Zhang Hu's "Xianghe Song Ci·Reading Five Songs" The rice on the pottery is not pounded, and the silk is left in the window. Watching him drive the car, there must be no four corners.
Zhang Hu read five songs. The rice on the mill is not pounded, and the silk is left in the window. Watching him drive the car, there must be no four corners.
Li Shangyin committed suicide. After Tao Ling abandoned his official position, he slept on his back in a study room. Whoever gives five pecks of rice wants to change the wind from the north window.
Du Fu’s Twelve Poems to Relieve Boredom Shang Hu bid farewell to Yangzhou and recalled the old post building in Xiling. In order to ask about the value of rice from Huainan, I took advantage of my excitement and wanted to go east.
Liu Yuxi and singer Mi Jiarong sang to an unexpected level in Liangzhou, and Mi Jiarong was the only one who was old enough to sing. In recent times, the world has underestimated its ancestors, and they like to dye their moustaches and have to be reborn afterward.
Bai Juyi ascended to Lingying to look at Taipei. When he was at the top, he saw that the world was small and he knew the color and space in the distance. Looking back to go to the market, a handful of rice fell into Taicang.
Bai Juyi sent two pieces of silver rice to Pei Shilang. Because he wrote two quatrains about customs and whether the rice dumplings were good enough, he tried washing them with salt plums. I don’t know how much small utensils can be tolerated. The rice in Xiangyang is cheap and the wine is wide.
Shi Jianwu's Ci Dansha Washing Purple light accumulates through thousands of washes, and the night fire shines brightly on the jade plate. I'm afraid it's Magu's leftover grains of rice that will never be seen by the world.
Yong Tao returned to the west and came out of Xie Valley. He passed the dangerous stack and came out of Baoxie. When he came out of Pingchuan, he felt like he was home. Today the worries of travelers from thousands of miles away are gone, and rice bag flowers are seen for the first time in front of the horse.
Pi Rixiu's "Three Odes of Mulan Houchi·Chongtai Lotus" is hard to bear, and the edge of each leaf is half a meter of gold. You have to teach him, Concubine Shui, that the two elements are one heart.
Cheng Fuduan's Drama: How could Qin's city be so despicable for two hundred years? One hectare of wheat seedlings costs five meters, and three main rooms cost two thousand yuan.
Chen Tao's eleven poems on bamboo. When the swallows are young, the purple rice smells fragrant, and the wild stream shyly crosses the east wall. Children, don't twist them into bamboo shoots and raise phoenixes in high cages.
Shen Taowen Traveling to the West Lake □□□□□□□, wild rice and apple blossoms look like hometown. It's not that you won't get it if you don't return, it's a good wind and a bright moon.
Zheng Yu wrote a drunken question to the Guangzhou Embassy. The people suffered from famine for several years, and the prefect was as greedy as a tiger or a wolf. Today, the fish and rice are cheap in Haiyu, and the big beard is ashamed of the yellow pomegranate.
Jiang Yigong lives in Mingshan, and the master of the palace, Gao Taibao, is in trouble. It is difficult to bite the big bones of his family. In Minakorn South Channar Mansion, you can only see the water on the river flowing eastward.
Bai Juyi drank wine at the end of the year in Nanpu, and sent the king back to the capital on the 15th day of the year. After the twelfth lunar month, the ice covered the water, and at night the clouds darkened the Lushan Mountain. The wind blows finely, and the snow falls like rice, rustling among the reeds. I will stay here for two years, and I will give you a drink now. There is no need to get drunk when we look at each other, and we are always idle when we gather and disperse when we are poor.
Bai Juyi sent me a message immediately. There is no plowing and hoeing of the astringent rice in the She fields, and there are few vegetables in the deserted gardens in the dry land. I miss the local customs and if they are like this now, it depends on how the livelihood is going to be. There are yellow silk threads in the seams of clothes, and fishy and salty white fish under the rice. Fullness, warmth, hunger and cold are nothing. The length of this body is empty.
Zhang Xunzhi sent Wang Wenzai to Jiangyin to ride on the river in the north of the county, and he walked among the flowers all day long. The city is full of fish in the morning, and the city is noisy with river birds at night. Let the wine not help the disease, and the piano will not be heard. It should be five buckets of rice, and it will stay in Yuanming for several days.
Wang Wei sent Li Yuanwai Xianlang Where is the young man going? Carrying rice on the copper beam. I asked A Rong's father, he was a boy. Fish paper invites poems and poems, and banners of cloth are used for clothes. Coix can help with debilitating diseases, and I will be lucky to be able to return home.
Wang Wei sent his friend back south. Spring has come to an end for thousands of miles, and there are few wild geese in the three rivers. The Han Dynasty has a vast river, and the lonely guest returns to Yingcheng. The rice seedlings of Yun State are beautiful, and the wild rice of Chu people is fertile. Xuanzhi leans on the door and looks out, and sees Lao Laiyi from afar.
Wei Yingwu's reward for beans in Lucang Cao's inscriptions on the wall of the library. The bureau worked for talented people, and new poems moved Luochuan. Planning knows the decisive victory, gathering rice is like discussing edges. After the banquet, they often ride separately, and in the morning they ride shoulder to shoulder. If you don't change your hair in the next year, the doctor will be the first to recommend it.
Cen Shen The east foot of Emei is by the river, listening to the monkeys, and cherishing the old house with two rooms. Emei is smoky and green, washed by the autumn rain last night. The trees at the top of the clear peak are inserted upside down at the bottom of the Qiu River. After a long separation between the two rooms, I wanted him to have five pecks of rice. The mourning ape cannot be heard, and the northern guest wants to shed tears.
Cen Shen, the governor of Yamen County, is also unpredictable. His head turns white and his waist turns white, and he smiles to himself in return. He complained that he had no property, and his wife thought it was inappropriate. Five buckets of rice keep people alive, and people remember fishing in the East River.
Cen Shen wrote an inscription on the wall of Wangfu Hall in Xinxiang, pitying you for guarding a lieutenant, and your family became poor again. If the rice is not enough, the salary will be given to others. There are Sumen trees at the top of the city and Li Yangchen on the street. We are not old acquaintances, we are of the same mind.
Cen Shen was first awarded the official title of Gaoguan Thatched Cottage. He was born at the age of thirty, and his official career was full of desires. Self-pity has no old deeds, and dare not be ashamed of low-level officials. The stream swallows the woodcutter road, and the mountain flowers intoxicate the medicine column. I only live up to five buckets of rice and live up to a fishing rod.
Bao He sent Wang Wenzai to Jiangyin to ride on the river in the north of the county, and he walked among the flowers all day long. The city is full of fish in the morning, and the city is noisy with river birds at night. To stop drinking is not to stop the disease. To stop drinking is not to stop the music. It should be five buckets of rice, and it will stay in Yuanming for several days.
Du Fu paid a high salary to the king and gave it to the king. The monks in the ancient temple were in prison, and the tenants were living in empty rooms. Old friends offer rice, neighbors and garden vegetables. Two trees are willing to listen to the Dharma, and three carts are willing to carry books. How dare I, Cao Xuan, Fu or Xiangru.
Du Fu's "Three Poems on the Western Mountains" (i.e., Min Mountain, which defends the Qiang barbarians and is a huge obstacle to the entire Shu). The disciples are still deep in the city, and the siege of Guancheng has not been relieved. The iron horse in Canya is thin, and the rice boat in Guankou is thin. The debaters made peace with the border strategy, and Yuan Rong was victorious. Today the black magpie is happy and wants to return with a triumphant song.
Du Fu wrote an inscription on the wall of the courtyard where Yongheungsa Temple in Chungju resides. Within the Chungju Three Gorges, there is Juyungen in Jingeup. Small markets often compete for rice, while lonely cities close their doors early. No need to look at the tears of guests, but no need to look for the kindness of the host. I am still worried about the tiger when I am drowned, and I live deep in Laidu Garden.
Du Fu’s Two Poems on Maotang Inspection and Harvesting Rice Rice becomes white when cooked, and okra becomes new again when cooked. Who is slippery and hard to eat, always soft and even.
Fortunately, the seeds are ripe in Fangzhou, and the seedlings are the same as those in Yiquechun. The bowl that reflects the canal without labor has its own color like silver.
Du Fu Mengshi (collection of poems about brothers who had been in charge of Meng Twelve Cangs and Cao Shishi) Meng was a good brother, and he only had a small garden to support his family. Chengyan Hao's hands and feet sit down and share a meal with the guests. Outside the negative Milicui, the roots of the autumn tree are read. Divining the neighbors who are close to each other, who can teach their children to learn from?
Du Fu In the Boat The wind is blowing under the willow trees, and the rain is lying beside the post building. Tie cables and line the fishing nets, connect the rafts and the rice boats. The clouds are thin today, but the moon was clear and full last night. The old man who wanders in the south should only learn from Narcissus.
Tian Cheng is a guest from Chengdu. The commander of Shu County is far away, and there is a bridge thousands of miles south of the city. The clothes are wet with tears from the hometown, and the appearance is sold by the sorrow of being a guest. The land is rich with fish, which is rice, and the mountains with fragrant osmanthus are woodcutters. The only thing you can get when traveling is wine, and you will spend the Ming Dynasty today.
Bai Juyi's official residence is a leisurely place. When he is away from work, he is a leisurely place, and he is careless when he is the boss. Only wine can be used to send spring, but nothing can be done to sell the sun. Lumi, swerk, garden vegetables, duck foot sunflower. After a full meal, Yan Qi still has time to play with turtles in his spare time.
Bai Juyi: Sitting all night long after seeing the moon, sleeping all day long when hearing the wind. The room is fragrant with medicinal gas, and the cage is warm with roasted tea smoke. Cranes peck at the newly sunny ground, and chickens perch in the dusk sky. I watch myself washing wine and rice, leaning on my stick in front of a small pond.
Yao He replied to Hu Yu: We are separated for a while, and we often travel in poverty. A lot of wine is a good thing for customers, but rice is expensive and it is late to enter the city. I am about to sleep on a sunny day, and I am begging for poems in the autumn mountains. Even if my eyebrows are spread, it's not as good as when I see you.
Zhang Hu sent a letter to Lu Zai, an old friend of the Lu family. It has been a good period of ten years. I rarely hear letters from Pisces, but I hear more poems from Bami. The dwarf is very full, and you should be weak. Suddenly it was said that Liu Er was not familiar with each other today.
Li Shangyin Cui Chushi The real person is stuck in it, and the master is in the machine. Not willing to throw the pole and rise, but happy to return home with rice in his hands. There are shoes on the ground in the snow, and old clothes in the hall. After reading all the biographies of the sages, there are only a few who are like kings.
Luo Yin's Traveling Dreams Traveling dreams reflect on the past, and sigh when one is poor and sad. Zi'e is far away from Jingkou, and Japonica rice is available on credit in Kuaiji. Only when the water is astringent will it become drops; when the lamp is cold, it will not form flowers. When I went out to chat, I saw Toad Gui leaning towards the person.
Li Zhong left Cai Cai in the winter when he was still young. The edict was as warm as spring, and Chao Nan's ambition was not violated. The tears of gratitude will be shed in the air, and all the tears will be shed in the cold clothes. The original appearance is covered with goodness, and the body's shape and fruit are returned. Unintentionally ashamed of Jilu, negative rice and relatives.
Xu Xuan sent the king back to the Eastern Capital on the 45th. The troops in the sea were rising, and it was easy to shed tears when leaving the feast. I pity you for carrying the rice, but I cherish this time when the flowers are falling. If you want to remember, you will believe it, and Xiang Kuan refers to the later period. The willow in the diligent hand is a branch facing south.
Hanshan's Three Hundred and Thirty-Three Poems: A rich man has many martingale palms, and it is difficult for him to bear any trouble. The rice in the warehouse is so red that no one can lend it to others. Turning to the idea of ??hook distance, when buying silk, choose damask first. If you are on your deathbed, there will be mourners
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Hanshan's Three Hundred and Three Poems The rich and powerful gather together with distant relatives just for the sake of more money and rice. The separation of flesh and blood between the poor and the lowly is not due to young brothers. I need to return urgently, but the Zhaoxian Pavilion has not been opened yet. Wandering in the street, the soles of leather shoes are broken.
Jingyun Xisou Xi Weng lives in a quiet place, and the stream birds fly through the door. Get up early and go fishing, and return late at night under the full moon. The wild rice is ripe with fragrant dew, and the smoke warms the fat of the silkworms. Outside the cool dust, the boat is covered with straw clothes.
Du Fu's Three Songs of Autumn Rain Sighs: The wind is blowing and the rain is coming one after another in autumn, and the same cloud appears everywhere. There is no longer any distinction between Malay and cattle. How can we distinguish between turbid Jing and clear Wei? The ears of corn are growing, the ears of millet are black, and there is no news about the farmers and women in the field. In the city, they fight for rice and change their quilts, and they talk about the two sides.
Du Fu relieves boredom (one work is a gift to Yan and the other is a farewell ride). When he heard that Yun'an was drinking rice and spring, he poured out a cup and became drunk. It is not difficult to get drunk by boat. I will go down the gorge for a few rounds to relieve my sorrow. The three elders have taken pity on you for many years, and Chu Zheng is very energetic at the beginning. I have made money to prevent employment, and it is time for delicious food to enter my lips.
Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Hsing The Kunming Pond is full of merit in the Han Dynasty, and Emperor Wu's banner is in his eyes. On a moonlit night, the weaving girl's silk threads float, and the stone whale's scales stir in the autumn wind. The wild rice is floating on the waves, the clouds are dark, and the lotus room is cold and pink. There is only a bird's way in the sky at Guansai, and there is a fisherman everywhere in the rivers and lakes.
Dai Shulun, a resident of Yuexi Village, has been a talkative and poor man living in Cuiwei for many years.
Several calls urge the willows to change, and the clear stream leads back to the flowers. There is a long way to go through the empty forest and the wild temple, and there are few friends in the deep mountains at sunset. The spring has not yet ended when the rice arrives home, and the wind is sweeping the fishing rock.
Lu Lun sent Shentu Zhengzi to Hunan to welcome his relatives and pay a visit to Zhao Hezhou... and played the Li Ming Mansion in Liyang in front of the play slips. Thousands of ships of goods are under the Zhuqiao, and there is a song of Luyan and Qingdi. If you open your belly, Pan Ling will be drunk. When you go upstairs, you should accompany Yu Gong in his free time. When I am happy, I ask about my plan for traveling south. I know that I will return the rice even if I miss the end of the world.
Wang Jian Looking for Lishan people but not meeting them. When the mountaineer had a long beard, he placed a crane in the stream and played chess in the cave. When gold is born and has energy, it is still far away. When the elixir becomes a nest, it will be moved away immediately. Don't send rice to others for cooking just because you have no family to accompany you to the temple. I left my name on the stone on my head and went to Nanfeng alone to ask my teacher.
Liu Yuxi will send you a gift of Lotte shirt and wine. It is said that Wu Mi is good at drinking, and his dancing clothes tend to be lighter and lighter. The fragrance of floating ants is very strong, and the dress is light and the mood is vivid. When you listen to the music, you will know that you can adapt to yourself. When you raise a glass, you should sigh with different inclinations. Reminiscing about each other all year long, we have endless love for Jing Linfeng.
Zhang Ji presented it to Jia Dao. The fence was desolate and the children and servants were hungry. They were happy to stay in the original place for a long time. When the donkey is full and ready to ride, the autumn scrolls are packed and sent to whom. He went to the fields with a stick to look for wild vegetables, and wrote letters begging for rice to cook in time. His name is not recorded in the imperial examination, but his body is only known to the internal history.
Yuan Zhen repays Lotte. The mortal world disturbs the sun and the west, and I am lonely in my heart. I have been surrounded by thousands of horsemen for a while, so there is no one I want to see. Hundreds of poems were judged by Rao Bai, but eight meters of poems were not written down by Lu. The funniest person is Huang Shudu, who recently became a famous assassin and occupied Pihu.
Bai Juyi, when he got to the official position, wrote a letter to inform him about Tongzhou, but he felt sad and felt it in four chapters. There are more than ten thousand people on the top of the mountain, and people should live like a steamer. In the year of Yin, there are many tigers under the fence, and in the year of Hai, fish begin to be sold in Shatou. The clothes are stained and the beard is ironed during the plum rain; the rice is astringent and the fields are hard to hoe.
I tried my best to pass the three exams with peace of mind, but I was already worried about killing Li Shangshu.
Bai Juyi Liu Suzhou sent wine and glutinous rice to Li Zhejiang East to send willow branches and dance shirts because I tasted wine... I sent thanks. The golden crumbs are fermented with fermented grains and fermented rice, and the silver mud shirt is made of silk. While dancing, I felt my frown spread out, but when I was drunk, I still smiled. I feel ashamed that my old friend pities me for being so lonely, and sends my greetings from three thousand miles away.
Bai Juyi sent cows as a reward and stayed with Xianggong, and he used to persuade me to drink wine and give him gifts. Every time I came to Zhengshi Hall to stay, I recalled the time in Huayang Guanli. At dusk, I go home alone and worry about running out of rice. The mud is deep and I borrow a donkey to ride with me. Friendship today can only harm me, who could have been richer in those days? Looking at each other with white heads, we can refuse together with a glass of wine.
Li Deyu was relegated to Lingnan Road. The mountains and rivers are fighting for diversion and turning into confusion, and the palm leaves are darkening the stream. Worry rushes through the poisonous mist and encounters snake grass, and I am afraid of falling
Avoid the swallow mud. In May, rice is harvested in Shetian, and at midnight, officials announce the tide of chickens. I feel so homesick and heartbroken, and the birds are singing in the red hibiscus flowers.
Du Mu Early Wild Geese The autumn geese of the Golden River are half-strung, and the strings are opened, and the clouds fly away in mourning. The moonlight on the fairy palm passed by, and the lamp on the long gate dimmed and a few sounds came. It should be noted that Hu Qi is here one after another, how can he chase the spring breeze one by one. Don't hate Xiaoxiang, a place with few people and plenty of water, wild rice and berry moss on the banks.
Cui Yuanlue’s gift to Mao Xianweng. Don’t compare ordinary saints to clouds and mud. There is no need to work for a lot of rice in this world, and only half a knife to go to heaven. The human world sighs at the evening hibiscus, and the sea listens to the blue chicken. When the jingjie line was on the way, he ordered to lead the way, so he stepped on the elixir ladder from outside Chen.
Pi Rixiu Lu looked for the wild scenery in the spring and rested with illness on Dumen because there was something to send. The wild couple met without waiting, half for the quiet things and half for the poems. The black gauze is worn on the bank of the ribbed bamboo, and the white robe is draped along the bank of the bamboo. Several volumes of beetle books and chess books are spread out, and several liters of wild rice are fished for cooking. I don't need you to remember me when I'm sick, so I'll take a branch of mountain cherry and send it to you.
Pi Rixiu visited Lu Wang’s small studio in the early summer. Half a mile away, Fang Yin arrived at the Lu family’s house, and the bed was made of quinoa and sesame. A chess game is played in the forest, and a fishing cart is hung on the wall. When the stranger is sick, he harvests bamboo and rice, and when his neighbor Weng is fasting, he begs for vine flowers. Hesitating and not letting idle people go, half a bank of gauze is waiting for the moonlight.
Pi Rixiu heard about the old Huating crane and came to Wuzhong to get one for half a thousand yuan... Please see me and talk to him. Chi Shang is so sick that he can't do it. Who can teach the immortal soul to turn around the city? There are still traces of the previous dynasty on the dark moss, and there is no sound from last night under the bright new moon. The wild rice has been left for three days, and the cage will not hinder the journey to the sky. I don’t know when this hatred will end. I feel sad when I encounter clouds and springs.
Cao Tang sent you Kangji wine to Luntai. A glass of wine by the Bashui Bridge sent you thousands of miles away to Luntai. The frost sticks to the eyes of the sea, the sound of flags freezes, and the wind blows into the sea.
The sea is open. The smoky mountains of broken moraine are as thick as rice, and the drums of the camping pavilion are as thunderous. It is clear that he will gain the general's will, and he will not return until he kills Loulan.
Luo Yin sent a letter to the school of Wei and also presented it to the envoy Cao. He had no plan to live in the country since he was away from home, and he wanted to travel east to cherish his years. Bamboo leaves are displayed on the village inn’s wine flags, and reed flowers are displayed on the wild bridge during the rainy season. Even though Yan Shu made his fortune as an official, he failed to get credit for his personal journey to Mian. It should be seen that the envoy is talking about the old times, and it is important to sweep the door to the Cao family.
Luo Yin sent Lu Duangong back to Tailu to study in Xia County. The grass on the embankments was full of wind, and the dragons and tigers all left the Chu waterside. I only saw that Shengzhi was the censor, but I didn't know that Meifu was an immortal. The eight meters of earth push are prosperous, but the career of Caixiao is poor. A kind of return to the west is generally reached, and the frost on Baitai is cold in summer and spring in the city.
Comrade Zheng Gu and Gu Yunxia occasionally sent messages of encouragement when they came out of Beijing. Fengce Lianhua is the flower of the country, but he has not yet ascended to Xiancha in the spring. The countryside is connected to the south and I miss the wild rice, and the east wind avoids the apricot blossoms with tears. The evening orioles return to the temple, and after a long sleep, they send them to the monk's home. The general mood should be believed that the door is quiet and the shadow of the tree is slanting.
Zheng Gu, a tired guest. In ten years and five years, the roads are divided, thousands of miles west and east. The sad horse rushes into the late snow in the village, and the lonely boat blocks the spring river breeze. I know the origin of the virtuous scholar, so why should the sages of the past cry about their impoverished future? Cooking asparagus and cooking wild rice at leisure will make you a drunkard in your hometown.
Han Xie Zhonghe The cold banquet is displayed in the small garden with great enthusiasm, and the soft colorful Qiu plate is danced. When the flowers are gone, I feel very suspicious, and when I drink wine all night, I feel dry in the mouth. The tall trees leaning against the tower are green and dark, and the late clouds hide the rain in the green mountains and the cold. The emperor's articles are different, but the eight-meter-long man can't read them.
Xu Wei Jiayun Good luck, two obstacles to repair, fishing rods and straw hats to enjoy Linqiu. There is nothing to worry about at home, and the body is like floating clouds and free. Birds are singing in the courtyard, flowers are falling, and the moon is floating in the water in the center of the pond. A handful of red silver grains in the morning cooking reminds me of the autumn of Chang'an.
Li Dong sent one or two friends on a spring day. Bathing in the spring in the west of Machi, the scenery when opening the door looks like Fanchuan. People in red clothes reflect the water return to the county, and the clay cranes with white feathers ascend to the sky. Suomi is burned at night and the wind breaks the trees, and there is no car to raise the snow in the spring to hide the whip. The gentleman in the Jin gentry knows the rules and sentences, and he can bear to sleep with tears on his pillow by the window.
Hu Su looked out at dawn on Tianjie. Changle just heard the bell knocking, and all the officials paid their first visit to Weiyang Palace. The moon is shining in Jinbomushadi, and the jade trees are blowing in the wind in the garden. The fragrance is heavy, peppers and orchids are forming across the fog, the air is cold and dragons and tigers are far away floating in the sky. Sorry, no one asked me about Yu Suomi, so I went to avoid the frost platform and censor Cong.
Xu Xuan sent Mr. Xu to serve as the magistrate of Shezhou and Yi County. He heard that Yi County was like a peach land, and it was a pleasure to visit Guan Dai Banquet. The legacy of love is not far away, but the ancestral style is still in search of immortals. Chaoyi was acquainted with the history of incense, and Lumi was first engaged in cultivating rice fields. Generally speaking, one needs to adapt to one's official career, and one should not say goodbye for two or three years.
Wang Kai presented it to Zen Yue Master. I have always loved my master. His nature is natural, and the heart of heaven is a white moon and a lotus in the water. The supernatural power spreads outside Hengsha, and the name of the poem is eight meters high. When I look for it, I don’t hear about Chao Zhenxi. When I practice, I only talk about Zen at night. Nothing happens in peacetime, don't miss the chance to talk nonsense.
Du Fu's Two Poems Recalling the Past Recalling the heyday of Kaiyuan in the past, there were still thousands of families in the small town. The rice is dripping with fat and the corn is white, and both the public and private warehouses are abundant. There are no jackals and tigers on the roads of Kyushu, and the sunrise is auspicious for long journeys. Qi Wan and Lu's carriages are moving in shifts, and the men plowing the fields and the women mulching trees keep up with each other. The saint in the palace plays Yunmen, and all the friends in the world are glued together. There has been no disaster for more than a hundred years. Uncle Sun Li Le Xiao He Lu. How can I hear that a piece of silk is worth ten thousand dollars, and there is a field where the grain is now bleeding? The palaces in Luoyang were burned down, and the ancestral temples were newly cleared of fox and rabbit holes.
I'm so sad that I can't bear to ask about my past, and I'm afraid that I'll leave from the beginning. The minister is dull and incompetent, but the court remembers Meng Lu's rank. Zhou Xuan Zhongxing looked at our emperor and shed blood on Jiang and Han, and his body became ill.
Guan Xiu's Songs and Songs·Baixuege The tripods are adorned with gold medals, and they look at the windy branches with tears in their eyes. But he wants to eat terrestris and becomes a butcher. There is no way to lose money, but there is no hope for success. No matter how noble or humble you are, don't be like a chicken or a dog. If you don't forget these words, there will be no glory if you don't forget them. If you forget this, you will be able to use people.
Wang Wei congratulates Sui Yuan on the Spring Festival outside the medicine garden. The hibiscus fence was destroyed the year before last, and a new medicine fence was built. Vanilla is a gentleman, and famous flowers are a noble person. The water penetrates through the rocks, and the vines grow on ancient pines. Hua was afraid to open the kitchen and leave, but when he came, he was blinded and greeted. Cane pulp wild rice, konjac sauce dew and sunflower soup. He is very aware of the meaning of irrigating the garden and does not take himself lightly in the mausoleum.
Du Fu's Relief of Worry: We are in the same boat, but the journey is difficult and difficult. It has always been a cloud and a wave of waves, and all the efforts are not subtle. I glanced at the pit, but the flying oars had no roots. Gains and losses can be instantaneous, and it is better to be afraid of mud when traveling far away. Baili considers safety and knows the wise plan. This is a common rule, please do not replace me during the period of boxing.
Li He began to pay homage to his mountain residence in Changgu. He swept away the horse's hoof marks and closed the door of his office. The rice is ripe with long spears, and the jujube trees are blooming in spring. Hang Ruyi on the wall and read the corner scarf as a curtain. Quan Shu once went to Luo, and Crane regretted traveling to Qin due to illness. The earthen steamer seals the tea leaves, and the mountain cup seals the bamboo roots. I don’t know who is floating in the moonlight on the boat or filling the stream with clouds.
Li He's Fishing Poetry: Fishing in the red canal in the autumn water, the immortal waits for plain writing. The rhombus silk lingers in the cocoon, and the palm rice stings the two fishes. The slanting bamboo hangs down in the clear marsh, and the long string runs through the blue sky. The bait is suspended in spring
and the hook is small
. Zhan Zi's love is endless, but Long Yang's hatred is more than enough. To see the mist on the lake, the Chu girl shed tears on her skirts.
Bai Juyi drinks with all the guests on an empty stomach, writes books every other night to invite guests, and drinks warm and cold drinks in the morning. The Qu Shen Yin and the Sun are combined, and the Wine Shen Mao is happy. The knees turn white after stretching, and the complexion is already full of beauty. The rice bowl is stacked with green chips, and the dice plate is brushed with red sleeves. The songs are especially unique when drunk, and it is not difficult to dance wildly. Toss a cup and sit together, don't look like an old man.
Seven Poems about Poor People by Tang Yanqian and Tao Yuanming There are many elderly people on the outskirts of the village, with dirty faces and unkempt hair. I have been working for many years, and my words are not waiting for work. In ancient times, famous scholars dared to look at Pengcheng Gong. There was an old man who criticized him and hated him even more. Those who are despicable are those who are narrow and not open. I bow my head and pay homage to Ye Lao, and I am willing to obey if I lose my rice.
Guan Xiu's Song of White Snow. The tripods are decorated with gold medals, and they look at the windy branches with tearful eyes. But he wants to eat terrestris and becomes a butcher. There is no way to lose money, but there is no hope for success. No matter how noble or humble you are, don't be like a chicken or a dog. If you don't forget these words, there will be no glory if you don't forget them. If you forget this, you will be able to use people.
Cen Shen likes to meet each other in Han Zun. In March, Ba Lingchun is already old, and old friends can't bear to get drunk when they meet. The spring wine in Wengtou is full of yellow flowers, and Lumi is only used to buy wine. The young man in Chang'an City, the only one in his life, Han Hou, smiled. The peach blossoms are dotted with red spots. If you have wine left with you, please don’t return it. Hand in hand with brother Jun every day, there is nothing but leisure in the world.
Chu Guangxi’s eight miscellaneous poems from the Tian family planted more than a hundred mulberry trees and thirty acres of millet. Having enough food and clothing, you can always visit your relatives and friends. Wild rice comes in summer, chrysanthemum wine comes in autumn. Children like to be welcomed, but children tend to leave. In the garden at dusk, the elms and willows are shaded. Returning at night after being drunk, a cool breeze blows through the door. Look at the river with a clear look, look at the Big Dipper with a low look. Several urns have not yet been opened. Can I drink in the Ming Dynasty?
Qian Qi paid Yuan a school book as a gift after he was dismissed from office. His expectations have been blocked, so how can we continue to communicate with him? I have left Danque alone, but you have arrived at my old home. Forgetting the machine and being poor and losing the rice, remembering that there is no car. The pity dog ??barks for the first time, and the family is worried about fighting for money. It's a leisurely night in the autumn hall, and the clouds and moons want to leave. The backstreets smell cold anvils, and the barren branches should be sparse. The name of an official is like a fallen leaf, and a sense of trouble is like a dry fish. I'm still waving when I'm near the water, my close friend has not abandoned me.
Bai Juyi chanted his old body and showed it to his family members. When he lived to be seventy-five years old, he received a salary of fifty thousand. Husband and wife live together for many years, and nephews and nephews live together for many years. The porridge is delicious when you taste the new rice, and the robe is warm and old. Although the home is in ruins, the family is happily reunited. Place the couch under the plain screen and move the stove in front of the green tent. The book is read by grandson, and the soup is cooked by the waiter. He used pens to repay poetry debts, and used clothes as medicine money. Zhifen was busy with his own business, so he crawled on his back to sleep in the sun.
Mongolian Five Songs·Eating Fish The spring drought in the south of the Yangtze River has no water for fish, and there is no fishy fish in the year. Today there is a customer selling bream, and he sees that my hand is longer than a foot. Hu'er pounded the red lotus rice, which was ten times heavier. Let's make Wu Geng for breakfast, and lie down under the sunny eaves to expose the cold back. There are many heroes and villains, only heroes and no writers. Fighting is like chanting at dawn, so as to accompany the white birds in Cangzhou.
Liu Yanshi's Three Love Songs from Beiyuan. The sky is full of sorrow, and the elegies are heavy. Whose white net car sends guests into the dusty world. Mingjing went down to the official road, and his father was buried among the dead. Among the depressed yellow annua, the libation flowers are green and new. The snow is falling in the evening, and the tomb is deserted. Under the black kite, there are still fireworks in the open space. It's more difficult to be born, and it's more difficult to live in a household. The camp is getting deeper and deeper day by day, but it cannot be reached frequently. The lonely tunnel ends with green grass and spring pear trees.
Wang Wei Visits Huagang Temple
The cigarettes are closed, and the glass treasure is flat. The dragon palace has a series of buildings, and the tiger's den is adjacent to the eaves and couplets. The valley is quiet except for the sound of pines, and there is no sound of birds deep in the mountains. Qiongfeng is demolished, and Jinjian is clear to the forest. The road to Ying is full of clouds, and Qinchuan is sunny outside the rain. The king of wild geese holds fruits in his mouth and offers them, and the deer girl walks on the flowers. Pull yourself together, quit poverty, and return to Huacheng. Wild ferns grow around the fence, and mountain cherry blossoms bloom in the empty pavilion. Fragrant rice, green wild rice, vegetables and green bamboo shoots. I vow to accompany the Qing Dynasty to the end of the Brahma Dynasty. I will sit upright and learn nothing.