1. Answer to Ten Poems by Wei Daofu
Year:? Song? Author:? Huang tingjian
The red leopard has negative articles and wisdom at the end of the year.
When you are thirsty, drink the fog in Nanshan, and when you are hungry, eat the ferns in Xishan.
The fox is covered with grease, and his eyebrows and cheeks are quite beautiful.
Have a bottle of wine from time to time, dance and be romantic.
2. "Life check"
Year:? Song? Author:? Zhaojialao
Tired of listening to music.
Don't love Yutang flowers, leopards hide in the fog. ?
When the wine is not soaked, it is at the cloak of the summer sill.
Xia Zi is not alone at the same time. He pays with a poem tube.
3. "Moshan Xi first frost Qing Mu"
Year:? Song? Author:? Xie Yi
First frost has clear wood and deep courtyard curtains. Cigarettes rippled on the pool, jasper perfume and a mirror. Xiujun blows the sill, is green, beautiful, mountains and fog meet, water and clouds meet, and the wild river is wide and the sky is wide. ?
Red makes jade drunk, and wine wakes up before the wind. Curtain keeps out the cold, screen is empty, and the golden furnace is cold. Stars across the sky, plum blossoms at dusk, clear dreams, shallow eyebrows and eyes, silhouette outside the window.
4. Textual research on Nian Nujiao
Year:? Song? Author:? Zhao Changqing
Gao is interested in the lonely and desolate weather in Sanqiu. The fog in the mountains is cold, which is not unusual. When he was idle, Liu Pu was gaunt and shocked. Rong Xian is fragrant, just like a beautiful spring. Elegant and unusual, charming, ashamed to kill the rock in front of the laurel tree. The main idea is that the lotus is at the water's edge, so it is enchanting. One flower leans against the railing, and a hundred flowers retreat, which makes the poet drunk. It's easier to wait for the wind and rain.
5. "Baizi Lake, and Li Guan"
Year:? Yuan? Author:? Zhang Kejiu
The six bridges are picturesque, looking at Lu and Zhejiang in the distance, and people are upset. Who leaves the lotus, listens to the flowing water and goes to Qiu Lan to pick lotus boats. Cranes dance with the clouds, rainbows stop the rain, and a wisp of southern mountain fog. Cold and fragrant and green, tender and refreshing. I still remember the drunken flute player who had countless other feelings since he went to Su Lang. The moon is far away from the Temple of Heaven, and the bluebird speaks for others. Jade and clean chain, book folding, no acacia. On Pei Gongting, poetry is still nostalgic.