Spring Song of Yangxian
The plum blossoms are falling like piles in the stone pavilion, and the jade moss is colorful and the bamboos are red.
Zhu Lingyou’s wine is as clear as empty, and he cooks glutinous and steamed fish for cold food.
The weather is fine in Changqiao, and the two cities are enjoying boating.
The cymbals and drums in Xitou are killing the peasants, and the green cover and red skirt are worth the chance.
The scenery is the most pitiful, beside the tall buildings of the Shao family in the daytime.
The tourists downstairs are happy with their colors, and the yellow hats in Xinan should die of shame.
March is less than February, and the tortoise is believed to be flooded and dry.
The green grass rushes home, and the short flute and horizontal flute indicate the coming year.
The Tea Mountain Gongbao Song
You love your guests endlessly, and the price of guests in Jintai is incomparable.
When the spring breeze comes to pay tribute to tea in March, all the red flags are chased into the mountains.
At dawn in the middle of baking, the red door opens, and new sprouts gradually appear in the baskets and boxes.
The smoke from the mausoleum keeps probing the exposed air, and the officials’ red seals remind them.
Who will feel sad if we are hungry in the morning and prostrate ourselves in the evening? No one will be able to make enough money to compete for food.
There are still piles of rice at one time, and the aroma of steamed rice is better than that of plum blossoms.
The ointment grinding rack is shaking like thunder, and the tea is ready to pay tribute to the emperor.
Thousands of people are vying to eat the spring mountain, and the post and horse whips are crackling with lightning.
Whoever drives my husband back in the middle of the night will see him again. In ten days, the king will travel four thousand miles.
The Qingming Banquet will be held at that time, and I can be said to accept your advice.
Why don’t you remonstrate with officials? Although there is jade food in Jiuchong City.
There are many officials and chiefs in the world, making the king worried about the people and looking miserable.
I sat with the guests while I was baking and tasting tea. They came back and sighed heavily.
How powerful is the fresh green fragrance? There is wine and singing in the mountains.
Everyone in the Leying camp is an immortal family, and there are ten teams of immortal families drinking a hundred dendrobiums.
The golden banquet passed by, making you worry a lot this day.
The guest has no words to say to Qiluo, and he sighs after being diligent.
What’s the period of government regulations? Wu people, Wu people, don't be haggard.
I will make you the Prime Minister of Su'er. Climbing the Xinzhou North Tower in summer
Looking from the tall building, you can see the spiritual mountains hundreds of miles away.
The rain stops, the river beads settle, the clouds open and the valley birds return.
The field seedlings reflect the forest, and the calves are idle beside the village.
The sound of cicadas urges you to enter the pass when you finally find a place to relieve your worries.
Visiting the Tianzhu Temple
When you hear the bell and arrive at the Spiritual Temple, the fairy is happy to find you.
The Maodong has been around for thousands of years, and the sound of water is still cold to this day.
On the Dan well where I read the stele, I sat in the shade of a stone pavilion.
The clouds are not gone yet, and the haze grows in the evening forest.
Reward Liu Gu and send it on the night of his arrival
I am afraid that the third watch will come, and this night is so fleeting.
The guest's mind is full of things, and the sorrow and rain are unbearable.
Bashang’s home is far away, and he is temporarily drunk in front of the stove.
Liu Lang also hates a lot, and his poems recall the clouds of the old mountains.
Made in the Yuan Dynasty
Chongqiang Hua Si Ke, the gate hall congratulated Xinzheng.
The mountains and rivers are covered with snow in the wild, and the bamboo trees are clear in the breeze.
The spring dawns in the Wuting Courtyard, and the remaining ash trees grow in smoke.
I suddenly remembered Wang Suncao, who was in the Imperial Capital the year before last.
Repay Liu Gu and see the official in the pavilion at the beginning of spring
The lonely pavilion leads to the temple, and the quiet person comes alone.
The flow of the Chuji River is slow, and the spring returns to refresh the air.
The wild fields are green with horses, and the bamboos are warm with songbirds.
When the days and years are spent, how can we bear the heart of our motherland?
Su Lian is in the master's room
We are old acquaintances, and we spend a lot of time talking.
The medicine is wrapped in the body's disease, and the scriptures are written to express feelings.
The temple looks like Yue Han, and the sound of entering the building at night is heard.
Don’t wait to move to Wenxiao. I will leave Chicheng in three years.
Garden Residence
The dusk rain brings glory to the majestic house, and the autumn wind blows towards the beautiful garden.
I don’t hear the anvil and pestle moving, but I can see the tangerines turning.
The fish is caught and eaten for the first time, and the duck makes a temporary noise as the boat moves.
Oranges only get their color when it’s cold, and must be multiplied by early frost.
On the night of the Zhongyuan Festival
On the night of the Zhongyuan Festival at the Water Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, the moon goddess can be seen beside the golden millet fence.
The shadow of the red candle returns to the fairy state, and the green servant girl's light moves to see the crowd.
The fragrant and colorful hall is filled with orchids and musk deer, and the dew wraps around the light clothes mixed with Qiluo.
The Wu Gorge is far away in the night sky over Xiangshui River, and I don’t know where I want to go back.
Presented to General Yulin (a work called "General Meeting the King on the River")
Yu Linlang, a man with a haggard beard, once entered Ganquan to serve Emperor Wu.
When the eagle is gone, the clouds know the imperial garden, and when the horse follows the immortal sword, it knows the fragrance of the sky.
The five lakes return to the lonely boat in the moon, and the six countries come to peace with frost on their temples.
Only one can play the flute on the Huan Yi River and lie down to play the three instruments to send off the setting sun.
Sending people to Lingnan
I traveled far away from the mountain to Jiaozhou in ancient times, and I took pity on you when I was young.
The Xie family met a plain girl at the seaside and a green cow on the Yue Wang Pond.
The moonlight shines on Songtai, where the ape cries and dawns, and the smoke in the stone chamber contains ancient osmanthus and autumn.
Looking back five thousand miles to Chang'an, don't stay under the thorn flowers.
Late Poisson River Station
The solitary guest with a sail is still in the evening, and the water station in front of the red polygonum flower is in autumn.
The years have just passed away, and the mist still lingers in the past and present.
The mountains and rivers of Yunyin’s homeland are dusk, and the tide is empty and the river network is closed.
There are also Wu Wa’s old songs, and the sound of the waves is scattered in the distance.
Jiang Pavilion in Springtime
There are fields of river grass, desert watersheds and cloud pavilions on the river.
Shu guests return to Yan with their sails and rafts on their backs, and the flowers and trees in Chushan complain and sing cuckoos.
The spring breeze covers thousands of willows, and the dawn is desolate and thousands of wells are filled with smoke.
The golden chime Ling Ling Ling Shui Nan Temple, the monk's room above is slightly green.
Early Autumn Book Embrace
A leaf of Gao Wu fell into the cold sky, and Song Yu shed tears of sadness in autumn.
When frost blows, chrysanthemums appear frequently in the Chu Mountain, and when the rain falls, there are no cicadas on the trees in the stream.
On the dusk corner of Xu Village, the monk came to visit the wild spring near the temple.
The green temples are prone to many diseases, which is worthy of the scenery and promotes the passing of time.
Birthday message for my wife
The Xie family’s birthday is sunny and springy.
The golden phoenix is ??paired with two emeralds, and the Shuqin is strung with seven strings.
When the mandarin ducks cross their necks, they will live a thousand years, and when the harp and harp are in harmony, they will live for hundreds of years.
I should hate that the guest has not returned from his journey, and the red tears trickle down from the green window.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I sent it to people working in eastern Zhejiang
The savages are often sick and the doors are always closed, and the chrysanthemums bloom on the Double Ninth Festival in the deserted nursery.
In my sorrow, I hear the sound of the flute again, and I can hardly see the white clothes coming.
When Yuan Yuzheng was attending the military music, who would rather feel sorry for him and kowtow his horn in mourning?
The river is red and blue at dusk, and I know you are drunk at the Wangxiang Terrace.
Reminiscing about Bai Pingzhou on the winter solstice with Du Yuanwai in Huzhou
On the Bai Ping Pavilion, a sun shines, and Xie Tao's new tailoring is completed.
The snow on thousands of mountains disappears into the shadow of the stream, and the plum blossoms bloom on several trees and the waves clear the sea.
It is known that gulls often come to visit Tingzhou, which makes Tingzhou uniquely famous.
I am so ashamed of the heavy invitation from Longmen that I abandon my farmhouse and go boating.
Shang Pei Jin Gong
The four dynasties are worried about the country, their temples are like silk, the spirit of dragons and horses is like a sea and cranes.
On the night of the edict delivered by the jade book in the sky, the golden armor was surrendered in front of the formation.
Once Yu Liang Sanqiuyue played all the two-way chess of Yangtan.
The melancholy old hall is surrounded by green fields, and the sunset is infinite and the birds are flying late.
Qingtang Qingshan inscribed Li Yin's West Studio
Xiaoyin West Studio is open for guests, and the depths of green flowers are covered with moss.
Sweeping stones in the forest to set up a chess game, and passing wine glasses from the spring under the rocks.
The orchid leaves are dewy on the autumn moon, and the reed flowers are blown by the night tide.
The lake and mountains surrounding the house are still too shallow, so I want to take a fishing boat close to the fishing platform.
My friend Shi Yue passed by Tonglu and sent a message to the post on the river
In Zhuping, Qianzhou, Tonglu County, the tide rises in the evening on the Tonglu River.
Mo Yan is unique in his beautiful mountains and rivers, and even in the passing years, he still hears that officials are clear.
In Mailongxuliangdangshui shop, the seabass is delicious and called water shield soup.
Wang and Sun Ke left in Canchun and saw each other off at Heqiao in admiration of this trip.
Send off to Liu Gu
The snow on Cunqiao West Road has begun to clear, and the clouds are warm and the sand is dry and the horses are light.
The grass at the end of Hanjian Ferry is green, and the sound of partridges is heard outside Xinmeiling.
The post office has sent a light carriage, who will be waiting for the arrival of the fire in the mountain hall.
As the setting sun passes over thousands of peaks, I know you look back at Gaocheng.
Chinese Valentine's Day (a poem by Zhao Huang)
The double fans of the black magpie bridge are opened, and they cross the river every year.
Don’t think it’s better to see each other in heaven than to never come back.
If you want to reduce the fireworks to save the world, I will temporarily let the smoke and moon cover the dressing table.
When we say goodbye, the old road is long and clear, how can we be willing to leave love like ashes of death.
Chushi Qin moved to his home in Fuchunfa Zhangting Pavilion
The tide fell and empty Jiangzhou Zhusheng was born, and he knew that you had gone to Fuchun Pavilion.
I have heard that Guo Yishan is so beautiful, and even said that the bureaucrats are blue-eyed.
After a few nights of separation, my soul is still haunted, and I miss you like a star.
The immortal Baishi sings loudly, and Wufu Songzhai listens to it in the middle of the night.
Therefore, Luoyang City
As soon as the Hu soldiers moved Shuo Fangchen, Luan Yu was not allowed to patrol again.
The whimpering water flows in Qingluo, and the sun is deep in the lonely spring.
The clouds gather in the young room and it rains at the beginning, and the willows blow across the bridge to cross Tianjin in the evening.
If you want to ask why Shengping has grown old for no reason, Fenglou looks back at the fallen flowers.
Ziji Palace Shangyuanzhai presented Zhudaoliu for the first time
The blue slips facing the sky played the chapter, and the Qing Palace seemed to have a spirit descending from it.
The golden horns of five dragons fight towards the stars, and the sound of jade in the three holes worries ghosts and gods.
The wind blows the lanterns and chimes on the mountain, and the dew touches the fairy apricot stone altar in spring.
In the Ming Dynasty, after the funeral, the guests dispersed, and the city was filled with dust and empty of people.
On the first day of spring, Jiangcun suddenly came up
The old calendar has been exhausted, so what’s the point of reminding us of the beginning of spring?
The wild shop on the riverside is cold and colorless, and the plum blossoms can be seen in the isolated village outside the bamboo.
The mountain snow suddenly clears and the mist is green, and the fishermen mourn the evening with their flutes.
There is an envoy from the Qin Dynasty nearby in Nanzhou. Hearing that Hu soldiers are coming to fight.
Returning home from Beijing after the Beginning of Autumn
When I return home in autumn, I see bean blossoms after the fence has fallen, and the bamboo gate is used as a crossbar on the water bank.
When it rains in the Songzhai, it is better to clear the mat, and in the Buddhist chamber, the solitary lamp faces the crimson gauze.
It is as lazy as a snake when it comes to holding on to sorrow all day long, and as lazy as a snake when it moves.
Is there any bass near the Xijiang River? Zhang Han arrived home in his boat.
Accompanying Prime Minister Pei on a day trip to Anlechi Pavilion on the Double Ninth Festival
The crimson sky is light and the mist is shining on the three terraces, and Ruan is talented in music and pipes.
The lotus marsh used to be Wang Jian's mansion, and the chrysanthemum fence is now Meng Jiabei.
I would rather know that the founder of Beique is here, but he will attract old guests from Dongshan.
I laugh at myself and am still drunk, the sun sets in the sky and I return from Jiangyi.
Zhehe Pavilion (a work of a horse resting in the fields during a trip to the mountains in late spring)
Rain wets the wild rice and the sun sets, and the sound of cocoons cooking in the thatched kitchen is heard.
The green snake on the bamboo has the same color, and the yellow butterfly across the stream has infinite love.
Wherever the woodcutter and fishermen are far away from their wages, the soil of the old garden reminds me of spring plowing.
Thousands of peaks and thousands of lakes are filled with gurgling water, and the poor horse walks alone among them.
Tishanjia in Spring
I am familiar with the woodcutter, and the spring is coming day by day.
Looking for purple ferns according to the hills, and getting green plums from the trees.
The swallow quietly picked up the mud in its mouth, and the bee returned with its stamens in its arms.
Tender green tea is stirred heavily, and new wine is slightly stirred into fermented grains.
In the desert, silkworms grow paper, and trickling water makes moss.
Ding Xiangzheng was unable to get married and stayed in Xiaoting Kuma.
Watching the river pavilion at night
The blue sky is cool and the wild geese are sparse. I have too much time to look at the river and think about the clouds.
Behind the lotus leaves in the pond and pavilion of the autumn pavilion, the savage fell on the fence and the bean blossoms were beginning to bloom.
You have no worries about being able to master the magic of immortals, but you can forget the history books if you are sick.
I heard that the fragrant rice is ripe in my hometown, and there are sea bass when I return home.
Visiting Master Che at night in Chang'an
The trees in Guanxi are covered with frost at night, and the black hat is leisurely looking for the monk in the purple pavilion.
The moonlight shines first on the crane among the pines, and the water in the cold ditch of the temple suddenly turns to ice.
The dawn of Qingcheng is noisy and the Qin Dynasty is banned, and the autumn smoke rises from the Han Mausoleum in the desert.
I heard that in the old Zen place on the rooftop, there was a unique niche lamp in the stone house.
Send Master Yuanjian on a tour to the rooftop
I couldn’t stay in the Xiling Cottage, so I took a bottle of tin to the rooftop alone.
When Shuang Qinghai Temple heard the arrival of the tide, they feasted on river boats and returned begging for food.
It’s a cold night on Huading, the moon is setting, and the stone bridge is empty in autumn. A monk comes.
At the place where people meet on the Lingxi Road, there is a shady cave and a cooling bamboo room.
Send a monk to Taizhou
If you go for a leisurely tour in Tailing alone, you will never realize that there is credit in Lingxi Road.
Three wells connect to the waves in response to the tide, and five peaks gather in the temple to make the ceiling drop.
The copper bottle for washing in the cold pool is clean, and the tin stick of Zen in the wild shop is tilted.
When you look for the stone bridge road at the beginning of the day, don’t let the clouds and rain wet your cassocks.
It was useless to hurt Jia Dao
But when he went to the capital, everything was hurt, and Huixiu returned to Jijia to live and die.
Who has collected the box of articles? I am the only one who passes through the moss room.
I have never been a guest in my life, and I have been destined to say goodbye to the king of space for the first time.
The setting sun is in Xiaoxiaozhuwu, and the leaves cover the leisurely steps and the snow hugs the wall.
Peacock
The bird is youthful and beautiful, Qingxuan comes to the house to look at the clothes.
One cannot be painted with gold and green, and few come from thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
Sizhu is accustomed to dancing alone when listening to it, and when he first ascends the stage, he wants to fly alone.
When the eryngium flowers fade and the grass rests, we look forward to returning home from our southern nests.