Poems of "Four Gentlemen"

Mei: Xiaomei in the Lin Bu Mountain has shaken off her unique beauty and occupied a small garden in a variety of ways. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues. Wang Anshi, looking for spring, likes to see plums, and there is snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Lu You heard that the fragrance of plum blossoms is full of fresh wind, and snow drifts are all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? "Mei" and "Mei" in Qiu Jin once met. Once, they were the most affectionate and infatuated. Three thousand trees under the lonely mountain can stand the cold and frost. This kind of orchid: Zhang Heng's "bitterness" is Qiu Lan, and it was planted there. It has a strong fragrance and a zay flower. Although it's deep, it's beautiful. The son of the cloud is far away, how about my labor. Fan Qin's Poem on Hui Cao Hui was born in Beishan, and she lost her place. Rooted in the shady cliff, afraid of danger, afraid of the depression at night. Cold springs soak my roots, and cold winds often wander. Three lights and eight pillars, no afterglow. Ye Yong has withered, and dew is everywhere. A hundred flowers are blooming, and they have lost their posture. More beautiful than me, I am sad. Fu Xuan's Qiu Lan reflects the Yaochi in autumn, and the water in the pool is clear and fragrant. Lotus hair with the wind, there is a pair of mandarin ducks. Pisces is enthusiastic, and when two birds are together, they will return to Xiang. You and my concubine have been dressed for nine years. Xu leaned down and looked up. I also want to be a guest, I hope the wind will never sigh. Qiao Yuan also has something to say, which means happiness. Now that the guests are here, I want to play with you. The micro chapter is selected, and the fragrance is Lan Ruo. If you are consistent, you will be retaliated. Bamboo: The south wind is coming today, blowing the bamboo in front of the yard. When the treble is low, the blades touch each other. The wind and snow are bleak and can't be humiliated. The wind and bamboo have returned, and the jade is scattered. Therefore, there is no mountain today, and autumn rain is a hedge chrysanthemum. I don't know if this gentleman is healthy or not, but he came back to sweep the south porch green. —— Written in the second year of Yuanfeng (1020), a monk in Huzhou can't live without meat, food and bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable. Others scoff at this, so high that they are stupid. If you don't chew this, there will be no Yangzhou crane in the world. Notes on Selected Poems of Su Shi: Chrysanthemums are not covered by rain, but Ao Shuang branches still exist. The house built by Su Shi in Drinking for Liu Jingwen (Tao Yuanming) is in a humanistic environment, but there are no chariots and horses. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.