Su Shi's Huanxisha Poems

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? Huanxisha? Swimming in Qingquan Temple?

The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

? Huanxisha? Jump, jump, on clothes and hats, jujube flowers fall.

There are jujube flowers in the rustling clothes, cars ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold in the cow clothes Guliu.

The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.

Huanxi sand dimly discernible red makeup photo

Dimly discernible red makeup shines on the shallow stream. Thin clouds do not make mud. Where to send the king?

The night is full of autumn water, and birds are singing in the depths of Maolin. Pedestrians are heartbroken.

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? Huanxisha Yuanfeng visited Nanshan with Uncle Liu from Sizhou on February 24th, 2007/KLOC-0.

The drizzle and oblique wind made Han Xiao. Light smoke clears the beach. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.

Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.

Huanxisha doesn't remember Sue.

The wind and waves in the sky don't remember Sue. Thousands of chariots galloped on the snowy and sunny river. But it's full. I'm sorry.

Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk. Your majesty, ah, pliers and cream whiskers.

Huanxisha sent Mei Ting to the Party as a scholar.

Outside the door, the east wind snows. Looking back at the top of the mountain, I looked at Wu Sanren. We should not forget that there are no fish.

Shangdang has never been the backbone of the world. Mr. Yuan is an ancient Confucian. Shi Ping doesn't need Shu Lian.

? Huan Xi sha Ruan Cao ping casserole fish heart

After the rain, the grass is tender and fresh, and the sand is light and clean. When do you clean the coupling?

Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.