Tang Bohu's
Peach blossom poem
Taohuawu Taohuaan,
The peach fairy under the peach blossom temple,
Peach fairies compete for peach trees,
Picking peaches to drink again!
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers.
Drunk and still sleeping,
Half awake and half drunk, day after day,
Flowers bloom and fall year after year,
I hope the old dead flower wine room,
Unwilling to bow in front of the horse,
If you have money, you will be interested.
Wine and flowers are poor,
People laugh at me for being crazy,
I laugh at people who can't see through,
I didn't see one of the five graves,
No flowers, no wine, no hoe.
Hua Zhu Xia JIU ge
Throw a shuttle in the spring of 1990. Sing high songs before flowers and after drinking. Flowers can bloom on branches for days. Life in the world can be geometric.
Good flowers are hard to plant and never grow. Teenagers can easily pass by and never come back. Spend before you get drunk. When you laugh, life is boring.
Yanhuai
Fifty years of laughter, dancing and singing. There is joy in flowers and sleep in the moon. Passing names in the sea. Who said there was no money to buy drinks?
Poetry and Fu are ashamed to call themselves authors. Many people say I am a fairy. Some things need to be done. Don't lose an inch of your heart.
Dying poem
It's okay to live in death and die in hell. Dead people are almost the same as dead people, so you should only wander in a foreign land.
Shu Qi's Resentment Embroidered Bed
It is painful to wither flowers in the middle of the month, and the dream of beauty in Haruki is short and long; Only the needle and thread of the embroidery bed are still there, and the residual hair is delicious.
Falling flower poem
Peach blossoms are empty and open and close almost every year; Since March is coming, why should people hate even winds?
On the eaves, the curtains are broken and the building is like a bully; Pick it up and take it to Baluofangpari, with a pair of mandarin ducks in the middle.
Zuishi
Under the peach tree, the waves are full, and the reed mat bed is laid first, not to mention copper coins.
Three glasses of turbid white wine, a few words. When you go home, smile with her.
Zhu Zhishan
Poetry (Zhu Zhishan)
I was pregnant with the world when I was young, and I was born in middle age.
Zhu Sizhu is beautiful, and jade branches bury loess.
I am still sick, and I want to come to this prophet;
At that time, I wanted to print out the hammer machine, which could solve my dream at night.
Wen Zhiming
[Nian Nujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival, osmanthus floating on the moon. In the first month, the streets are full of people, and the night is as cold as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is dying, the view is awkward, and the song is boiling. First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds. I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went. Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy. Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.
Qingyu case
Pomegranate flowers spit in the court, and the ground is shaded. Sleeping at noon, talking to myself, dreaming, feeling gloomy, butterflies climbing over the wall. Qing Jiao's eyes were still open, but he stood still when no one came. The round fan is bootstrapped without shaking the wind. It is Ying Ying green bamboo and slender white bamboo. Stay away from the heat of summer.
Shihu
Stone lake is full of smoke and water, and the flowers on the lake are deep with birds singing. Cao Fang planted his own tea mill ridge, painted the bridge eastward and poured it into the stream. At the end of the breeze, the owl is green and the apple is green. The past is long and the sun is setting. Still falling in the autumn moon, don't sing at night when you are sad.
With emotional memories
Huaiziwei
Wake up at night after the wind in the winding column, and the colorful moon flows west.
People began to whisper, where did Yu Lang keep ChanJuan?
Xu Zhenqing's
Ji Xu's poems
Sing that poplar flower around the corridor, the tree that wants to find poplar flower is empty. Chun Xue is scattered in the dusk street, and the cuckoo can't stop crying the east wind.
once in a while
Seeing peach blossoms on the winding mountain road in the deep mountains, I immediately rushed to bask in the sun. But I can't keep the jade whip. I hate the ends of the earth.
Two quatrains in early spring
Birds are flying and there is fresh fog in the palace.
Jin Dian Kokura, spring is the first tree in ten thousand years.
On the overpass, the sunset is absolutely beautiful.
In Duan Lin, birds return at dusk, and the noise is suffocating.
Candice Zhao
The morning light destroyed the flat land, and the sunset glow made fresh waves.
Spread your legs and sing a little woodcutter's song
Chunsi
Chunjiang is empty,
Pedestrians care for each other and want clothes.
Thousands of willows outside the Chu Palace,
Don't send flying flowers to send guests home.
Song gave it to my wife on behalf of Yang-ti.
A foot of lotus root silk speaks for itself, and the feelings of lovers can be measured.
I hope to cross the Huaihe River with my heart, and don't be afraid of minor injuries caused by the storm.
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