Seven poems about turtles

1, tortoise

Year: Tang author:

Rest for a thousand years, worship the spring and live in seclusion. You shouldn't follow the lame tortoise, but stay in the fish.

The spirit belly is mysterious, and the fragrant nest is green. I hate toads when I fly to the moon.

Say goodbye to the mud after dragging the tail, and the bed is at the beginning of the water. The Guanshan period is not small, and it is better to cast and seal things.

I am willing to pay Mao Bao, but I am not afraid. When I was young, I would recommend Emperor Yao's books.

2. Shang Yunle Jade Turtle Song

Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Xiao Yan

Yuguishan.

What a fairy.

Jiuguang obsidian

Wu Yunsheng.

Cross-band should be segmented.

Dahua Guanchenying.

As mysterious as Luo.

The access is too clear.

3. Wang Ba Fu

Author: Cao Zhi

Turtles live for a thousand years.

Sometimes the turtles left behind die in a few days, exhausted, with only armor left.

It was given to me because of my feelings.

It is said that Jiande, the capital of Jia Siling, lies on one side: the black dragon roars at Dongyue, the white tiger roars at Xigang, Xuanwu gathers in the cold door, and Suzaku lives in Nanxiang.

Follow the benevolent wind to get information, and you should be auspicious after the holy time.

What is strange about turtles is the nature of their bodies.

Barbarians, the lower the land, the higher the rules.

Yin and yang breathe together, and the scenery is hidden in spring.

The rice dust is solid, and it is inexhaustible to drink in the morning dew.

Step forward, pitch your toes, and look at the crane when you come back.

Suddenly, I don't care. I have no boundaries in Tai Su.

I feel that the white dragon is auspicious, so I have to be prepared.

Although I saw the treasure in the ancestral hall, I was embarrassed.

If you want to complain to God, you will be ashamed to swim.

I went to Lian Fang for fear of drowning in mud, and lived in a bird's nest.

A Yun Xuan is quiet, but he changes his mind without debauchery.

In the past, zhouyan's boycott of the Lantern Festival was a metaphor for Si Ling.

Lu Yun's chariot was finally captured by the river.

Back to the secluded place in the cage, I am a benevolent person with pure beauty.

Take care of yourself all day and greet the morning in Fushun at night.

The jackal's lewd disaster was drowned and his life was extinguished.

Heaven is obscure but not divided, and immortals are secluded and difficult to candle.

Huang didn't become empty, but became a tree.

Snakes break scales at a level height, and dragons break bones in a deep valley.

The transfer of bright things, the solution of doubtful spirit.