A 42-word ancient poem

Xin Qing shan yue

Gao Song missed the moon and fell down like a painting.

Wandering and loving it, I can't sleep for a long time.

If you are afraid of the wind pool, you will fall into the rain.

Who is accompanied by bitter songs, full of forests.

Looking at the lake pavilion water?

Tang Bai Juyi?

After a long rain, the south lake rose and the new sunny north passed. ?

The sun is dark red, and the wind is green without waves. ?

There are not many boats and boats on the beach. ?

Poor heart, what can I do alone?

Clear water like a mirror?

Don Cui Hao?

Sages will compare, be kind and have deep feelings. ?

Whiteness depends on virtue, and clarification is intentional. ?

Upside down without scratching, upside down without scratching, difficult to invade. ?

You have a high opinion, and your career has been entrusted to Lu Chen. ?

Self-discipline is like a mirror to spring. ?

Honest and prudent in running a family, fragrant in ancient and modern times.

Spring water?

Tang Dufu?

Peach blossom waves in March, the river flows back to the old marks. There is no sand tail in the morning, and the blue color moves Chai Men. ?

Pick up the delicious bait and pour it into the small garden with a pipe. With countless birds, it's noisy to take a shower.

Water diversion?

Tang Dufu?

Yuexia is shrouded in mist on the top of Qutang, and there is no well in the rock. ?

Yunan slave was sad, and the fish moved again. ?

The west of Baidicheng is full of bamboo, but there is no water diversion pipe. ?

It is difficult for the body to stay in life, so it is difficult to compete for water.

Go upstairs to see the water?

Tang Gukuang?

Birds and flowers, willow smoke, but forget the scenery. ?

Looking at the river from a higher building, where will my hometown return to the boat?

Water?

Irrigation in Tang Han?

Fiona Fang is impermanent and empty, while the East is pale and bright. ?

Gaoqie Bitang is long and bitter, and flying far is more leisurely. ?

Xiaoxiang moon is immersed in a thousand years of color, and dream smoke contains eternal sorrow. ?

There is no place for Lingtou to sob, and I will break the bowel flow for you.