However, ancient poetry is basically full of charm. ...
Su Shi's topic Xilinbi
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.
It's not true, just because I'm on this mountain.
Yan Shu qingpingle
Goldwind is very good. The plane tree leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.
Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Xiaochi-Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty.
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
The flowers in Qiong Yao are faint, and the west wind is difficult to understand. She wants to stay in the cold cloud pavilion, and the lonely lamp is half extinguished.
Thunder sends rain, the rain knocks ping, and the mirror in the green pool is chaotic. No one listens to sorrow and drinks residual wine.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
I have always been young and limited, and it is easy to be ecstatic when I leave. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs.
Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. It is better to pity the present.
Zhou Bangyan Huanxisha
The rain is too red and wet to fly, the hedges are all slanted, and bees are making honey and stealing incense.
There is no wind and bamboo in the golden house, and the clothes are full of water and water. When spring comes, there will be a time to remember people.
Su Shi's Night Scene by the Hui Chong River
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Night parking near Fengqiao Tang.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Painted eagle du fu
Plain practice frost, eagle painting extraordinary.
I looked askance at Hu at the thought of a sly rabbit.
Optical rotation can be picked up and called Xuan.
When you hit every bird, your hair and blood will spread out to smooth the weeds.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan.
There are no birds on a hundred mountains, no footprints on a thousand roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Yan Shu qingpingle
Goldwind is very good. The plane tree leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.
Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
It's all collected Poetry is touching and painting is intoxicating.