mature style to show this.
Tongzi returned home at the age of nine, and studied under Jin Pei Liangqing.
When you grow up, you should try your best to gain fame and fame. Don’t follow the example of old age.
Aibei
Taihang Tianxia Ridge, the Yellow River flows out of Kunlun.
A mountain-shaped resort with many famous ministers throughout the ages.
Sadly, in the past sixty years, Zuo Jin has fallen into disgrace.
Although the ambition is great, it cannot be extended without teeth.
I am very righteous, but looking north is always bitter.
Why should we embrace the yellow flag and go straight to Baimajin?
Chasing the dogs and sheep to death, the phoenix and the phoenix were summoned from the side.
Work hard and wait for the message, don’t say Wu has no one!
Ai Ying
Zuo, who is far away from Shang and Zhou Dynasties, is the longest, and the Northern Alliance, Qi and Jin are competing for strength.
Zhang Hua's singing and dancing are finally desolate, and the clouds and dreams are old and vast.
There are only wild geese rising in the grass and the Forbidden City, and foxes are hidden in the deserted tombs.
Everyone hates Li Sao before she is exhausted, and the people with lofty ideals will be filled with tears for thousands of years.
Sorrow for Ying
Jingzhou has early spring plum blossoms in October, and the year of Sui Zhen is the same as Xiaban Lun.
Why is there such a poor man in heaven and earth? The rivers and lakes have restrained ministers since ancient times.
Drinking in the long pavilion at dusk, singing generous and tragic songs with white hair.
There is no place to ask if you want to pay tribute to Zhang Hua. The ruins of the city are wet with frost and dew.
Ai Ru Zhang
The famous pheasant with brocade embroidered feathers, the clear spring can drink from the forest and the forest can live;
The rice beams are all over the field and are not pecked, although there are some strange ones. There is no ladder to disaster.
It is a misty and rainy night in East Village and West Village, Xiao Ai is away from Lin Boqian;
A sudden and unexpected surprise occurs, but you know that you can avoid it!
At the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the emperor of the Han family was surrounded by thousands of horses all day and night.
The canine teeth and eagle claws will not give up until death, and it is sad to break the neck when the opportunity arises!
Love leisure
Love of leisure is only suitable for illness.
While sleeping, the plain calligraphy is placed on the bamboo stand, and the bronze chi in the Rhinoceros Tower is chanted.
The water banana moistens the heart and leaves, and the pomegranate residue in the pot presses the branches.
It’s a shame to laugh and let go of the old man’s head until his head turns white, sitting around and having fun with things as the day goes by.
Ai Xian
Today, Mr. Ai Xian is in mild condition, but Ai Xian still has the same old mood.
Look at the seal between the lines of Zhenguan, and the sound of Lang Cuan in the piano is recorded.
The clothes are baking warm and fragrant, and the snow on the eaves is dripping. The sun is clearing.
When a guest comes, he smiles at the bottom of the window, doing farm work in vain.
In Anliu Pavilion, I sat alone and chanted when there were no guests.
Recalling the past Western expeditions, my temples were still frosty, and I was still vaguely aware of the traces I picked up.
Thousands of sails are falling on the spring water of Shujiang River, and the fragrance of grass is fragrant on the empty mountain of Yu Temple.
The shadow of the horse passes by the Jiange Pavilion in the setting sun, and the sound of oars clears the sky in Qutang.
The drunkards dispersed in the clouds without any news, and the waterside pavilion leaned against the railings and shed a few tears.
Anqi Chapter
I used to travel to Min'e and visit the Monluo Qianren Peak.
My father-in-law is leaning on the red vine, and he is probably An Qiweng.
Give me a pill, and five clouds will come out of the ladle.
After taking it, my face will be gleaming with ice and snow.
Sweeping the mist from the mountains with bare hands, green hair blowing in the wind.
My father-in-law is happy to see me riding a blue dragon.
What else can I ask for in Penglai? I love this thousands of miles of space.
But I have been to Qizhou and visited Qingsong in Yiqiang.
Anren Daozhong
Linqiong Road through the ages, drifting and wandering alone.
Sickness forces old age, and visitors from far away are even more restricted in autumn.
The water receded and the bridge was not repaired, so the leisurely boat flowed by itself.
When you are young, you look back and think long and hard.
Anren Daozhong
The three post stations are not far away, and the old man is worried about going out.
Greedful progress leads to many deaths, and insomnia leads to drowsiness.
Tiandawei is a plain, with a nearby village across the river.
Whenever there is a surplus of salary, a small building will occupy the cloud root.
When I wake up in the nunnery in the morning, I can read books in front of my eyes
The mountain is heavy and the water is cold, and I read it with my hands in the window.
Zhu Dan has a long bottle with cloud liquid, and a red bag with fine characters to break up the dragon ball.
Several peaks moved from the dwarf country, and one came from the dim beach.
You must be aware of the stubbornness and dullness of Fang Weng, and your mind will be wide open even if it is filled with seven waves.
When you wake up in the nunnery in the morning, you can see the books in front of your eyes
On the first day of the huihui day, the curtains are hooked up, and the desert is cold and cold through the fur.
Snowy thorns and two magpies live together in the dark, and a golden ring stumbles over an ape's sorrow.
Lian Xuan was old in the pine trees, and the prince walked through the woods, water and rocks.
The drama of self-pity has not been eliminated, and the desire to do this life is scattered.
When I wake up in the nunnery in the morning, I read books that catch my eye
The shapes do not make the dough clump, and I feel my bones are cold when I hunch my arms.
Yan Ziyuan is not a drummer, but Du Sheng has a clear cloud crown.
At that time, the relocation guests were supported by sugarcane sticks, but by the day, the poet was tired of the alfalfa tray.
Lai Shi has hated Adu all his life, and he was discharged from the ancestral hall at the beginning of this year.
The book caught my eye when I woke up in the morning in the nunnery
I returned to my hometown where I swore tomb for the first time.
The dew in the north is stained with medicinal clogs, and the sun shines through the book window in the east chamber.
Gu Zhong is self-confident and loyal, and everything is in vain.
Old Bai Ya, a member of the long-standing sect, gave me Lumen Pang as a gift during my trip.
Feelings of living alone in the nunnery
As the body gets better, the dragon bells and hair become sparser, and the passing years gradually force the remaining light.
Although I am still diligent in studying, climbing a tree is no longer the same thing.
The war horse once roared and it was time to scold it, and the shepherd sheep forgot to return even though it was nursing.
What is it like to laugh at yourself for the rest of your life? Wanli Liaotian Lao Lingwei.
Feelings of living alone in a nunnery
The door of the nunnery is closed and the lamp is not lit, and the old people in the village stop farming and join the monks.
My whole life has been a sticky day, why would I vote for Lao Anengxia to make ice?
If you are stubborn and dare to quit, you will spit on me. Talking about vegetable meals will make me bend my head.
Gao Chun is sound asleep without much smile, there is a Zen master liberating the eagle.
Feelings of living alone in the nunnery
The girl from the river without money also left fish, and the host borrowed a donkey every time it rained.
Take a few spoonfuls of quinoa porridge to take medicine in the morning, and a bowl of loose fat to read books at night.
The yellow quilt is warm and there is no end to leisure, and the white cloth shirt is always happy.
The Spring Incident in Dongqian, Nanmo, has happened, and the plan of the old man has not been fully elaborated.
The chronicles in the nunnery are written in the rhyme of seniors
The nunnery is swept with trivial bows, and the doors are opened and closed by hand.
The medicine used in desolate mountains must be long, while the tea cooked in a small stove must be short.
An Yongshu is in the air, and it is hard to figure out what is going on outside.
The mountain monk Yesou stayed as soon as he arrived, and he was able to continue the valuable work of wheat, rice, and sunflower soup.
The slaves who have been poor for a long time have dispersed, and how can they have their bare feet and well-backed buns?
Living this life without paying a salary makes me feel like I am living in a wild world.
Thoughts at night in the nunnery
The small nunnery is wandering around alone, busy with worldly affairs?
Cloud shadows suddenly appear, crows block out the sun, and the sound of rain continues.
The restoration of economics is shameful to the Yi Chuan, but the miscellaneousness can still detract from the Han and Tang Dynasties.
It was too late to finish all the remaining books, and the boy smiled and called to change the incense.
The nunnery was up at night
Vimalakirti was ill and had no attendants, so he closed the door of the nunnery late at night.
The shadow of the sentimental plum blossoms on the half window corresponds to the sound of chickens in the village ten miles away.
The paper curtains hold fur coats to search for broken dreams, and the fire on the floor warms the remaining bottles.
To support the decline and practice the New Year, everything is based on insufficient knowledge.
Miscellaneous books in the nunnery
Sitting in the pu niche for a long time is as warm as spring, and the paper quilt is silent and white as clouds.
Except for releasing animals and administering medicine, nothing bothers Tianjun.
Miscellaneous books in the nunnery
Is it difficult to make a living? Beans, rice and quinoa soup are gone.
If you want to keep the world alive, you might as well have grain like a dodder.
Miscellaneous books in the nunnery
I look at all things together, everyone is drunk and I am alone awake.
Walking around the world without a destination, I hoe vegetables behind closed doors and accompany the gardener.
Miscellaneous books in the nunnery
Mao Ci has a lot of fun in one room, but who knows the heart of the world?
The swans are aspiring on the ridges as they stop plowing, and the sounds of luan and phoenix are roaring in the mountains.
Eighty-three chants
The white-headed man at the foot of Shifan Mountain, see you in the early spring on the eighty-third.
If you love yourself and forget about loneliness, God will reward you with strength and poverty.
Ku Tong has asked for knowledge? Use your broom as a donation but cherish it.
Don’t laugh at the family tradition of Sangjue. She is still the god of tea in her old age.
Eighty-four chants
Eighty-four is still more than four, and I have not said goodbye yet.
Zhen said that the disaster was gone, and the doctor congratulated the pulse for peace.
Farming and animal husbandry are still capable, but stubbornness scares you every time.
I lament that my study of Confucian classics has been abandoned, and I feel ashamed that I was born in Jinan.
Eighty-four chants
On the new year of eighty-four, it is appropriate to be alone.
When I sleep, I rely on books to look down on my appearance, and when I sleep, I rely on wine and tree branches.
The son asked about the word "Li Sao" and the sketch of the monk's biography.
It is said that the livelihood is poor, but taro cultivation has become an area.
Eighty-four chants
Seventy people rarely arrive, and I have passed fourteen years.
There is no generation to make friends, and Zeng Xuan is in my arms.
Drink the enemy's whale rider, and retreat to the earthly immortal.
Spring events are happening in the south of the city, and the little Jian is dancing again.
Eighty-one Yin
Eighty years ago, I have just passed it now.
On the way to the mountain, there is rain and mango, and there is a fishing coop in the water.
When the chicken sings and Liu Kun dances, the cow is tired and sings.
The spring cold bullies the short brown, what will happen to me?
Jiazhou Grand Parade on August 22nd
The apartment building is surrounded by bows and knives on the road, and the autumn wind blows by the waterside.
The scholar tried to wear a narrow uniform again, and the mountain county added a new hero.
In the early days, he made vain plans in the court, and in the late evening, he visited the shogunate and felt that he had no success.
Why are the rats in the grass trying to pull up the Tianhe River to wash away Luosong.
Written in a dream on the night of August 23rd
A Taoist priest had a swan, and an old monk lived in the clouds in the nunnery.
I come and go without any knowledge, and I am idle everywhere except for my ignorance and cunning.
Thousands of miles away, mountains and rivers are clear to each other, and fish and birds return to each other in ten years.
Gao Yan is so misty that no one can see it, so when he is drunk, he writes about his face.
Evening poem on August 9th
Bo Wan went down to the thatched cottage leisurely, enjoying the autumn light with his silk scarf and crane cloak.
The wind blows through the trees, and the shadow of the moon door is square.
I don’t know who will die next in this life, the cuteness of the four seasons is the new coolness.
From now on, if you are drunk, you should drink it. The wine is as yellow as a goose breaking its shell.
I felt the sudden coolness on August 3rd
The lingering heat makes people afraid of sweating, and the moon is first glimpsed in the clear autumn.
Self-heated fire adds incense to the beast, and the cold spring is poured into the inkstone toad.
Jia Ke mistakenly takes advantage of the firefly to enter the house, and the magpie sings on the eaves in the distance.
Lying leisurely and alone in front of the clear lamp, who cares about Chai Men’s old age and illness?
Watching the moon at Lake Mountain on the night of August 14th
The dew in the sky washed the blue glass, and the purple and gold plate was three feet in diameter;
Suddenly I saw the earth breaking out of the world, and the osmanthus The trees are as sparse as light ink.
I stand alone in my clothes and look out at the lakeside, the wind and dew are clearing the vast expanse of autumn;
When I set sail, I will enter the East China Sea, and when I ride a whale, I can chase the flying immortals.
The ice and jade are invading the bones, and I am drunk watching the clear shadow of the lonely Luan dancing.
At the end of the night, I returned home and was asleep, but the wind blew me awake.
On the night of August 14th, Sancha City faces the moon
Last year I saw the full moon in the Chibian Building, the clouds shimmered like jade hooks,
The host sighed because he did not welcome guests. , Qingge sent the golden boat to the sky.
Looking at the moon in Sancha City this year, the fine clouds will not make a good night.
Su'e ordered me to wash away the worries of the guests, and I also poured out my cup to invite you to get drunk.
The wind and dew spread thousands of miles away, and the ice wheel travels in the blue sky without any trace.
Yingying is full of grudges, and the moon cannot bear to fall, making people forget to sleep.
If you want to report to Guanghan Palace, you will see each other in thatched eaves and elegant houses.
Nothing can be said about next year, but I hope that people with a full moon will stay healthy.
Written in a dream on the night of August 4th
Taihua is steep and the water is long, and the white donkey is still tied to the setting sun.
The medicine furnace in Rudong deep in the mountain is cold, and the flowers and grains in the cloud room are fragrant.
The old man next door greets the mouth of the valley with a bottle, and the boy with three buns bows to the stream.
The Central Plains has become the present and the past, and things outside are idle and people are busy.
Drinking wine at midnight on August 5th and writing in cursive writing
There are immortals and monks, and green pillows facing the autumn lanterns.
Suddenly, he picked up three liters of wine and heard a dragon rushing into the vine.
On August 1, there was a light rain and a sudden coolness
I was sweating and panting, but who knew there would be such a pleasant wind!
The new coolness suddenly disappears from the world, and the remaining summer heat is really wiped out.
Just as a light thunder passed through Linwu, the rain had already blown to the curtains.
Youren has recovered from his illness and has nothing to do. He is left to write poems and enjoy his good years.
Badong Lingsha Baiyunting
Kou Gong fell into Baman in his prime, and he was proud of his solitary pavilion.
I often lean against the curved lantern to look at the water. I am uneasy and afraid that the surrounding walls will cover the mountains.
Although the remaining people are exhausted, they can still talk about it, and the old order still loves leisure when he first came.
If the officials are corrupt to the core, they might as well stay with guests to listen to the gurgling music.
It rains in Badong
I temporarily borrowed the clear stream to accompany the fishermen, and the solitary awning on the beach was wet with light rain.
From now on, the poem is in Badong County, not in the wind and snow of Baqiao.
Encountering light rain in Badong
What is the point of traveling thousands of miles to the west, just to beg for help from a poet?
At this point, it seems that the poem has not progressed, and then I realize that there is a limit to talent.
Postscript to Feng's Orchid Pavilion
How can I wait for you, the majestic Marquis of Huaiyin?
Fang Weng commented on this book and can be regarded as the ancestor of Lanting.
Postscript to Feng's Orchid Pavilion
The cocoon paper is hidden in Zhaoling, never to be seen again for thousands of years.
This book has its bones and is unique in the Orchid Pavilion.
Bai Di's boat ride
There is nothing to do on the way, and Jinting is more than pleasant.
The Xiajiang River rises and falls in spring, and the night lights on the bank are sparse.
In the old boat, it is still the beginning of ten years.
When I am tired of traveling and thinking about taxes and driving, I feel that I love my house even more.
Grey hair
The number of gray hairs has doubled this year, and it is impossible to support this old age behind closed doors.
The cattle and sheep are covered with wild frost, and it is late at night, and the crops are growing all year round.
Before noon, I took off the remaining millet from the cooking process, and suddenly it was cold and wrapped in thick silk.
Self-pity has not ruined the career of poetry, and the father and son put up a light in the window.
White hair
Thousands of white hair and sparse green temples. I lie down and watch the egrets flying in the sky.
I have been happy to pay tribute to the public all my life, but I miss Tao Ling's return to my hometown.
After the Qing Dynasty, there was no book to read, and in the remaining years of my life, I had to rely on Buddha to support me.
You see that everything in the world is illusory, so why not drink wine and fast for a long time?
Grey hair
If disease invades the prime of life, the hair may not be as white as white;
Occasionally, relying on acupuncture and stone skills, one can become a long-term guest in this world.
At the age of seventy, my hair is covered with frost and snow.
Although my ears and eyes have faded, I am still not separated from others.
Zhuoying thousands of hectares of lake, send the old house of five acres.
A long gown sewn with large cloth, crossing the east and south roads.
White hair
I have been born in many places, and I travel late at ten times.
My heart is filled with sadness, and my cheeks and head are shocked.
When there is a slight autumn wind, there is still a cold rain.
The stars are still sparse at first, but they cannot be removed.
In the past, the willows were as beautiful as spring, but now they are withered by frost.
No matter how green it is, how can it be like thinking of me?
I have always been happy with the outside world, but my fame and fame are sparse.
Throwing out the tweezers and sighing, there is no book on the golden elixir!
White hair
The white hair of Xiaoxiao is washing in the waves, and there is a thatched cottage in the southwest of Shanqu.
Drinking water, studying and being poor can make you happy. How can it hurt Dumen to take care of his illness and grow old?
The old man helping the plow has become five acres, but who can remember the man holding the halberd in three dynasties!
Just like the branches of chrysanthemums growing on the edge of a fence, they are still able to withstand frost despite their age.
Baiganpu Farewell to Fu Yong's Master Book
I have traveled a hundred miles, and it is already empty to see off the guests.
Fu Zi is alone with his family, and I will follow him here in the evening. Weng.
Thank you and refuse to go, the thin horse rushes into the north wind,
The mud splashes on the horse's head, and the frost flies into the fur.
When Maodian got a small talk, he remembered the bad years with regret.
Don’t be sad for your children, and the morality and justice are tempered by each other.
What will I do when I return? The fish and birds are worried about the pond and the cage.
You are from Taige, Luan Feng Yi Sheng Yong.
Ruoye surrounds the green mountains, and the heavenly sky covers the sky.
Every effort is different, why should the source be the same.
Sitting in the White Crane Pavilion at night
The sound of bamboos blows in the wind and rain, and the sound of pine waves rolls over.
I am sitting in the White Crane Pavilion, the lights are green and there is no conversation.
Kuoran's state of mind is silent, and the noise of officials and soldiers is washed away.
Sleeve hands, new poems, cold and powerful.
Qu Song has been dead for a thousand years, who can rise to Jiuyuan?
Li and Du in the middle attract the soul of Xiangshui alone.
Since then, there have been competitions to copy and write, how many people look forward to the vassal?
Landiao looks at the emerald, and the green ape cries in the misty rain.
Who knows that in the sea of ??clouds, 90,000 Peng Kun are struck.
I want to die at the end of the night, who can tell me this!
Bai Letian's poem: "Tired, leaning on the embroidered bed, worried, immobile, slowly drooping green, with a bun, low, Liaoyang, spring, no news, the flowers bloomed at night, the day before yesterday, and the West, the good people painted it as a picture of tired embroidery. This flower blooms in May and June." There are many thorns in the mountains, but they are not precious. I wrote a poem to express my sigh
In the years when the royal family moved eastward, the two capitals were deserted and dark with sand.
Where is the person who is tired of leaning on the embroidery bed? The wind and rain are all over the mountains and the flowers are blooming at night!
White Dragon
In the twilight of Guiyou in September, the White Dragon sees the west.
It has been clear for a long time, and the sky is clear at sunset.
There are no clouds in the jade sky, soaring high in the sky.
It has been hidden for a long time, and the elders have not tasted it.
Qingtai accounts for the five elements, this fact is very common.
I am not Liu Zizheng, so I will write a short chapter.
The white dew the day before had already felt like late autumn
A horse once guarded against the jade and stopped autumn, but how could it be known that an eighty-year-old fishing boat.
If you don’t have enough money to be invited, I’m afraid that others will laugh and grow old.
The day before the white dew had already felt like late autumn
Ningxu protects the city of Beiping, and Fuyun Temple is the surrender city.
Who would have thought that this ambition would turn out to be nothing, just listen to the sound of wild geese in front of the white-headed lamp!
White Owl
Every time in his life, he laughs at himself, and he picks up common people and eliminates them three times.
Only White Ou is my true guest, why are you so far away from others?
Baishou
When Baishou returns to his old hometown, the feeling of living in isolation is even more remarkable!
Guanhe has a long dream, and the old relatives and old books are withered and left behind.
I feel sorry for myself when I am sick, I write poems and think about it, and the poor people in my family laugh at the wine.
He was so dizzy that he just wanted to throw himself into bed, so his son persuaded Sun Fuqiang to go out.
Bai Shou
Bai Shouyuan accomplished nothing, and he always laughed like a king.
The flowers fly early and they know the spring is declining, and the leakage is exhausted and the beauty is more night-time?
It is unreasonable to be drunk if Xiao is scattered, and it is unfair to be arrogant.
Yuguan Qinghai is here now, and Maiye Mulang Village is here to send you this life.
Baishou
Baishou was called a temple official, and he was a lucky citizen in the Qing Dynasty.
Greeting guests in the forest, playing games in a dream.
The mountain road is stable and the smoke is fresh.
There are flowers and willows in every village, looking for spring when nothing happens.
Traveling in a carriage on the White Pagoda Road
The carriage is carried by a carriage due to minor illnesses, and even drinking alone makes one drunk.
Depart from Heping Pavilion and pass by Baita City at noon.
Cold weather is suitable for laziness, and rocking will make you sleep better.
We should not blame this for the early departure.
Suddenly I recalled that when I was in the army, I rode on iron cavalry on a snowy night.
Whoever has a strong heart will realize it again, and he will be ashamed of it.
Baita Courtyard
Thousands of cold green jade poles and thousands of floating screens.
Leaning on the railing to avoid the light rain, I met the returning monk with my hat in hand.
The waning moon illuminates the corner of the building, and the clouds cover the tower floors.
Xishan belongs to leisure travelers, leaning against dead vines at will.
White clouds come from the west and pass by the south window of the book nest
Minshan Mountain is still green for thousands of miles, and I hate that I can't reach Wu across the Yangtze River.
Jiyun Ranran is my old acquaintance, and I can take him back to sit in the corner!
A hundred years old
It is easy to grow old when you are a hundred years old, and autumn will come again every year.
A strong heart is as empty as a saddle, and a sick bone dares to bear the fox's head mound.
The discussion of slaughtering and fishing turns into wine and seclusion, and you can enjoy the sky while lying high in the mountains and forests.
Don’t be sad that you will have a wrong reputation in the late festival. Even if you die, you will be worthy of giving it to a drunken prince.
The slogan of worship
The yellow paper is like a crow, and it will be nine days in the morning.
Living in Jinghuqu, he has the title of Wuyi Immortal.
If you do nothing every day, you can get millions of dollars every year.
Gong Wei’s excellent old administration will shine through the ages.
Slogan of worship
Healing the sick and worshiping in the middle court, your kindness reaches the depths of the sea.
A new Luge was immediately added, and the old hairpin was temporarily brushed.
My heart wants to drink wine first, but my son said I would like to redeem the harp.
Life is as precious as worshiping the temple, and the mountains and forests are filled with joy.
Baidin watch
A letter from Chi Chi worked and Song Hu came. When will Qing Chi return to his hometown?
I only talk about Jianyan’s hunting ceremony, but who knows that the story is a lucky charm!
Twenty Rhymes of Worshiping the Temple of Duke Zhang Zhongding
Zhang Gong was an outsider, and had a fate with Shu by chance.
Heaven will put an end to the chaos in Shu, and he will be born in the human world.
At the beginning of the year, great thieves were on the rise, and joy and misfortune followed each other.
The emperor stopped eating jade, and the noble ministers supported the army.
Life and death bring out joy and anger, but the dead are often far behind.
The public said, "What's wrong with this?"
The river touches the ground axis, but the mainstay remains unmoved.
After all the threats and obedience, Fei Zhang was handed over to the emperor.
The superior intention is actually enlightened, and the most benevolent is better than the cruel.
If the noble minister does not reward him very much, he will be deposed from his power.
The safety of the country is at stake, but the people of Shu are safe.
Later there was A Tong, who took charge of the military affairs and opened the way.
In the late period, he promoted Muzhou Gong and went to Gonger Jinchan.
The situation was unstoppable. Beixiang picks Youyan.
Suiqiu Ruins in Shenjing has been facing difficulties so far.
When there is no loyalty to the public, who can defeat his traitors?
I came to pay my respects to the temple. The trees are filled with smoke.
The dead cannot do anything, they are stunned and crying.
Angrily feeling the misfortune, generously thinking of the public and virtuous.
Spring and Autumn send off and welcome God, who sings this article!
Half salary since February of Wuchen, no more words to write a quatrain
It has been several years since I have been asked to return to the mountain, so what is the use of monthly water and money?
You are so thoughtful and yet so afraid that you dare to beg for mercy from others!
The half-stipend has been set since the second month of the Wuchen period and has no more words as a quatrain
The new salary coupons are collected with waste paper, and the welcome guests only have one fur fur.
You are hoeing the secluded garden every day without a smile, but you are still learning from the east of the wall.
Half feet of red in full bloom
Wuzhong is as clear as the sky when drinking wine, and you can admire half a foot of red beside the pond.
Who is similar to me in my ability to communicate with the gods? The spring breeze is everywhere.
Baoji Temple
Occasionally I visit the ancient temple, and the sights come before my eyes.
The eminent monk is sitting on the rock, and the wild travelers are walking in the forest.
Looking at the poverty across the vast sea, I chant for a long time and the clouds are flat at dusk.
This place is really hard to come to, so it’s a pleasure to be here for a while.
The sword chants
The secluded person rests on the sword, and there is a sound in the dark night.
People say that if a sword transforms into a dragon, one is afraid of the wind and thunder;
Otherwise, if one is angry and furious, he will be thinking about the expedition.
Take the wine and pick up the sword: the treasure should be concealed.
Who knows the king, the time will come from the execution.
There is room in a box, but Hu Weiming is unfair?
Have enough food
Having a good food is a waste of time, and I am ashamed of history. I look at my shadow in front of the lamp and sigh at my loneliness.
When the horse is weak, it is still necessary to cultivate doubts to know the way; when the tortoise is too long, it will not work.
The waist is just boasting, and there are more than just stars in the mirror.
Shi Fan looks back to the beginning, but it is still far away, and he still has to wait for the Qingqiu Poria cocos.
Heavy rain
The wind is so angry that it is about to tear down the house, and the rain is like bursting a dam.
The lone lamp reflected in the window is extinguished, and the birds are perched on the eaves.
The heat of summer is bright, and the sound of autumn is suddenly miserable.
It is said that the river has risen and everything has been cut off.
Heavy rain
The black dragon hangs in the southeast, and it takes thousands of people.
Although it is cloudy, the claws and tail are slightly recognizable.
Tomorrow a heavy rain will come, followed by thunder and earthquakes.
The flat land will turn into a river, and it will only take a moment for it to swallow up.
My house has been in ruins for a long time, but it cannot suppress the true pansy.
In the midst of being happy and haggard, I will not be stingy when I am full.
When Yu Gong went to the field garden, the grass and trees were all green.
Xiao Ran wore a scarf on the bank and caressed the court with three sighs.
Heavy rain
The black clouds are like dragon claws, and the white rain is like a chess piece.
The old house is leaking everywhere, what will happen tonight?
How can I just move the bed to avoid it? I almost want to cook in a pot.
It disturbs the people in the house and does not eat at the right time.
The children are pitiful, barefoot and crying in the afternoon.
Aunt Yu'er, Shao Ren, there will be a meeting in Kaiji.
Sorrowful teeth fall out by themselves
As the years pass, you will be lenient, and this will lead to decline and decline.
Talk about ordinary things and just treat them as children's teeth.
Elegy Song
Senior figures are like horses and dragons as friends, Yunmeng swallows eighty-nine in his chest,
The white jade is captured in the Qin Emperor's palace, and a jade bucket is struck in Xiang Yu's tent. .
Zhang Gang didn’t care about foxes, but Dong Long was not as good as a chicken or a dog.
The wind is beating against the wind, and the sword is roaring by the bedside.
Recalling the encounter with the Emperor Gao Zhilongzhun, how can I expect that I will be alone and empty-headed!
Now that the bones are buried in five tombs, their bones will become immortal in this world.
Isn’t Hu going to sweep Youzhou for Changxing? Hu is not as good as the people in the past who tried to restore the Nine Worlds?
It’s shameful for me to live in a filthy life and die because of my husband’s affairs.
Elegy
Studying cannot fulfill my aspirations, and literature cannot fulfill my talents.
It’s too early to return happily after traveling far away, and you will get old before the great medicine is taken.
It is ten miles south of Jielu City, and Chaimen opens directly to the lake and mountains.
Sometimes they go on wild walks and stay overnight, or they return home crying.
Thirty-six of Tan Gong’s plans are not as good as returning home;
Purple Camel’s Peak Mysterious Palm is not as good as rice, beans, soup and taro;
It is better to lie down high and blow the spring thunder with your breath than to have six-phase seals on your waist.
An Debaosu's fifty-stringed strings wrote endless sorrow for me!
Elegant Songs
I often feel sorry for myself and express my words of poverty.
It’s a lot of cramped space, and the dream is also bitter.
The fat car makes you think of a long way, and the breath makes you grow old.
The Song map of the Central Plains is still passed down to Hu Chu today!
This responsibility lies with the ministers, what can the princes do?
Talk and laugh about the old Beijing, which reminds people of Xiping.
Elegy Song
You have a mouth but you can read Lisao, you have hands but you can hold crab claws.
Every person has his own fate when he falls to the ground, and misfortunes and blessings will follow him wherever he goes.
I have been slandering you for the rest of my life, and it is as violent as the autumn river waves in August.
Zun Fist's ribs have been broken, Cao's arrows have not been drawn
The bones are so haggard that they can fall down, but they are not strong enough to conquer the hero.
I have to live with all kinds of worries, but I am lucky enough to return to Penghao in my remaining years.
I smile to myself all the time by looking at the water, but my jaws are filled with frost and snow.
Throwing away your shirt and wat when you leave the official career is like being scratched by ringworm and scabies.
It is too late to regret after seeing things, but prison and discipline can still make your son happy.
How can states and counties be in vain if they are forced to ride in the lower reaches of the river?
Sad Autumn
After being ill and unable to control myself, the lakeside is desolate and cold in the early morning.
Mr. Feng Tang, who had turned white in shock, was saddened by Song Yu in the Qing Dynasty.
There are several sounds of newly arrived geese on the pillow, and a game of chess is about to end in front of the lamp.
My husband seems to have no idea how ruthless the world is.
Sad Autumn
Tobacco is the desolate autumn in August, and the deserted villages are covered with weft and fur.
The Taoist lacks the ability to practice, and the idleness in the plains gives rise to sorrow.
Sad Autumn
Autumn lights are like solitary fireflies, shining brightly in the windows;
Autumn rain is like a leaky bag, dripping from morning to night.
How can I, like Chu, chase my ministers and express my sorrow and resentment?
It is sad to see autumn, just because I worry about the country.
The three armies are old and do not fight, and they are more trapped than the house and collect taxes.
Can there be regular garrison lines between the Jianghuai River and the Huaihe River every year?
Sad Autumn
Throwing a coir raincoat boat on the snowy stream, Liangzhou was restored to Yizhou in eight years.
The dream of prosperous Begonia was shattered, and the dream of falling into the well was shaken.
In the morning class, I no longer go to the palace. In the evening, I just think about my old dormitory.
The lung meridian of the disease is sparse in the wine cup for ten days, and the only way to go to the south building is to worry about it.
Sad Autumn
The body is withered and disease invades the mausoleum, and an old monk sleeps less and is hungry.
On a frosty night, sorrow is even more rogue. Do not collect books and leave a light on.
Sad Autumn
The rustle of autumn is bleak and there is fresh frost on the temples, and it is easy for people to break their hearts when they are still in the room.
Waiting behind closed doors to live in sorrow, teaching in the wind and rain ruined the Double Ninth Festival.
Sad Autumn
The loneliness of the remaining years cannot help but fall, drunk from the desolation and wake up even more sad.
Wealth and honor are in vain and become a money-keeping prisoner. I am now more than a hundred and should rest.
Sad Autumn
The light rain falls on the bleak sky, and when I am drunk, I borrow random books to sleep.
When I dream back, I feel resentful and no one understands me. The pillow with the scent of orange feels like the old days.
North Window
The north window has no vulgar objects, and there is still coolness in the summer weather.
The jade waves wax and wane in the sun, and the wind ripples can be a bed.
The cup is used to make new tea, and the fragrance remains in the furnace.
The gauze towel is gone to the shore, and the wild water is next to the wild water.
North window
Half-life cicadas have been sitting at the north window, still guarding the broken vat in their old age.
You can get a hundred gold coins if you buy a book, and you can get a hundred pieces of gold if you buy a book, and you can get a pair of white jade stones if you look for a sentence.
The old man still thinks about Mengze, and his grand trip was fishing in the Bajiang River.
Hansheng's career has been exhausted, and his writing power is finally ashamed to be able to carry it.
North Window
The original meaning of Beichuang is to be proud of the Emperor Xi, and the feeling of returning to the garden is longer.
The healthy calf wears a star to plow the white water, and the hungry silkworms pick green mulberries in the rain.
Confucianism, Zhu Mo, and Confucianism start winter studies, and temple history sacrifices are sacrificed to celebrate the new year.
From then on, even though the hair on the temples looked like snow, it still could not stop praising the Yu and Tang Dynasties.
North Window
The white-headed official is only in prison, and the green lantern is bright and dark in the north window.
At the fifth watch, there are storms and dreams for thousands of miles, and for half a lifetime, there are many worries in the world.
The ambition has left the golden mail, and I am tired of wandering in the empty space to embrace the black mink fur.
Hunting at night in Bating is a joy, but I dare to hate the general Lao Buhou.
North window
The clouds are opening to see the snow on the mountain, the courtyard is quiet and the wind of pine trees is heard.
The officials went to lie down with their arms bent, which seemed not to be in this world.
North Window
The lotus root cut off by the cold spring is long and the silk is long, and the pattern is open and the melon and jasper are fragrant.
When I take a nap at noon, the shadows of the trees turn around, and no one can stop the coolness of the north window.
North Window
The old man begs for his bones and bids farewell to the holy pilgrimage.
The bamboo head is so useful that the tung tail cannot help but burn.
Short brown stitched cloth, pick medicinal seedlings for morning meal.
The wind and frost conquer the wild goose road, and the lamps burn in the monk's dormitory.
Long travelers inquire about their well-being, while raccoon slaves accompany them in loneliness.
The fallen leaves sing from the north window, and I feel sad that the night is far away.
North Window
The old man is aging day and night, and often lies on his back when he gets up.
There is a book in the window, where sages and sages talk to each other all day long.
A guest from Donggao loses rice, and charming pearls come out;
The monks in Nanshan pay tea, and the fine snow falls;
My son also explains things, Xijia self-cut vegetables.
As soon as you give up, all your thoughts will be lost.
Go away from the secular world in leisure time, and meet the Taoism with clear thoughts.
Suffering from chronic illness can lead to samādhi.
Hang the crown to oppose Buwei, and print thanks to Yinmoi.
The stone in the courtyard is green, this guest is really out of the ordinary.
North Window
Yan Ying is less than five feet long, but Chunyu is as tall as a stone.
It is no longer a sigh of relief that the old man has no fame, and the funny and cynical style is no longer what it used to be.
Back then, we were all making friends, but who would have expected that the open door would be silent now!
Chen Shan and Li Shi have been scholars for thousands of years. It will be a pity for the world to die early.
Elegance reveals destiny, and Taoism promotes good fortune without human power.
I am an old farmer in Jishan. What good will I do if I live to be a hundred years old?
The next generation needs someone to be feared. Who can hide like an enemy?
Don’t be frightened by your arrogance. Go back to the north window and remain silent.
North Window
The ruins of the dilapidated house are whistling and singing, and there is whistling everywhere from a window.
Every time I read it, I sigh that I have few peers, but only when something goes wrong do I realize how many days have passed.
The wild geese are flying in the autumn on the wet sandbank, and the geese sing at night in Dipu when the rain comes.
When will the boat be renewed? The remaining potpourri contains drunken pothos.
North window
The shadows on the curtains are uneven. In front of the noon leak, the basin mountain is green and moist after the rain.
Poems without outstanding verses are really in decline, but drinking with beauty makes me feel sad!
When the petrels clean their nests, they will be in chaos again, and Wu silkworms have eaten for three sleeps.
The famous spring lives up to my son's wishes, and I can fry it with my hands in a small pit.
North Window
The light rain is gradually turning sunny, and the north window is clear and green.
But because he was poor in politics and had few clerks, he lay down listening to the sound of swallows picking at the curtains.
North Window
Jiu Mo is busy with yellow dust in the morning and evening, but the lonely people love the coolness of the North Window.
The clear chanting slightly changes the rhythm of the old poetry, and the fine calligraphy is used to copy the new wine recipe.
The grass and trees are sparse. Spring has gone, and the music and books are scattered and the days are beginning to grow.
Broken the Qiang Lin and stopped eating the food for a long time, and also broke the copper and half of the seal incense.
Bei Chuang disease begins
One hunger can be tolerated and ten thousand factors are light, but the disease gradually subsides when the condition returns to Youchuang.
What’s more, God will finally appreciate it, and the deceitful Japanese are rampant.
Dust rises frequently on the roadside, and the waves outside the door clear and leave tassels.
If you don’t hate vulgarity, you will return home under the guest star temple.