Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring. Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
2. Tang Li Bai's "Looking at Xuancheng Rhododendron":
Shu once heard of Zigui birds and Xuancheng saw azaleas. One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
3, tang li bai "Shu Dao Nan":
The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale!
4. Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip:
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the riverside town, which is low and humid.
The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
5. Don Lee and "The Old Lady Picks Jade Songs":
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step. I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.
The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears. The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring. The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
6, Tang Li Shangyin "Jinse":
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
7. Tang Shen Quanqi's Sleeping in Qipanling:
Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.
Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night. Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.
8, Tang Wen Ting Yun "Bi Qing Xiao Yisi":
Incense lamps accompany dreams, and Chu is in the end of the world. The moon falls and the rules rest, and apricot blossoms are all over the world.
9, Tang Cui tu "Spring Festival Evening":
Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring. Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors. Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?
10, Listening to Zheng:
The string urges the column to listen, and the sorrow and resentment of the Qin people are infinite. It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
Who is sad at night? Where do you miss the moon in an empty building? More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, Jiangnan.
1 1, Huangling Temple was built by Tang;
On the edge of Puyun in the north of Xiaoguzhou, two women are crying and making up. The Wild Temple kept silent about Jiang Chun, and the ancient monument said nothing about Sandy.
The wind returns to dusk, blowing incense, and the moon falls and cries deeply. There seems to be a hunting tour, and nine are suspected of being separated by Hunan and Sichuan.
12, Tang Anonymous "Miscellaneous Poems":
Near the cold food, the rain grass grows, and the wheat seedlings are facing the wind. When there is no home to go home, the cuckoo will cry in her ear.
13, Wen Song Tian Xiang's Jiang Yan Yue:
Gump is great, it is not a thing in the pool. There is no place to worry about the wind and rain, and it is colder.
Cross-cutting poetry, going upstairs to write poetry, everything is snowing in the air. If the river flows like this, there will be Yingjie. I can laugh at a leaf and drift away, and then come to Huaishui, which is the breeze. In the mirror, Zhu Yan is gone, but Dan Xin is hard to disappear. Going to Longsha, looking back, the front line is as green as hair. Old friends should remember that there is a waning moon on the branches of azaleas.
14, Jinling Yi by Wen Tianxiang in Song Dynasty;
"From now on, I will leave Kaijiang South Road and become a crow with blood."
15, Wang Anshi's Visit to a Hostel Without Party Membership in the Song Dynasty;
Looking for horseshoes outside the customs, he became a poem and a ren. In spring, the flowers and branches set each other off, and the mountains invaded the clothes and became fascinated at night.
Today's joke is still happy * * *, and it is difficult to work hard after years of rest. I am lazy in my career. Thank you for your hospitality, Du Yu.
16, 10th Five-Year Plan of Wang Anshi:
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
17, Song Sushi's poem dike:
Six bridges span the Tianhan River, and Beishan begins to connect with Nanping. Suddenly, I was shocked, and the old cockroach fell from the sky. In the past, the pearl was full of green cymbals, and the female wall was still in the sand. There are willows beside the Sixth Dongfeng Bridge, but no orioles see cuckoos.
18, Song Dynasty Step "Linjiang Left":
Jiangcheng has no house to buy, and the remnant monks and wild temples live together. Loose medicine mortar bamboo clothes, poor waterline everywhere, when Yun Qi sit and watch.
What happened to a bird (cuckoo)? Did you get drunk and cry bitterly? The moon leans on the west courtyard, and the more worried it is. Castle peak is infinitely good, and there is no return.
19, Song He Zhu's "Midnight Song":
In the middle of the night, the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snowy moons. Pear blossom and snowy moon, sad, cuckoo crying blood.
How should the prince and grandson say goodbye? Swallow goodbye, stop running water and sob for others.
20. Song Wang Lan's "Niannujiao, Avoid Manhe, Book in the New Pavilion":
From a height, you can only see your hometown in the depths of white clouds. Small town, homesickness, loneliness, attentions to Du Yu. The old country is sad, the new pavilion tears, and it rains. It's hard to get rid of this hatred. Looking back at the estuary, birds sing and flowers fall. Who is in charge today? When the swallows return, where are the carved beams and painted buildings? What are your whispers? The most bitter sandstorm, 100,000 households were exhausted and made a river of blood. Stand firm and be a disabled person who has passed away.
2 1, Guan's Treading on the Sand:
The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.
Plum blossoms are sent by mail, and fish live long. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
22. Guan's "Flower Hall Spring":
Falling red paved the horizontal pool, and it was clear and drizzling. The apricot orchard is withered, the cuckoo is crying, but it is helpless to return to spring.
Liuhua Building is alone, twisting its branches by hand, facing the oblique light, making the flowers speechless. Who knows this?
23, Song Zhu Dunru "Linjiang Xian":
Since the phoenix broke, the woman broke the mirror and flew away. There is little news from the ends of the earth. Dream back to Liaohaibei, and the soul breaks the jade Kansai.
Moon reunion, star reunion, how can people not return? I was still listening to cuckoo crow this spring. See geese every year, fourteen times.
24. Song Luyou's "Queqiao Fairy Smells Du Fu Every Night":
The eaves are quiet, the window lights are dim, and the Spring Festival Evening is stormy. The warbler's nest is always silent, but on a moonlit night, she often cries out Du Yu.
I shed tears in a hurry, dreaming, and picked up the deep branches to fly away. So the mountain is uncomfortable, half-life, floating.
25, Song Zhaoru County "Love Embroidery":
Wickers has tens of millions, and it's not a draw. Draw a radius! I think tonight, it's also for the new moon. It's too light and too cold. Where is the bridge?
How much is Yu Di Taiquan! Slippery red (refers to the cuckoo's call), and the face is still rosy. Don't blame me, rouge is unintentional, and the east wind steals from the apricot tip.
26. Song Zhao Chong "Qingpingle Huairen":
There are many places in the billiard hall in spring. A flower can't stay, but it breaks into a fragrant rain.
Acacia every night, shirt full of tears. Looking forward to the peaches and plums in my hometown, I also want to complain about the moon and worry about the wind.
27. Song Zhou Bangyan's "Huanxisha":
On a sunny day, the sky is blue upstairs, and the grass in front of the building meets the world. You are advised not to climb the highest ladder.
Hsinchu has become a bamboo in the hall, and the fallen flowers are full of bird's nest mud. Endure to listen to the cuckoo crow in the forest.
28. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Huanxisha Ren Zichun, Go to Min County, Don't Puquan":
Listen carefully to the cries of Du Yu in Chunshan, all of which are farewell poems. Fly back to Bai Niao.
Lying on the rock of Zheng Zizhen, I went to see Tao Liangyuan's chrysanthemum period. Now I can recite the action of Beishan.
29. Song Xin Qi Ji's Tian Zihuan Xi Sha Sanshan Drama:
"People walking around the house can't help. They can learn to sing in the idle window, but the cuckoo can persuade them: Go home!"
30.[ Song] Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang Don't Take the Twelve Brothers"
It is even more impressive to hear partridges among the green trees. Partridge life, cuckoo cut. Cry until the spring, can't find a place, hate wheatgrass and rest. It has not come, and the world is leaving. Turn off the pipa immediately and plug it in. There is even a golden que of Cui Tun. See Yanyan and give it to my concubine. The general has been through many battles and gained a great reputation. It's a long time to go to Heliang and back to Wan Li. Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow. It is a strong man, and the elegy is not thorough. The singing bird knows how annoying it is, but it didn't expect it to shed tears and blood. Who * * * me, drunk on the moon?
3 1, Liu Song Chen Weng's "Warrior Lan Ling Soldiers Send Spring":
Send away spring, spring can't go to earth. Who will send sand to Nanpu? How is Yiyi's mood?
Reminiscent of Haimen flying catkins. Crows flew over the streets and the city was in ruins. When you can't see, try the light. Spring is gone, who is the most painful? But the arrow geese sank, Liang Yan lost its owner, and the cuckoo sounded like dusk in Nagato. Miss Yushu withered soil, tears like dew. Xianyang Fujian has been tried repeatedly, but it failed in the oblique day. Spring is gone, will it come again? Zheng Jiang makes me hate parting, the heart of rain makes me heartache, and Su Causeway makes me sunny and rainy. Sigh and drift to the old country, recalling the past. Life is wandering, Gu Ruzi, * * * night language.
32. Song Hongzi's "eye-catching":
Cao Fang ferry village, pingsha. It was all green last year. Up and down the hairspring, the warbler sounds one after another, which is infinitely charming.
The window is deep and secluded, people come home late, and the golden duck sinks. Under the shadow of Haitang, in the sound of Zigui, it stands at dusk.
33, Song Chen Yunping "Looking at Jiangnan":
"Parrots hate parrots in the state, and cuckoos crow on azaleas."
34, Song "Wu Fengqi Anonymous":
In the evening of green, dark, red and thin spring, swallows fly into weeping willows with mud in their mouths. Catkin can't stop the wind, and there are countless mountains in the cuckoo sound.
Bamboo pole shoes have no definite basis, across the southwest and across the wooden bridge. Woodmen and fishermen come one after another, who is in charge of ups and downs?
35. Song Wangling's Farewell to Spring:
In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. Zi Gui still cries blood in the middle of the night, so he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back.
36. The Five Dynasties Yin E "Man Gong Hua":
The moon is heavy, people are quiet, and the fragrance in the backyard lingers. Romantic Di Zi does not return, and flowers are forbidden to sweep everywhere.
Hate more and meet less, where can Mishima get drunk? Leaking the rules of the palace tree, worrying about locking the window of spring scenery.
37, Mao Wenxi "more loophole":
Spring is midnight. Spring hates cutting and flowers are spent outside the moon. People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter.
Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court. The night fog dispersed, the morning glow, Shuang Yan between the beams.
38. Cat's Moon in the Water, Long Yin Chun Hate:
Red and deep, the curtain is half rolled and the east wind is soft. Spring back to Cui Mo, Pingsha is tender, and Jin Yang is shallow. It's too late to urge flowers, but it's rainy, cold and warm. I hate the world of wheatgrass, but tourists don't appreciate it, so they give it to Yingying and Yan. Lonely, with lofty ideals, a cry back to the south building. The golden hairpin fights the grass, the green silk bridles, and the wind blows it away. How much bitterness, fragrance dies and tears seal? It is ecstasy, and it is also a thin smoke and a faint moon. When it is divided, the sound is broken.
39. Zhi's book burning and historical singing:
Yingying smeared it with snow, with little red makeup and with rainy plums. The carriage in front of Modao Road is rich, and Zigui is now called Spring Festival travel rush.
40. Hong Qing Ji Liang's Notes on Customs Clearance and Sorting Assistant Minister:
The cuckoo wants to melt, and it still mourns; The stork will die, but it will remain strong; Abandon the affairs of a lifetime and linger on the name behind you.
4 1, Tang Libai, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biaoyao had this post":
Huayang fell to the ground and cried, smelling the dragon marks of Wuxi. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.