Poems of Yang Wanli
Xugongdian, Suxin City
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade.
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
Sent Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Small Pond
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
New willows
The willow branches are brushing against the silver pond for hundreds of feet, and they are not dark green, only light yellow.
Not necessarily a willow stick can be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water will make it grow.
Zhaojun complained about the rain on the lotus
In the afternoon, I dreamed of a boat with flowers at the bottom, and the smoke and water of the West Lake were filled with fragrance.
The sound of heavy rain hitting the awning is the beginning of a dream.
But Chi He dances in the rain, and the pearls are reunited after being scattered.
Gathered together to form a nest of mercury, spreading clear waves.
Relaxing in early summer and taking a nap
The plums leave sore teeth, and the bananas are divided into green and window screens.
I sleep without thoughts for a long time, watching children catching willow flowers.
Good things are coming soon
Before the month comes to Chengzhai, I will go to Wanhuachuan Valley first.
It’s not that there is no moon in a sincere fast, but there is a forest of bamboos.
It is only the thirteenth night, and the moonlight is already like jade.
It’s not the autumn light that’s amazing, just look at the fifteenth or sixteenth.
Four Quatrains on the Crossing of Baijia Crossing (Part 1)
Everything is quiet when you get out of the city, and you are on a fishing boat crossing half of Hunan.
I also know that the fisherman is in a hurry when he goes to fish, and he turns over his spring shirt without looking inside it.
Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Ferry (Part 2)
The flowers in the garden have fallen and bloomed along the way, white, white and red.
Don’t ask if you are going to a strange place early. Wild fragrance comes from all directions.
Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 3)
The spring has faded in front of Liuzi Temple, but the spring is cold when the weather is clear.
The sparse hedges are not used to protect the flowers, but only serve as web poles for spider silk.
The Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Ferry (Part 4)
When it is sunny and when it rains, the road is dry and wet, half light and half dense, with overlapping mountains.
I can see the backs of cows in the distant grass, and there are traces of people in the sparse new seedlings.
Go back and come and come and lead/Go back and come and come
The Nong family is poor and complains of constant hunger. The court is full of childishness. There is no grain stored in the vase, so I am looking for things for officials. Occasionally, Peng Ze is close to him. Public slipstream key. Ge Jin persuaded me to ask for wine, but Huang Ju complained and ignored Dongli. Five buckets of money are lost, who can promise anything and come back? The old garden is half hazelnut. The mountain fields are full of thorns. Thinking of the mind is a form of service and ridicule. I am melancholy and confused. Don’t remonstrate and chase after you. I feel that I am here today, but I feel that I am here yesterday. The light boat floats through the sky. The wind blows softly. Let me ask you about the road ahead for Zheng Fu. The morning light is small and the hatred for Xi is small. Nai looks at the house and is running around. Welcome full of thorns. There are still pines and chrysanthemums in the three desolate paths, and they are happy for the young ones to come into the house and take them with them. There is a lot of wine, and you can drink it by yourself. The trees in the garden make your face look happy. Easy to kneel and easy to live in. The south window gives a proud look. The garden is particularly interesting on a daily basis. Even if there is a firewood gate, it will always be closed to the slanting light. Longitudinal vision corrects the head, short-term support. The floating clouds come out of Xiu Xiu. Even when a bird is tired, it flies back. The stream of light is about to come in, and the lonely pine caressing the place is desolate. Interested in making friends with mountains and rivers. The world is against me. What kind of person do you want when you come back? Who do you want to follow now after thousands of years of absence? Relatives laugh and talk, music and books are chanted, don’t let the common people know about it. Encounter Chunxi again. Farmers want to carry crops. Tell Xichou that he has something to do. Let me be a boat and a chariot, and I can appoint snakes as I please. The experience is rugged and graceful, and the hills and valleys are suitable. The flowers and trees are flourishing. The spring water began to flow. All things are as they should be in their proper time, so don’t laugh at my failure in this life. Geometry within the shape of the space. How can I ask whether I will stay or leave? Don't worry too much about your destiny. Take care of the emperor and the general's wishes. In the middle of the Great Transformation, riding on the current and returning to its destination, don’t follow Yi if you are happy or fearful. Wealth is a crisis. Yunxiang cannot be expected. Take advantage of the good time to go and have fun alone. Climbing mountains alone near the water, Shu Xiao writes more poems. In addition to being happy and knowing fate, ridiculing and doubting.
Drama pens
Coins are made from wild chrysanthemums and moss, gold, brass and green compete for beauty;
God gives money to poor poets, only to buy the sorrow but not the land. .
Spring Outing
I don’t know whether spring will come back in the rain, but it will only come when the spring light comes.
I accidentally came out this morning, and all the plum blossoms fell and the apricot blossoms bloomed.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
The jade trees reflect the beautiful steps, and the jade festival is new year by year. Every September, I can celebrate my mother’s birthday. There are nine knots of pu buds at the bottom of the stream, and vast hectares of silver waves on the bottom of the sea, brewing a cup of spring. The east fence is filled with chrysanthemums, and the longevity is painted with chrysanthemums in the garden. To the west wind, it blows snow on the temples and clouds of incense sticks. Lang Jun enters the performance, and welcomes Zhu Yi into the Xiumen. When I saw it, there were golden flowers and purple edicts, and the two countries of Pucheng and Changzhou were appointed together, and the queen was appointed. Three points on the Taiwan star, one point on the Canopus star.
Nian Nujiao
When I return, there are three paths, long enough to drag the sleeves of my shirt. The official title is clear to the bone, and there is no prison guard. He is responsible for guarding the breeze, overseeing the bright moon, and also overseeing the planting of flowers and willows. He climbed the mountain and faced the water, and wrote three or two poems. Don't talk about the sun rising to the sky, don't praise the golden seal, and don't brag about the big hanging of your elbows. Let's talk about the grand event in Luling, and the longevity of three idle people. After selecting the soldiers, they returned to the countryside and were taken under custody. I only worry about being drunk and killing myself, drinking privately outside Luojiang Gate.
Summer Quatrains
Not only is spring beautiful, summer is beautiful as well, but living with the flowers and plants is life.
The deer and green onion are untied and inserted into long slender stalks, while the golden phoenix still has the smallest flower.
Zhaojun's Resentment
I even heard the pine shoots leaping at the deer. I know it's a sand gull coming to stay. Children should not make noise. Afraid of him. Suddenly it flew away.
Flying away to nowhere. I have begged to retire. Reporting sand gull.
Wulingchun
The long chai is more than ten summers away, and it does not wear a crown. The truth is that this year is better than last year. Specially reduced Qing Huan. The old dragon group is used to cause trouble, and the frequent sipping makes me feel cold. Skinny bones hurt and sore. Er Xin asked for peace.
The colorful plum blossoms painted on the red damask of Yang Buzhi collected by Zhongyuan in Ba Jing
The dark sky falls to the ground in the dark clouds, and the wind cracks the mountains and blows off the ears.
The Yangtze River is a vast expanse of one boat, and it’s snowy and cold all night long so I can’t sleep.
The poet's temples fluffed up at dawn, his neck narrowed and he slightly lifted the yellow striped awning.
The heavy snow that came at night has cleared up, and there is a light red glow in the east.
The Jiangmei tree is in bloom, and the canopy is about a foot long.
The old stems and new branches are purple and green, and the flowers are white and jade must be golden.
Mei Xue competes with Xia even though her face is covered with snow.
I don’t know where the poet got the frost saw, and the snow and plum trees will go away.
Maybe it’s Bingzhou’s quick scissors, or Wu Gang’s moon axe.
There are no roots at the bottom and no tips at the top. At a glance, half of the plum blossoms are spread across the waist.
Eastern Province picked up the cold Xiaoxiao, and the flowers and snow have not yet been sold.
Shuyu Pavilion
The jade spring at the base of the mountain flies on its back, but flies down after flying out of the top of the mountain.
Since the double training in Lufu, there are still two teams in Yinwan and Qi.
The thunder cracked Long Bo's eyes, and the snowflakes splashed on Chang'e's clothes.
Message to Su Er and Li Twelve, there are no new poems about Mochou Waterfall.
In the cold food and rain, I made an appointment to travel to Tianzhu with my friends and got sixteen quatrains
The lake is full of spring light, why do we need to cut off the innocence?
But the Fengcao is divided into boundaries, and the weeping poplar outside the Fengcai belongs to someone else!
It is sunny in the evening after the snow, and all the mountains are green, except the east mountain, which is completely white.
I only know how to win, but forget about the cold, and stand in the spring breeze and the sunset.
My favorite is the green snow behind the east mountain, the soft red light swells in the silver mountain.
Remembering Qin E
Early New Year. Ten days before spring, spring returns. Spring has returned. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and the wild peaches are as small as red. I don’t care about spring or old age. Just trying to get drunk and fall in front of flowers. Fall before the flowers. The son helped him back, and he woke up at dawn.
After passing Songyuan, you can see Chenchui Paint Shop (Part 1)
Mo Yan said that it would be easy to go down to the ridge, and it would make pedestrians like it.
The government enters the siege of thousands of mountains, and one mountain releases another mountain.
After passing Songyuan, the Chuiqigong Store in the morning (Part 2)
The sound of the stream in the north of the mountain welcomes people all the way, and the sound of the stream in the south of the mountain sends people off.
I also know that the flow goes to Jinling. If you pass by Jinling, don't send a message.
After passing Songyuan, Chenchuiqigongdian (Part 3)
The water behind the mountain is rushing eastward, but it is blocked by the front mountain to the west.
The Tao is that water is soft and has no sexual energy. It sounds angry when it sounds urgent and sad when it sounds slow.
Crossing Songyuan, Chenchuiqigongdian (Part 4)
There are no gaps in the mountains, and the sky and the well are rugged.
I passed Furong Ferry yesterday and found the first line of the source of the stream.
After passing Songyuan, I saw the Chuiqi Gongtian in the morning (Part 5)
The sun rises and the valley bottom begins to get a little warm, and the green grass is still cold to the bones.
Talking to travelers what they are busy with, the sound of the golden rooster stirs up the silver saddle.
New Wine Song
You can still taste the sour wine with the soup, but you can’t taste the sweet wine with honey.
I brewed two vats of wine by surprise. There has been no Du Kang in the history of the people.
The fragrance of osmanthus is clear and bottomless.
This rice is not Yunan rice, this water is Jianye water.
I walk around the urn several times a day, waiting for the wine to be ripe and the people to come.
The kudzu bag in the pine trough is squeezed first, so I take off my hat and taste the new thing first.
The wine of Chuchou has the smell of an official pot, and a cup of it reaches beyond the world.
Suddenly, Wang Shan fell to the side of the urn and felt the sword cutting into his intestines.
The method of making wine by degrees is not Nong. This method comes from Taixu.
I accidentally found a volume of the Wine Book, but washed it away with the eternal sweet wine.
If a drunkard wants to taste wine, he must first hold the hand of Tianhe Zhuoqu.
But I came to raise a glass and hit the mark. I don’t know if I have changed my immortal bone.
The play of Lei Examination, a collection of Du lines and postscripts of Du poems, was submitted to the Supervisory Examination Office of the State Procuratorate of Xie Chang.
There is a guest named Zimei, and he buys five liters of rice in Taicang every day.
Something happened in the west of Jinguan City. Jiang was so drunk that he did not return home all night.
The sun sets over the green mountains and the rivers and lakes are white, and I am addicted to wine and sing songs to expand the golden halberd.
If words are not surprising, death will continue, and thousands of grasses and flowers will move and become green.
I knock needles to make fishing hooks.
The plum blossoms smile on the eaves, how can they be so inferior in Yangzhou?
As I grow old, the poems are clear and romantic, and the orioles fly here and there.
The literary talent at that time moved people, but it came like thunder to collect wrath.
The water was several feet high one night, and I could walk in the cave and look at the eight wastelands.
The sky is clear and clear, reflecting the swaying waves, and the nine-section staff of the immortal is found.
Don’t you see that Du Ling, an old man from the Western Han Dynasty, is away from his affairs?
How can he write with a spirit? You are good friends with Li Bai of Shandong,
What does Confucianism mean to me? I would like to blow the wild water to fill the golden cup,
How could I know that I would starve to death and fill the ditches and mountains. How not to drink makes the heart sad,
What is the use of being famous forever? Thousands of cattle look back on the hills and mountains.
The day before the Dragon Boat Festival, the first smile broke out
A little melon fragrance broke the drunken sleep, causing the drinkers to salivate in vain.
How to turn the dew-dropping ox-heart plum into a jade well lotus.
I am happy that the dawn will be smiling at first, but I am ashamed that the shadow at noon is not beautiful.
Suddenly I saw the golden cherry core spitting out, and there was a rustling sound on the edge of the dusk leaves.
Compassion for farmers
The rice clouds will not rain or turn yellow, and the buckwheat flowers will be empty and early frost will appear.
I have already endured hunger to survive the rest of my life, and it is even more worthy of adding extra years in the year!
After Gui Wei came to the Yuan Dynasty, I drank in the Zhao Dunli Bamboo Pavilion at night and heard frogs singing drunkenly.
At night in the Mao Pavilion, tens of thousands of bamboos were gathered.
The master’s drinking habits are endless, and I suddenly fell into a drunken country.
The frogs in the grass suddenly chirped, as if they were laughing at me for saving my drinking capacity.
It's better to just be a frog and listen to the truth, so why bother to think about it.
Shang Yi climbed to the Wanshi Pavilion together, leaning on the railing and looking at the cold green with lowered hands.
Only now that we are in Hanqing, we will not be happy if we don’t drink bamboo.
Three poems about the boat crossing Xietan
When I poured a glass or two of green wine, the ship door closed and opened again.
No one can see the wrinkles in the beautiful mountains, they are all picked out by the setting sun.
Long Sentences on the Mid-Autumn Moon
The red sand pills are walking down the west mountain, and the golden plate is flying up the east mountain.
The path rises from the blue sea to the blue sky, half wet but still with traces of waves.
The first glow is faint and cold, but the moonlight is as light as the osmanthus and as heavy as the osmanthus.
The yellow Luo tuan fan has dark patterns, and the double dragon and phoenix are raised in gold.
In a moment, in the center of the sky, all the silvery silver was gone.
The universe melts into the ice, and everything is devoid of light.
I have always loved the moon and this eve. The ancients shared this habit with me.
Last year’s Mid-Autumn was dark, but this year’s Mid-Autumn moon is white.
Sir, he used to not care about fighting, but recently he is afraid of illness and refuses to drink.
Under the moonlight, I wake up and scratch my white head. Will next year’s moon look like tonight?
Wild roses
The reds and greens have been dim for a long time, and the mountain flowers on the road are also sparse.
The seeds are still thin after the spring, and the swallow's fat is thick and smeared with wild roses.
Red Rose
Unless the rose has the same name, it is not related to the rose.
The leaves and branches are thousands of green, and the flower is light and dark red.
Fengliu have their own Yanzhige, how can rain and dew create their own merits.
There is no national fragrance that cannot be harvested, and the poet is smoked into the water.
The ancient tradition of paying tribute to Du Yunhuan Zhang Lei Li was summoned to the throne.
The Emperor Gao Zhongxing Qu Jichen was the younger brother of Mr. Ziyan.
I came from Ziyan and lived in Zigai, and Hongjun transferred to the spring of Zhonghua.
The romantic figures are surrounded by vegetation and the fragrance fills the foothills of Juzhou Island.
At that time, there were many guests, and the moon was bright and green.
The master of the Lei family, Longfeng Zhang, entered his room and was promoted to the hall.
Zhu banners and jade festivals are everywhere in Nanji, and brocade tents and silk quilts are recommended to Wanglang.
Let the stars shine next to Yi Zhen, and the scenery of Xishan and Nanpu will return.
Qu Nong does not have tools to learn from the world, but his sleeves are hidden deep in his hands.
The Jade Emperor called him to go up to the temple corridor, but he was still walking with a canopy.
The savages are also of the same sect, hanging up their clothes and lying under the forest for a long time.
The sick body can only catch the smoke waves, but the children are still tired of Zhenye.
The eldest son and eldest child went to Lingling to express their miscellaneous remarks
It is easy to be a good official but too busy to be busy, but it is difficult to be a good person and you need to work hard.
If you want to be a good official, you will not be able to pass the official letter test.
I got it through clever tricks, but my heart feels cold even though I have been stinking for thousands of years.
If you want to be a good person, your boss will also be evil.
The people have no choice in electing officials, but they stay young with the gods.
I am sixty-four this year, and my eldest son is in his prime and has begun his official career.
The ancestors’ families were as cold as ice, so why wouldn’t they want you to take a high position?
Don't love a high position. If you love him, he will lose a high position.
When your husband is old, don't ask for an old official position.
Caught out of Baitouguan, he was worried and had no face to see the grass.
I don’t have enough to learn from the sages, I have previous works such as playing chess.
When it comes to the national championship, the national championship still has everything on its head.
The Resentment of Zhaojun: The Rain on Lotuses Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Yang Wanli - "The Resentment of Zhaojun: The Rain on Lotuses"
Content
In the afternoon, I dreamed of a boat with flowers at the bottom, and the smoke and water of the West Lake were filled with fragrance.
The sound of pelting rain is the beginning of a dream.
But it was Chi He who jumped into the rain and reunited the pearls after they were scattered.
Gathering in a mercury nest, the waves are clear
Guangyao’s imperial calligraphy and songs collected by Zuo Si of Postscript Youyan
Old monk Shi, the chief of Luantai, Cranes are sick before the month and flies are after frost.
The paperwork can't be filled with water, the black flowers are in disorder and the eyes are clear.
My old friend You Taishi knocked on the door and was happy before bowing his heart.
Ten solution beads poured down from the sleeves, and five-colored rays of light shot through the window.
He said that when the wind came to the emperor's side, he found a cloud in the ancient palace.
It has always been better to sit in court than the sun, the scenery, the flowers and the willows.
The flowers are flat and the ice clouds are smooth, and the chickens in Xuancheng are as sharp as a needle.
Tianyan Youxi has a small chat and Xijing books provide games.
Han Pengwei, Huo Xin, and Shu Xiangqing wrote calligraphy in Yungan.
There are so many frustrated people in the Han Dynasty, but Jiujing hates it.
Once you turn it over to the bottom of the holy pen, the light of Zhaohui awakens you.
The ministers sew and tuck their clothes indiscriminately and hand-copy the Filial Piety Sutra incompletely.
Have you ever written about the history of Han Dynasty?
Taishi built a cottage with gulls and herons, and crossed the Jingxi River at the foot of Mount Xin.
The red light and purple air rise to the sky, which is a place where treasures are hidden deep.
A seven-character long sentence to pay tribute to Hu Yuanzhi, the Prime Minister of the Punishment Temple, Guilin
Who is the governor of Jiangxi? He only said that there is something new in Jizhou.
The thorns shine on the sun and move the green scales, and the pink battlements penetrate into the clouds and cross the silver.
Eight towns will be cooked in three years, and every spring will last for a thousand days.
You don’t see how the prefect of Jizhou is clear. The heart of the Bailu River has bottomed out.
Except for the five liters of rice in Taicang, no one was sent to the market.
The neighbors came to see each other, and if they didn’t join the family, they would join the officialdom.
The clear name is astonishingly frosty and cold, and the wind enters the Nine Passes overnight.
The emperor's day is five thousand miles away from Guilin, like rhinoceros and jade are born in the sea.
Everyone who is an envoy of Ande is like this, donating gold to the mountains and beads to reach the water.
However, five princes were captured from Jizhou, and thirty states were captured from one state.
Plum blossoms smile to welcome the Han Festival, and eight trees in Guilin blow snow on the mountains.
Let the star return and become a Taiwan star, skipping Lang Xing and Qing Yue.
Sending cavalry to welcome the news from Jiuji
Returning to the memory of each family and welcoming the future of each family.
I don’t know if I’m going to live there, and I can’t even guess whether it’s safe or not.
Just thinking about what happened ten years ago, who would call this year good?
I left Gao'an and reported on my work on Chaotian Street.
Chinese and foreign theories are difficult to understand, and the bones and hearts are together.
The same room suddenly separated, and the old feelings were not lost.
When entering Beijing, there is a queue, and there is a rush of people.
The wall house is in urgent need of completion, why should I rush it?
I knew it was coming soon, so I had to work harder.
It belongs to the king's affairs, and it is as cold as the Jianghuai River.
The wind and frost swim hard at night, and the mountains and rivers recommend the dawn ring.
In the Six Dynasties, there were several places to sleep on grass, and there was nothing left to mourn after things passed.
If you dream of receiving books from your children, your eyelashes will open with joy.
Although a happy feeling is not real, it comforts the intestines nine times.
The sails of refuge are blowing on Huishan, and the good news is on Jingya.
The silence is not true again, and the traveling Simi is not good.
Look at the snow at the boat door and call the children to wash away the cup.
Wen Ying
After the rain stream, the mountains are clean, the flowers are clear and the willows are bright.
Come and see the good trees through the rain, don’t make any noise.
So if you want to stir up poetry, you still want to cherish friendship.
Jingfei misery is seen, it is even more green.
I crossed Xuxi River in the evening on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty
On the Lantern Festival, my feet were hanging down, and the wind swept them away for me.
It’s strange that the plains are so cold and the snow-covered distant peaks are unknown to people.
Bai Hanxiao
The wind blows through the green lotus at dawn, and the flowers are still white and jade-like.
How can the fragrance spread all over the world if a charm is not allowed to bloom?
Traveling all over Mount Lu, I showed you the elders of Wanshan Mountain.
The small Banjun was carried by the shoulder, and the geographical records were recorded in ancient green books.
First I passed through thousands of long pines, and suddenly I looked up at thousands of cliffs.
Looking at the mountains is unknown, and losing the beauty of the mountains.
I can’t stop asking questions as I walk, and gradually I can recognize them one by one.
The five old men of He Dynasty climbed to the top and turned into stone.
At this age, my teeth are weak.
God gave five kinds of jade milk to the canal for worship.
Where Yuanming slept drunkenly, traces of sweetness were printed on the stone.
Yishao raises geese in the pond, with moss and flowers stained with ink.
The crane crows and the sky is blue in the south, and the turtle worships the Big Dipper.
The relationship with Qixian is not shallow, and the moon pillow borrows the cloud mat.
Thousands of fir trees and Kaixian make a spring and break the pearl wall.
The sick eyes are greedy and poor, and the toes are cowardly.
There are many handsome people traveling with me, and half-talkers.
This is a day off, no one else can do it.
Going back to the boat with Xiaoxing on board, looking back to reminisce about the two.
Walking up in early summer
Song Yang Wanli
The plum blossoms are sour and splash on the teeth, and the plantains are green and covered with window screens.
I sleep without thoughts for a long time, watching children catching willow flowers.
Chunqing cherishes the begonias in my hometown
Wanli Yang of Song Dynasty
The begonias bloom in my hometown today, and I dream about the brocade of Jiangxi.
Everything is spring, people are old alone, and after a year, Yan will return.
It is as green as the day, and it is like flying catkins when you want to fall.
If you don’t have that scenery, you can’t have a meal, so you can send poems to attract the Cuiqiong cup.
Chun Qing Huai Hometown Begonia
Song Yang Wanli
Bamboo edge pavilion and waterside pavilion, do not want anyone to follow you, just walk alone.
The wicker branches have no strength when it is warm at first, and the shadows of the flowers are not clear in the clear sky.
After the rain came to the quiet path, countless new birds made happy sounds.
The only thing I owe is the green gauze and the red meat reflecting the red color. Two years of cold food will cost me my husband.
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Song Yang Wanli
How can guest stars help Han Zhongxing , there is a clear breeze as cold as ice.
Amao was sent to move the Han tripod early, but where is the Yan Mausoleum in the world!
Crossing Yangcun
Wanli Yang in the Song Dynasty
There are many people on both sides of the stone bridge, just like villages separated by a river.
Zhongxin Hotel in the shade of Yangliu, small fishing boats under the grape trellis.
Red and white flowers line the water, and green and yellow wheat fills the sky.
Zheng'er Qinghe is still on the road, for whom do you work hard and don't return to the fields?
Sent to Luwuguan
Wanli Yang of the Song Dynasty
You live in the east of Zhejiang and I in the west of Jiangxi. There are a few new strands of silk in the mirror.
The flowers have fallen six times and the messages are sparse, and the moon shines thousands of miles away and we miss each other.
Li Du should not cross the sea of ??whales, and even more envied Kui Long gathering in Fengchi.
The Tao is that Fan Chuan kills lightly, just like comparing ten thousand households to a thousand poems.
Shangchun
Song Yang Wanli
I planned to have a lot of fun this spring, but I still missed the east wind.
If you don’t have dazzling eyes every year, you are either worried or sick.
Evening Breeze
Song Yang Wanli
The evening breeze does not allow clear ripples, but allows heavy curtains to hang to the ground.
There are no mountains in the plains to cover the setting sun, and the west window turns red when the moon comes.
Boat passing Anren
Yang Wanli
Two children in a fishing boat collected their poles and sat in the boat.
It is strange that even if there is no rain, the umbrella is open, either to cover the head or to use the wind.
Four Quatrains on First Entering the Huaihe River (Part 3)
Yang Wanli
The boats on both sides of the river go in opposite directions, and it is difficult to negotiate with the waves.
The only remaining gulls and herons are flying freely from north to south.
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