The spring breeze on the lake is like the old year.
Stone bridge weeping willows two also.
I was shocked for 20 years,
It started raining in Gong Li Dam.
The ear of the emotional department. Go back, sing a few times, feel wrong, just teach Mr Li Ruihe in the ninth hospital, teacher Li changed the numbers, so he is fluent, he said:
The spring breeze on the lake recalls last year,
Stone bridge weeping willows two also.
Looking for dreams on the Gong Li Dam,
Twenty years have passed.
So I started to do it and recorded it.
Yesterday, when I was looking for spring, I saw that the cauliflower on strangers was almost used up, and the peach blossoms in Chi Pan were in full bloom. However, after a storm, the peach blossom will eventually be destroyed and scattered on it.
Just a pair of butterflies, flying around it, seem to cherish the meaning of spring, it is necessary to see it and be moved:
All the way to the end of the world,
Look at clouds and sunsets.
Butterfly seems to know that spring is coming to an end.
Dance around the peach blossom.
Mr. Li Ruihe thought there was no turning point in the last sentence, but he changed the word "que" to "therefore" and warned that function words should be used with caution, and every word should be well-founded and not arbitrary. Replace the word "like" with "also", as follows:
All the way to the end of the world,
Look at clouds and sunsets.
Butterfly knows that spring is coming to an end.
It's so beautiful, right around the peach blossom. "
Mr. Wang also thinks that the two sentences are not tight, which is suspected of being abrupt. I felt the same way yesterday, so I'll think about it today.
Now it has deepened Jia Changjiang's "two sentences for three years, one tear and two streams." If you don't appreciate your bosom friend, you will return to Shan Ye. "Three flavors in one.
On the same day, Ersanzi and I were invited to visit the Peach Blossom Garden in Kangwang Valley. I was burning all the way, and the edge of the road flowed, and the fragrance seemed to touch my chest, which was almost inhuman. After three or five days, the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking in my ears is intermittent, and I occasionally see other people's children playing in front of the court, and their clothes are well known today.
The deeper you go, the more secluded your path becomes. When you get to the end of poverty, you suddenly hear the sound of the stream, such as thunder rolling, the rocks on the stream are placed horizontally, the Banqiao stands obliquely, and you stumble over the rocks, and the side steps are straight up. Halfway up the mountain, you will see Taoyuanju.
Into Chai Fei, step by step, sit on the rafters, look at the blue stream by the stream, look up at the green forest and see the white, and the birds and flowers in the stream are chirping. At this time, when, unexpectedly extremely husband swim smelting? !
When I went back, I used poetry to describe it, using the rhyme of Shen Zhen's Peach Blossom Crossing, as follows:
Where to find Wuling, don't dust off the fairyland.
Willow green turns to Sina, and peach red sends warm spring.
Walking through the forest but smelling birds, crossing the water without meeting anyone.
No flowers, no one needs to care.
Mr. Ruihe told me to end with "flying flowers go straight home, inadvertently" so as not to focus on the word "people". Yu Naichen lived in seclusion with hidden worries, but he didn't want outsiders to notice. Hearing this, Li Li changed the couplet to: "I'm afraid of sending tricks." After completion, I repeated the word "change" and finalized it as follows:
Where to find Wuling, don't dust off the fairyland.
Willow green turns to Sina, and peach red reflects early spring.
Walking through the forest but smelling birds, crossing the water without meeting anyone.
Afraid of sending flowers away and attracting customers.
Lu Yanrang of the Tang Dynasty once said, "If you sing a word, you will break a few stems." There are all kinds of words, but only those who study poetry can taste the ups and downs. Can others teach them? !
Since I came back from Taoyuan, my mood in the next few days is hard to calm down. I still think about the rocks by the stream, the sound of spring, the wind at the bottom of the stream and the clouds on the ridge. ..... always don't go to the eyebrows, find a poem, as "tender, the five laws of night songs", as follows:
Where is Taoyuan? Go back to the director
There is no road in the mountains, but there are birds in the forest.
Sleeping moss clouds come out of the hole, making the flute phoenix sing loose.
Don't feel green hills and dusk, Lingquan sends a late bell.
Teacher Rui and he changed the "strategy" to "tilt" and praised it a little. I am very happy to hear that, so I will be diligent and forge ahead.
One day after the Qingming Festival, I drove to Guangji to cross the river. It happened to be beautiful, so I stopped to linger. Step by step, I searched for fragrance, but when I saw new green branches, long spring grass, southwest wind blowing, and residual red bursts in disorder, I knew that the east wind was full of flowers for several days, but I didn't realize that spring was deep and spring hatred became again. The so-called: It is said that this spring is full of happiness, but it still wastes an east wind ... that is, a person walks to the river and enjoys the sunset, the green hills are in sight and the water flows east.
Take a break once a year,
Looking for fragrance clusters when the heart is clear and idle.
The forest shadows sing, flowers bloom and fall,
At dusk, Wangjiang Shuidong was disappointed.
Remember it.
The day before yesterday, I visited Peach Blossom in Yongquan, and then I met DOG on the roadside. I'm glad to see the flowers in bloom, and a pair of butterflies are dancing around it, which seems to be hard to part with, so I have a poem:
Looking for incense has gone to the end of the world,
Look at clouds and sunsets.
Butterfly knows that spring is coming to an end.
It's so beautiful, right around the peach blossom.
Mr. Ruihe commented: "The two sentences are not closely connected, which is suspected of being abrupt."
I heard it, and I wanted to change it, but I hesitated for ten days before I got a sentence. I still don't know if it's appropriate. I am anxious to show Mr. Yi Ruihe and comment: "There is no limit to independence, and there are many feelings, but the environment is empty and real." I am glad to hear the news, so I should be encouraged.
It's not easy to know poetry at first, but it's not easy to change it! The record is as follows:
Looking for incense has gone to the end of the world,
Look at clouds and sunsets.
People are independent,
Counting crows in the depths of Chaos Mountain.
Remember it.
On that day, I went to the mountain, stayed for half a day, looked at the beautiful scenery, felt the mountains and peaks under the influence of clouds and smoke, and talked with people more. I hold a roll of grass, think it is a good thing to sing, a little happy, just write down under the lamp:
How lonely an empty mountain is, the wind will calm down.
I heard people talking through the door and pushed the window to the wild smoke.
Carpet for grass, splash ink and write evenly.
I don't feel the green hills and dusk, and the sound is loose in my ears.
For many years, I wanted to go all the way to Los Angeles to see peonies, but I never made it. It's just that another spring is coming to an end, and colorful flowers have blossomed everywhere. It's a pity to pay for the broken well.
That evening, wandering in court, I saw a Yunnan tea, full of flowers and petals, comparable to peony, and seemed to pity the owner's mind and comfort his heart. Why is it so gentle and loving? ! At that time the feeling, hence sing a way:
It's been several years since the Ilonan incident,
Famous flowers only look in dreams.
Camellia will also be appreciated by the owner.
Learn peony at sunset.
When you arrive at the lake of Poyang Lake, you can see the boundless wild incense and green grass. Shui Ze is windy and dazzling. Climbing up the mound overlooking, fishing boats are little by little, boundless. I went to Nanshan again and climbed to the top of the high mountain to see the beautiful lakes and mountains. The mountains are deep and narrow and the old moss is thick. The so-called singing has a bird path, and there is no one. Calm down and think about it, think about it today, it's still here. It's a poem written by a letter, which I thought would be remembered:
I have been longing for Nanshan for a long time, and I have had several quiet thoughts.
Moss grows old in the wild before birds crow and bloom.
Every poem contains wine, such as a string gripping people.
A person goes up to sing, but sits opposite the cloud.
One-day trip to the coast of Los Angeles, climb the building and overlook the past. Looking at the water for a long time, thinking about the past of the thirteen dynasties, it is as prosperous as a dream. However, the grass is still lush and the floc is still lingering. The youngest son is at home fishing for Weng. The so-called human metabolism, between ancient and modern times, began to deepen the sorrow of Mencius' fairy mountain in recent years. He also knew that people had mourned for thousands of years, such as today. Is it not painful to think about it? ! At that time, I felt relieved and wandered around the building in the sunset, singing:
It's still far to climb, just like an imperial country.
During the Han and Wei Dynasties, grass grew widely in Sui and Tang Dynasties.
There is another village, and the grass hides the boat.
Don't talk about the bustling things, you also worry.
My daughter always asks doubtfully, "Why does my mother spend every day in a quiet room, enjoying the greenery, being a window and sitting in the morning?" She always stays with books, but doesn't care about evil? " ?
Right: people sit indoors, think about the ages, hear about the events of the hundred generations, comfort the nobles, relax, hold the yellow axis and climb the white stone. If you have had enough fun here, you'll have to entertain yourself. Why do you have to be a humanitarian in the eyes of outsiders? !
I remember that Tao Hongjing was deeply wronged by the wizards, but he refused to be an official. Liang Wudi was also puzzled and asked questions, but he wrote poems to answer these questions. Cloud:
What's in the mountains? There are many white clouds on the mountain.
You can only be self-indulgent, but you are reluctant to give it to you.
Read this, a joy, hence a song, dedicated to my daughter:
How can you be happy when you are silent? When the morning light is dim, it is a window.
I often listen to ancient sounds, and every pair of high-spirited friends.
Jin posts are full of entertainment, and Han books are comparable to wine.
Tao Ran forgot the machine and took away thousands of poems.
Tomorrow, Ying Bing and others will re-enter Kangwang Valley and board the Taoyuan Mansion. The host greeted the guests, and the guests and friends had a wonderful time together, holding cups diligently. When the castle peak reflects the window, the stream is full of ears, the natural picture is clear, and the mountains and rivers are clear. I can't think of it for a long time. I have left the party, and I am disappointed. Fortunately, there is a breeze in the mountains, and there is affection all the way. I've been thinking about fists for several days, and I'm still eager to get pregnant. I said in the poem, remember:
Once again, I entered Taoyuan and Scholar's Academy.
Calmly holding green ants, generous reciting articles.
Streams play with flowing water, and dusk clouds give birth to green hills.
A wisp of Yin Qin Feng sent me to Xunyang.
I suddenly recalled that day, I went on stage with Ersanzi in the afternoon, and saw the distant peaks and mountains. I looked at them charmingly. Suddenly, the top of the mountain in Ran Ran, Yun Qi was covered with moss, and it rained once or twice. It is a kind of true meaning to hear three or four warblers occasionally. I'm glad to meet them. Is it a gentleman traveling with me? ! So there is a song:
What distance can you expect? You are full of affection.
The top of Yun Qi is covered with moss.
It's raining at dusk, but it smells good when you turn around.
I'm glad to meet the real meaning, and the situation will follow the guests.
I remember Zhong Chunri and Yiqing went to Xing Zi Ren Yan Caotang. They saw dozens of square inkstones, each with its own beautiful patterns and wonderful shapes. The quality is as good as jade, and the color is dark green. They painted landscape figures, an inkstone, a painting, a scene, a thought, ethereal, poetic and delicious.
After a few months, what I can't forget is the inkstone that turns into snow at dusk. The left half of the stone is textured and slightly white, because it thinks that snowflakes are falling into the sky. There was a long boat under the river, carrying a leaf. A fisherman came out of the boat, dressed in Li and holding a long pole, slowly climbed the stairs and walked to the cliff rafters. The mountain road was narrow, and Lao Song walked four or five chapters, all branches. In the twilight, the pines are faint and the snowflakes are falling. The more tomorrow, the snow will be full of lonely boats, and there will still be this person who will drive the cold river. ! I don't know it, but I can't say anything about it, caress it and remember this day, so I can write a composition to praise it. I also know that this inkstone is good for Mr Ai He's heart. I once gave it a four-line poem, which was engraved by Mr. Gui Wenxiang. This poem is as follows:
Near Jiangzhou, the clouds melt into snow,
There is no wave and no blue flow in an inkstone.
Idle fishing rods come home late,
Looking back, the jade hairpin is full of lonely boats.
Reading it, the artistic conception is ethereal and distant, and my heart moves, based on its original rhyme and a four-line poem:
Reed lives in the night boat,
Chai Men still faces the river.
When the evening clouds close and the pine trees rise,
Snow and sand fly in Manzhouli.
An inkstone is not an inkstone. It has the warmth of jade, the elegance of literati and the meaning of poetry. Put it on the desk a few times and be by your side every day. Just like a beauty mirror, elegant men are also suitable for noble men!
I remember coming out of Mr. Duan Yang's studio in the art museum and walking to the front door. I suddenly met a dog and confronted it for a long time. Take advantage of my unprepared, quietly withdrew. However, I don't know where I come from. I went straight to the back of the mountain and ran for hundreds of meters before stopping to have a rest. The shock began.
I seldom cross this mountain, and I don't know its name. However, when I saw Ran Ran in the shade, covered with moss, swaying bamboo forests, clear shadows and bright flowers, few people walked in secluded places, which was unexpected. At this time, however, it is the end of spring, the yellow birds are getting thinner and the frogs are singing at the beginning, so there is a song:
Occasionally into the spring mountain, there are fresh tourists in the secluded forest.
Money blowing in the wind, moss still exists.
Ran Ran is far away, and chirping songbirds are light.
When you stand leisurely, the situation is like a frog croaking.
Remember it!
Ms Shu Jie is determined to return to China. She went down to Emei in the west, and from Shu and Xun, she chose Taoyuan landscape as her burial place. Build a hall and a room, and draw a spring on the rafters. When opening an account, every household is vaguely green; Push the window, the window contains glaze clouds. On the edge of the fence, the morning dew shines and chrysanthemums soak in the sunset; By the path, bamboo leads to moss, and crows live loosely. Every time a pair of birds chase each other under the eaves and jump up and down. I said I tasted it all night and went on stage to hold a roll. When I saw Yun Qi and Ran Ran, I forgot my words. I don't know what year this is. I heard it, and I felt it at that time, so I sang to express my yearning:
I'm lucky to have traces of Ling Tao.
Build a rafter camp chrysanthemum garden, facing Qingfeng.
Looking around the Yun Qi River, why meet old friends?
It's true to live in the mountains, but I forget the old appearance.
With the second and third sons, I went to Nanshan to find the hidden trace of Qu Dan, stayed for a long time, made it clear, and came back with memories. I just wrote a poem about Qu Dan to express my feelings:
Listen to the rain in Nanshan, chrysanthemum in Dongli,
Su Zhan welcomes the wind and the moon.
There is only one song by Xiao Yu here.
Half moon and half clear water.
After reading it, the romance is lingering and the sound of the flute is still there. However, the early stage is a while, and the later stage is difficult. So, it is the five laws. Let's talk about it, thank you:
Looking for your secluded place, lotus blossoms all the way.
The windows are green and the courtyard is green.
Waiting for the rain to stop, my best old friend came.
Yin Zhi suggested romance, and the meeting was safe?
Recalling the trip to Jinggang that year, I spent the night at the foot of the mountain, and the courtyard was planted with ancient trees. Facing the green hills, it was quiet and serene, which made people forget the noise of the city.
The night is deeper and the railings are small. How can you stand sleeping on such a good night? I hear the wind blowing through my ears, winding the weft and singing autumn. The scenery is particularly beautiful, but I hate that there is no wonderful hand of painters. I draw them one by one!
After standing for a long time, Fang was disappointed and turned and walked to the house. Suddenly I saw fireflies gathering for three or five days, lingering, feet scattered, coming and going, right. After being ignorant, you have to study in the middle of the night and add desk lamps frequently? ! Read it today, feel it, and then recite it:
Sensen ancient trees are long and quiet,
You can hear the sound of weft winding in your ears.
Around fireflies,
Yin Qin added a bright lamp.
Cao planted a bunch of plantains and a bamboo pole at his residence in Nanshan, which won my admiration. Although the mountain is deep and long, few people travel, but it is cold and hot at four o'clock, bamboo wind and banana rain have passed through your ears, and tomorrow the breeze will be in your arms, so you can play music and write books to eliminate the eternal days and send you away. Why are you lonely? Read here, there is a hymn:
Weave firewood for the hedge,
Bamboo, wind, bananas and rain have been together for a long time.
Affection is easier,
Open my book of poems and be my friend.
Just teach Mr. Xiang Xian. It's easy to understand:
Wood is used as a fence,
Bamboo, wind, bananas and rain have been together for a long time.
Affectionate and lively,
Open my book of poems and be my friend.
Learning poetry is not easy. Every time you do it, you will frown and delay for a long time. Unlike essays, they are written by letters and pens without any obstacles. I occasionally have poetic ideas. Although I have no strength, I will meditate in the lent. Why bother? The so-called "rogue poet demon unconsciously invaded, self-sinking fence", so is Gai. I also tried to ask Mr. Xiang Xian and told him, "No, but mostly for it!" "
Read ten thousand volumes of fu, and you will be good at fu; Just look at a thousand swords. Perilla said: "You don't have to point fingers at other people's defects, but do more things you see."
Believe it, Siyan!
Remember it!
Yesterday, I read a parrot song by Bai Ben, a poet of Yuan Dynasty, and then I read dozens of poems such as Songs of the South, Fisherman and Fisherman's Song. I felt its endless significance, and I also learned to use my stunts. In order to admire it, I lived among reeds, but I loved seagulls, forgot all right and wrong, jumped high, fled the world, let nature take its course, and enjoyed the endless river.
After fishing, I returned to the short tent.
Li's four songs steam Chinese Pulsatilla.
Hogg has plenty of food and the moon is bright.
A pillow of reed flowers, a pillow of breeze.