Yu Gui
Yu Gui, courtesy name Xiqie, was a native of Renhe (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province), an official and poet in the Song Dynasty. He became a Jinshi in the fifth year of Shaoding (1232), and one became a Jinshi in the second year of Duanping (1235). He once served as an official in the coastal area and served as the magistrate of the state. He was friendly with Chen Qi and exchanged poems and articles. His poetry is best at quatrains. He often observes nature with a calm state of mind, and sometimes makes unique discoveries. The writing is clear and poetic.
Chinese name: Yu Gui
Foreign name: YuGui
Nationality: Chinese
Birthplace: Renhe (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province)
Occupation: Official, poet
Main achievements: Jinshi
Representative works: two volumes of "Yuxi Shigao" and one volume of "Yuxi Yi Manuscript" , "Yu Jia's Poems", etc.
Dynasty: Southern Song Dynasty
Good at poetry: quatrains
Works
Yu Gui: There are two volumes of "Yuxi Shigao" and "Yuxi Shigao". "Yuxi B Manuscript" one volume. Yu Jia's poems and the Song Dynasty copy of "Sixty Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty" are the original versions. The revised version is the "Small Collection of Mingxian in the Two Song Dynasties" (referred to as the Collection of Mingxian), and the newly compiled poems outside the collection are attached at the end of the volume.
Poem Catalog
At the end of the spring, I sent a poem to a friend to discuss the poem and chant it under the rainbow rain
Crossing the lake to send someone to Songjiang, four days before Laba Festival
< p>Lengquan Pavilion and Ye Guangwenyun Ganlu Temple Spring ReturnSpring Festival Evening Spring Wing Chun Day on the Lake Spring Day Event
Fengqiao Temple Wu Qiutan Rhyme Xia Zhu Monk Yun Lotus Picking Song< /p>
Walking on the lake to send Chen Yunju’s boudoir to Begonia
He Lotte’s early summer rhyme to buy fish in Nanzi_The Master’s Pingjiang Qiuhuai
The first summer of Shiri Stalagmite Peak is here Things
Tigan Yuxi Happy Rain on Farewell Big Ginseng Fragrant Forest Cave
Hsinchu Hsinchu Stone Wall Reciting Poems and Feathers
After the rain, ancient ideas are mixed in early spring
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Gift to Lu Qin Shi in the Clouds to Plant Bamboo and Relieve His Sorrows in the Rain
Two Poems for Staying in Beijing and Two Poems for Staying in Beijing Yuzhang Tengge Moonlight Night
Read Yanxiang Poetry Collection of Scenic Spots Observation of Clumsy Summer Morning Occasions
Summer Reminiscences in Summer, Things in Summer, Summer Days in Summer
Cherishing Spring in Leisure, Recording Sorrows in Streams
Reminiscences in Books Study in Songjiang
Songjiang Sends Spring Moss to the Money Swing
Autumn and Autumn Days and Events Autumn Walks and Autumn Nights
Autumn Nights and Autumn Songs in the Mountains to Watch the Moon< /p>
Farming occasionally becomes an occasional chant
Pei Fen Pinghu is pregnant with Qingming Festival on Chinese Valentine's Day
Lengquan Pavilion Lingyin expresses his feelings and sends books
Homeland on the river on the river Jiangtou
For a long time, I have been an official and idle in the army, asking for clothes
Looking at the poems of my ancestor Qingsong, a layman in the warehouse, occupying Huqiu and Huqiu
Huishan is about to happen Just do it, just do it
Just do it, pick the lotus song, pick the lotus song, pick the lotus song
Pick the lotus song, pick the lotus song, pick the lotus song, early autumn
Bantang Bingwu in early summer Arrive at the foot of Songjiang Pagoda one night after Chinese Valentine's Day at Bingwu Arrive at the foot of Songjiang Pagoda one night after Chinese Valentine's Day
Pick lotus and fish for Song Xueyan Yun in Mount Geng, Taitung
In spring, brother Tan'an returns in spring< /p>
Selected poems
Send a message to a friend at the end of spring
The sun is warm and the pear blossoms are snowing, and the wind is blowing the willows. Spring is over March and a half, and I am dreaming of ten years ago.
Poems are based on the sound of orioles, but books are written without wild geese. Dongjun is still as old as before, and my temples are shining brightly.
Spring Festival Gala on the Lake
Everything has come to an end and no one is too lazy to go out. The water is filled with mist and the waves are wide, and the mountains are covered with sorrow at sunset.
Yellow birds sing in the willow trees, and white gulls lie on the sandbank. The journey back home is long, so why buy a small boat?
Citan'an brother Yun
I was given ink in the book, and the sentences are as good as the book. It's been two years since we parted ways, and suddenly it's late spring.
The dream is endless, and the heart is far away. Reflecting on myself, I am now old, living in a house tied to a lake or a mountain.
The rhyme of the next Zhu monk
The mundane dust of the morning market is soft, and the smell of the mountains and forests is deep. Let go of your bosom to follow the wild cranes, and let your ears go to the spring birds.
The rocks ring with spring jade, and the pines and hairpins fall into the shadow of the sun. Live in seclusion with nothing to do, and cultivate your heart for reading.
Ganlu Temple
It occupies the southern part of Huaihe River, and the west wind blows into the hair on the temples. One river flows endlessly, and many sceneries are the highest.
The setting sun obscures the misty trees, and the solitary sail sees off guests_. There are few people who are interested, and the present and the past are just the same.
Huishan
Entering Songguan Ancient, autumn clouds carry tree smoke. I only suspect that there is rain in the mountains, which is exactly the spring flowing in the stream.
Poets' poems are left on the wall, and tourists tie their boats to the shore. Who can recruit Lu Yu to visit the ancient fence?
Send to Chen Yunju
Grown up in Beijing, he is a well-dressed man from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. There is no trace of dust in the book, and the sentences written in the pen are enlightening.
The river and the sea are famous, and the pond is full of dreams. The spirit remains as old as ever, and the Yun Gao becomes fresher.
Jiu Yu
If you stay in Beijing for more than a month, you will never know the beauty of spring. But it rains all night, just like late autumn.
When guests come, they don’t drink. They only talk poetry when meeting people. It is said among the officials that there is no purchase, and it should be because the people are hungry.
Lingyin
Looking back two years ago, I went to Lingyin. I didn't see enough along the way, and my clothes were stained with dew.
White clouds come to welcome you, and streams and waterfalls are in full bloom. There is no such scenery in the world, far better than Lushan Road.
On Poetry
The great road has no body, why is it in the words. Pleiades painted from the innate, and poems were deleted from the saints.
Fashion spreads far and wide, and subsequent works are unattainable. No word should be spared in debating whose surname is the son.
Ouyin
Conquering my mind is no better than getting rid of external demons. Reciting poems becomes more clumsy, and the meaning of the words is still wrong.
The green clothes are old and the hair is gray. If you don't abandon your talents for the world, you can only chant scrolls by yourself.
Pei Tomb
Buy a boat and go through the remote path, the tomb is the deepest. The wind is always cold near the mountain, and the pines and pans are cloudy even during the day.
There was no riding when we came, and there were songbirds on the way. I would like to send a message to the residents of the city, who is willing to visit and find them.
Autumn is about to happen
There are poets in the night, so stop teaching and secular knowledge. Chatting in the suburbs at night and looking out, the wind and moon are entering autumn.
When I am extremely sad, I can only rely on wine, but my pocket is empty but I have poems left. It's longer when people don't sleep and the lights are friendly.
Autumn Ode
The scroll of chanting is still open, and the joy of singing is gone. Buy flowers, water them and change their leaves. Why bloom and sweep away the moss?
The scarf is made of cool gauze, and the clothes are cut from thin ramie. Pan Lang's hair turned pale due to shame, mostly because of the coming autumn.
Shu Huai
My secluded nature stops me from reading books, and I live in the village. The heart is just to save things, and the body is in harmony with the name.
The autumn wind blows from the leaves of Konovo, and the crickets sing at night and the rain begins. My life is here tonight, it doesn’t matter if I don’t have another time.
Study
Weeds line the courtyard, and the doors are covered by the leisurely sun. It's cool in the evening. After the rain, there are few cicadas on the fallen leaves.
The sound of nature sings the bamboo, but the sound of the anvil breaks the clothes. The monk's dormitory is nothing more than this, so why bother with the mystery.
Lengquan Pavilion
Invading Yunling step by step, the pavilion is high and the road is level. There are secluded trees beside the pool, and the bottom of the water is clear with fine sand.
It is difficult to recite poems without friends, but when you meet a monk, your words become clear. This is a really beautiful place, the forest is silent and the birds are silent.
If you want to visit Feilai Scenery, rent a boat at the head of the lake. White clouds invade the bottom of the ridge, and green trees are near the spring.
Everyone who enters the temple must go there, as the deep forest shadows circle themselves. Living in the mountains close to each other, I sit at night to learn meditation.
Ancient meaning
There is no romance, and beauties are separated for a long time. The road is blocked and long, and the spring grass is several times green.
The phoenix hairpin has cold clouds on its temples, and the luan mirror has light clouds_. In the past it was a winged bird, now it is a solitary flying bird.
If you are worried about sending a man's clothes, the waist should be thin and the cut should be narrow.
Living at leisure
Wealth and honor are natural to people, while poverty and lowliness are unbearable to worry about. I have Lan Huiqing, I am not ashamed of Xiao Ai.
Fame and fame are like dew grass, and floating tiles are like empty boats. They met for thousands of years, Gao Kui and Yi Zhou.
Gou Shi is poor and has not yet reached his peak, and he has to camp in one valley and one hill. The source is my own, and my heart has been carefully prepared.
He Lotte's Early Summer Rhythm
The rain comes at the foot of the mountain, and the stream marks swell with sand on the bank. There are many wine shops with flags planted, and all fishermen are hung with flags.
The ground sprouts bamboo shoots, and the garden harvests rapeseed flowers. The orioles are chirping in spring, and the swallows are flying in the wind.
A cup of green lotus leaves with diarrhea, and a cup of boiled white jade tea. The water in the isolated village runs late, and at a few o'clock there are returning crows.
Early summer
The roses have faded and the peonies are about to go downhill. There are beautiful trees in the afternoon shade, and the scene sequence is still peaceful.
Psalms are sung every day, and no ordinary guest passes through the door. There are few bamboo shoots this year, and there are many lotus leaves and small ponds.
Spring has left for only ten days, and the summer clouds are already high. Last year, I was in a state of ruin.
But I want to lie down on a white stone, where I can touch the green radish on the secluded rock. It’s cooked with your heart, no need to ask how.
Appreciating the moon
There is not a single cloud in the sky and not a single dust on the earth. The month of June is complete and the moon is shining brightly.
This month is the same in ancient and modern times, shining brightly on people in the world. After bathing for a long time at night, my lapels were full of wind while sitting exposed.
The clear shadow enters the window and fills my heart. All I owe is a bottle of wine, and all I owe is a harp.
Such a beautiful moonlight, it’s a pity it’s on the seaside. The fool is engaged in official affairs, and his energy is exhausted.
You are not allowed to admire the new moon or entertain people frequently. Tonight the poetry is in full swing, and the people of the fishing stream chant wildly.
It’s still a good idea to be alone, but it’s better to meet relatives and guests.
Lotus Picking Song
The female accompaniment sings about picking lotuses, and the sound of her barking makes the water flow. Unintentionally startled the mandarin duck, the mandarin duck flew up on its own.
The morning dew wets my clothes, and the sunset shines on my eyes. A leaf is as small as a melon, where you can go and live without any restrictions.
The song of the Wu is picking water chestnuts, and the wind is blowing. The reed leaves reflect the clear water in the harbor, and I catch pairs of mandarin ducks to bathe in.
There is painstaking effort in the lotus, and I want to break the hand and return it. Breaking the lotus may damage the lotus root, and it will be difficult to renew the lotus root silk.
The painted boat is about to return, laughing and talking frequently, and the mandarin ducks sink when they meet each other. I'm afraid that the pain in my heart will get worse when I chew the lotus.
The lotus leaf halter learns Taoism, and the flower makeup looks as clear as makeup. The two heads are still white and cross the neck, laughing at the ageless mandarin ducks.
The sound of the round house ringing with gold, the ancients carefully numbered the pieces and hid them deep. Don't worry about the many sharp thorns in your hand, but I'm afraid it takes a lot of pains to hurt someone.
Pinghu Miaomiao lotus has a clear breeze, and the flowers bloom and reflect the sun with bright red makeup. A pair of flowers suddenly flew away, causing the orchids to sing at the bottom of the flowers.
Whose daughter is in the orchid river? She has a bun with a bun and a black eyebrow. Picking lotus flowers fills the sleeves with fragrance, and the lotuses are so deep that one forgets the way home.
There are many lotus flowers on the west bank of the West Lake, and the girls on the side sing sweet songs. The horse Jin Puluo beside the road is eager to stay in the autumn.
The boat was released, but it went into the depths of the flowers, and remained silent while facing the flow. The clouds and mountains rained from the Nanshan Mountains, and the lotus flowers were broken and never returned.
The waves startled the couple, and the water droplets splashed on the hibiscus clothes. I hate that there are no flying feathers coming to your side, and the clouds that follow you are so long.
The west wind causes cool clouds to rise, and the mandarin duck oar helps the boat float on the water. The fragrance of Luqin flower, fat and alder powder, is full of sharp thorns and onion fingers.
The red gauze is half full and the gold is bright, and the six men on the embankment are singing. The joy of dusk rain in central Hunan is lost, and everyone's eyes are empty.
The boat is rocking in the waves, the heart is in the desert, and the flowers are singing and falling on the way back. The green and red demon river is deep, and all the spirits under the water are unaware of it.
On the River
It is raining in the cloud pavilion at the head of the river, and the willow color is as deep as spring. The ship is blocked by the spring breeze, but who knows the guest's heart?
The light rain has just stopped and the sun is setting. Wine flags are placed in two or three houses. The river head decorates the autumn scene, half with reeds and half with polygonum.
Tiger Hill
The two temples are now one temple, because Qin Hu occupied the hill. Cranes fly to the king's sword, and birds lodge in ancient tombs in sorrow.
The stone is connected to the spring, and the pool is connected to the sea water. There are ten wonders and many victories, but it is impossible to chase them all.
The unexpected floating pictures and the subtle details reflect the deeds of the King of Wu. The monks in the temple closed the mountain gate before it was late, and the clouds flew away without letting go.
Autumn Night
Autumn night is full of melancholy and thoughts, and the wind and dew in the empty hall are cool. The reading lamp can be close, and the sleepiness is beginning to grow.
The crickets buzz frequently to urge us to weave, and the fireflies fly and shine. The raindrops pass outside the window, and the fragrance of rice flowers spreads.
The moonlight is as pure as water and dust-free, and I miss you with one heart after thousands of miles. The weft fence cannot be heard clearly, which makes the autumn atmosphere very deep.
Bantang
After visiting Yunyan and crossing Bantang, the wild flowers are fragrant during the Qingming Festival. The boat took advantage of the rain and the wind, but could not reach the top in time to find the monk.
Early Autumn
Huo Lao Jin Rou Jin is dying from the heat, and he is enjoying the cool weather and looking at the Western Mountains. The sound of autumn is nowhere to be found, only among the bamboo leaves in front of the window.
Spring Ode
I read poems all day long with my clothes covered. When I go out, I am afraid of the drizzle getting on my clothes. The apricot blossoms have revealed their rouge color. The swallow has not returned yet.
The Rhyme of Wu Qiutan
When we meet, the words are by the eaves to the west, and the trends are uneven. It's just the right time for you to arrive at Bai Pingqiu, and you can enjoy the wind and the moon and the stream in front of you.
Diaotai
If you don’t love Sangong Han Lurong, a hint of romance will bring you a lot of purity. Only upholding integrity for eternity will not gain fame in the world.
Dongshan
Dongshan is the home of a noble hermit. There is a small garden for walking in the sun, so there is no need to worry about having no land to grow plum blossoms.
Fengqiao Temple
The lake is connected to the moonlight sky, and the sound of wild geese disturbs people's sleep. Last year I stayed at Fengqiao and tied a small boat to the stone bank.
Crossing the Lake
As the boat moves to the other shore, the water is blooming, the sun is warm, the wind is fragrant and the plum blossoms are falling. The mountains are misty and horizontal, and white gulls fly everywhere, bringing poems.
Begonia
Begonia is blooming with rouge, and it is a good time to sleep on the branches when the rain falls. The most important thing is that the master has a grudge, but Du Ling has no poems because of it.
He Ye Guangwen Yun
Enjoying spring, there are many things to offer, and I think about the short and long bridges on the lake. Last year at Hanshi Leisure Place, the boat was tied with wickers.
Take a leisurely walk on the lake
After a rain and a spring, the bamboos walk leisurely on the soft dust. I don’t know that spring is early in the city, and the willows by the lake are already sultry.
Ji Chou
It is ridiculous that there are no poems to record the four sorrows. I will force Huan Bo to relieve my worries. The night is long and the moon is bright, the screens are cold, and half of the autumn is cold.
Regards
The old things will always come to nothing, don’t let the lovesickness happen again in your dreams. Melancholy, there are clouds and rain on the balcony, and the balcony is now separated by thousands of layers.
Send a letter
As time goes by, I laugh at me, and my life is separated by rivers and lakes. I made an appointment with Hengyang Yan at the top of the building and got a line of letters.
Home
Looking at the Western Mountains is in the eye, and the bamboo fence must be widened to pass through. The broken plum blossoms still observe the Qinglian Festival, and I don’t want to marry Dong Jun. Last night was windy.
Jiangtou
On the edge of Yupu Mountain, egrets fly, and the sun sets at Xixing Ferry. After a while, he went up to the next floor and looked up. He was so greedy that Jiang Chao refused to return.
Living as an official
Fortunately, there are not many official matters in the official position, and the court is empty and the officials are scattered. Recently, I have realized that there are few poets and friends, who would be willing to live a high life for me.
The army is asking for spring clothes
Every camp is asking for spring clothes today, and there are piles of them in piles, competing to bring them home. I once read about soldiers falling in the snow, and their iron armor guarding the border guarding the siege.
Kouzhan
The garden is dark green and sparsely red, and the Shu birds are singing, and the mountains are full of bamboo shoots and ferns. It was early in the spring and summer, and Mianyi took off his unlined clothes.
Four days before Laba Festival
The weather is sunny and cloudy again, and it’s hard to avoid feeling cold in old age. I am waiting for my companion to leave traces, and I am particularly moved by the poet to visit Dai Xin.
Buy fish
The reeds and lotus leaves are blooming in late autumn, and the shadows of wild geese are slanting across the distant water. Frequently calling the fish buyer, he secretly rushes into the official boat.
Nanzhi_The Master's Pingjiang
It has been exactly two years since we met in Qingpu, and it is also a good time to meet again tonight. The poem bag and Yue Heng were picked up, and the boat was stabilized in the middle of the night across the maple bridge.
Farming
Dongzuo’s farm family is busy with everything, and gold beads are not just a cure for hunger. Beijing only knows music, music, and music, but not men farming and women mulberry trees.
Pinghu
The scenery of Pinghu is as beautiful as a picture, and the boat is returning after the mist. In the old days, Xuanzhen was nowhere to be found, and egrets were often seen flying in the western mountains.
I am pregnant on the Chinese Valentine's Day
I have a long hairpin in my heart, and I am threading a needle under the moonlight near the building. It is not only the bitter separation of two stars, but also the sadness on earth and in heaven.
Don’t let the festive season go by in vain, and gain a lot of clarity in your life.
Autumn Embrace
It is early autumn when I wake up late and return to the boat, the water is bright and the clouds are shadowed. The west wind does not care about the resentment of the phoenix trees, but brings sorrow to each leaf.
Swing
My temples have become silk now, and I feel sad alone every spring. What I hate most is that I am unable to get on the swing, and I am not as romantic as I was when I was young.
Autumn day
The hibiscus has not yet been removed and the cinnamon fragrance floats, and the west wind flies over the building at sunset. The rain falls late at night, and it is very sad in autumn.
In the mountains
The cut bamboos are connected to the spring in the stream, and the mountain scenery is invited in front of the bottle. On the window of the Mingyue Pavilion, I sleep alone on the rattan bed with a pillow.
The society day
Nowadays the society day is still cold and strong, and the swallows are still looking for the Wuliu family. I'll share the meat without touching it, but I'll drink wine to spend my time.
First summer
The locust trees shade the green leaves, and the lotus leaves and roses fall from the pond. The young purple swallows in the beams are weak, and they come to learn to fly by flying in front of the eaves.
Reporting oneself
After losing fame and having long-lasting stains on the temples, it would be unattractive to visit the capital again. I had known that Cun Lurong would be late, but I regretted that I had entered the mountain in the first place.
Send Spring
The evil feeling is parting, I am too lazy to write a poem to send Spring. Dongjun returned without a trace, just ask Chuiyang to find out.
Send people off to Songjiang
The west wind blows into the boat window, and the wine tank is full of farewell wine. Remember that we were parting ways at this time, with dusk mist and drizzle crossing the Songjiang River.
Moss Money
Hua Jun appears in the square of the courtyard, so there is no need to talk about the god of money. A Du, a poor family, becomes rich and buys out the romantic love of West Lake.
Tigan Fishing Stream
Don’t wade into the stormy waves and keep your mind steady. There is a lonely boat in the willow shade. There are many opportunities to know the world, and the first-line leisure name pays a straight hook.
Cherishing Spring
Spring comes three to two minutes, and you can find red clouds on the peach blossoms. The tourists are saying that spring is coming back, and the orioles are still singing to themselves outside the willows.
Stream
The clouds opened again, and there was a faint sound of thunder. The boy suddenly reported that the stream was swollen, and he knew that it was raining in the previous village.
Arrived at the foot of Songjiang Pagoda one night after Chinese Valentine's Day
When we arrived, we could see the hanging rainbow forcing us to watch the dusk smoke. It was raining in front of the village and we couldn't sail the boat. Fortunately, I became acquainted with the monk and was able to sleep in a guest place all night long.
Few people know about the situation among the guests, and it is the time when the bell is ringing. Sitting there, there was no one to talk to, so I turned on the lamp and read Jutan's poems.
Spring Returns
The green seeds are growing on the plum tips, only then can we see that spring has come and summer has come. Recognize the master's two swallows, and carry the fragrant mud in their mouths to prepare the new nest.
On a sunny day, the beauty is as strong as wine, attracting crazy bees and making them confused. At the gaze point of the independent railing, the florist is painting the west side of the bridge.
Granny
The phoenix curtain rises at dawn, and the hair on the temples becomes loose, and the flesh of the pillow is red with wine. Holding a handful of willow silk in his hand, he silently said to the spring breeze.
Whoever cares about people locks up the Zhulou, only feeling sad when leaning on the railing all day long. Swallows also know that people are unlucky, so they don't fly close to the curtain hook.
Occasionally
The wind blows from Shenzhen to announce the autumn, and the golden wind of jade dew is just in time. Wearing a shawl and field clothes, I read Tang poetry under the scent of osmanthus.
Short hair looks beautiful in autumn, but at home, I feel like I am drifting with age. I haven’t seen the West Lake for two years, and I laugh at my cold alliance like a white gull.
Songjiang
The fragrance floats in the short canopy, and the water color and mountain light are the same. The behavior was unexpected, and there were two rainbows this year.
The lotus leaves are turning in the wind and the heat is light, and the mountain dew is cold and wet. The hanging rainbow is still in the night with three high moons, and only one boat of fish in the fishing stream is illuminated.
Spring is coming
The sun is getting late, and the apricot blossoms are already sparse in the garden. Half sunny and half rainy, spring is uncertain, and the swallows are timid and cold, unable to fly.
Spring has arrived in the Hou family, and the garden is heavy with days. The impatience among the guests is like a silk rain, which makes them homesick every inch.
The spring scenery is full of Wutou, and the clear water and glazed water lap at the shore. Recalling Taoye Ferry last year, the lovesickness makes me sad.
Ji Shi
Dongjun is prosperous everywhere, and everything will be fine when it rains. The plum blossoms are blooming all over the guesthouse mountain, and the flowers on the eaves are blooming from now on.
A thin layer of cold dew and rain, and a slight rustle of early autumn wind. The boat went to Songjiang and occupied the three high places as a fisherman.
The clouds bring rain and the flowers are late, and the plum blossoms have drifted down to the apricot branches. It is good that the pond is a place of clear dreams, and the spring grass is recited into new poems.
He is sweating in the summer, and Qian can wake up all day long. No one is chanting a single sentence, but the only sound is the sound of cicadas calling from the treetops.
It’s spring when the poplar flowers blow down, and the small pond is filled with fresh green and rain adds traces of it. It is still cold during the silkworm breeding season, and the doors of the villagers are half-open.
Cuihonghong
One scene in the Songjiang River is the Hongqiao. I want to invite a scholar to fish for a giant turtle. There are several dreams about Wu and Yue's feudal territory, but today there are only three outstanding characters.
On a snowy day, the smoke is cold and the fishermen are singing with great swordsmanship. Gather tens of thousands of hectares of colored glaze, all to absorb the waves.
The Rhyme of Xueyan in Geng Song Dynasty
Poetry is as clear as plum blossoms, and its name has been well known in the world for a long time. There is no easy way to deal with the dynasty's plan, and the sight of each other is left deep in the curtain.
The spirit of Zhaozuo is clear and jade, and only when you are an official can you crush the golden city. Xing Langkuang was a close friend, and he was impressed by Yingyouzao.
Look at the poem of our ancestor Qingsong Jushi Cangshi
Every time a Confucian scholar laughs at his clumsy ways, why does the laurel and jade remain in the spring? Nanpu is not thinking about the fragrant grass, but West Lake is worried about falling plum blossoms.
The four spirits have gone and now that they are here, all the old people, Xiao Ran, have finished their work. Whoever inherits the mantle of green pine can still search for chickens.
Stalagmite Peak
A different kind of ginseng jade plate Zen stands at the top of the mountain. The clouds at the far tip are strong and the roots are strong. Who doubts the moss is entangled in the rain?
Three lifetimes in the dream passed by in vain, and a thousand acres in the chest were salivating. It is difficult for this dragon to enter Ningseng's genealogy. It was only a few years ago that Moxiao was unearthed.
Farewell to the great ginseng in the rain
Yuan Liweilin looks up deeply, now a rain comforts the people. The king's heart is still there for a long time, and the law of heaven will be prosperous even if he changes his mind.
Be patriotic and considerate of your country, be diligent and broaden your jade belt, and plan the frontiers and foresight to defend the Golden City. It is difficult to imitate the achievements of my father-in-law, but I can see that the royal family celebrates peace.
Autumn Song
The strong west wind makes the leaves fall off their branches, and the cold dew makes the chrysanthemums wrap around the fence. The reed flowers are white and the polygonum is all over the river. The sound of wild geese is urgent and the crickets turn sad.
Le Wu_ is very excited and thinking, but Donghuai River is far away from home. The vitality is solemn and the night is late, and the dusk clouds are dark and the mountains are faded.
They all squinted their eyes and saw the yellow moxa blowing, and they drove through the difficult gates. The poor ape threw himself into the forest and left him alone, and the princes of Gaoliang learned about it.
From now on, I will no longer be bound by a minor official, but I will show off my music, sing poems, drink and have fun. Is there no brother or sister who cares about me? I remember how lonely the traveler is.
Appreciation of "Crossing the Lake"
The boat moves to the other shore, the water patterns are blooming, the sun is warm, the wind is fragrant, and the plum blossoms are falling.
The mountains are misty and horizontal, and white gulls fly everywhere, bringing poems.
Appreciation: This is a landscape poem, describing the beautiful scenery seen when boating on the lake. Taking a boat from one side of the lake to the other, the boat makes gentle water ripples on the lake. This is What a beautiful day, the sun is warm, the wind carries the fragrance of plum blossoms, the mountains in the distance are misty and misty, like the tones in ink paintings, and white gulls fly in the sky from time to time, which evokes my infinite poetry.