Collection of Lu You's Ci
Suanzi. Ode to Plum Blossoms
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Telling one’s heartfelt feelings
Back then, I traveled thousands of miles to look for a candidate, and I used my horse to garrison Liangzhou. Where does the dream of Guanhe end? The old mink fur is dark in dust.
Hu is still alive, his temples are beginning to fall, and his tears are empty. Who would have expected that in this life, my heart would be in Tianshan and my body would be in Cangzhou!
Partridge Sky
I live among the mist and the falling light, and nothing in the world matters. Pour out the remaining jade and walk through the bamboo, roll it up and lie down in the yellow pavilion to look at the mountain.
If you are greedy and arrogant, you may as well show off your appearance wherever you go. Yuan Zhi's creation has a different heart, but he is old and heroic!
Yu Jia Ao
Looking eastward, where is Shanyin? Thirteen thousand miles back and forth. The letters written home are full of paper! Shedding tears, the book will be returned next year.
Message to the Red Bridge under the water, when will the boat find its brothers? It’s so old to travel all over the world! Worried and sleepless, there are a few wisps of tea smoke on the temples.
Chaozhongcuo.Mei
You are not in a youthful place, but you are speechless and desolate. A wandering life experience, very cold-hearted.
At the end of the month in Jiangtou, there are new poems and old dreams, and the fragrance of loneliness and hatred. Regardless of the spring breeze, I had known Donghuang first.
Langtaosha. Worked on the mat of the floating jade pavilion in Danyang
The long pavilion is darkened by green trees, and a few of them are separated from the statue. lt; Yangguan gt; I often hate hearing about it, not to mention that I am a pedestrian in the autumn scenery.
Clear tears flow into the towel, and each of them disappears. Yijiang Lihan is equally divided. And how can Qianxun cross the iron lock and cut off Yanjin?
Xie Chichun
He joined the army in his prime, and he once swallowed the remaining prisoners in anger. The clouds are high and the smoke is rising at night. With a red face and green temples, he supports the carvings and garrison in the west. Laughing at Confucianism
Multiple mistakes.
The dream of fame and fame is over, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu. A sad song and a sad tribute to the past. The mist is endless, where can I see the Qin Pass? Sighing about the passing years has turned into wasted jealousy again!
Night Tour in the Palace
The snow is rising in the morning, sleepwalking somewhere, I don’t know where? The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleeping in the cold light, the sound leaks out and the moon tilts against the window paper. Since Xu Fenghou has been in Wanli. Does anyone know? Although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
A pole with wind and moon, a raincoat with mist, and his family lives in the west of Diaotai. The fish seller is afraid of getting close to the city gate, but why is he willing to go to the depths of the mortal world?
The tide is flowing, the tide is flat and the cable is tied, and the tide is falling and the song is returning. At that time, people mistakenly compared Yan Guang to Yan Guang, so I was the unknown fisherman.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
The people on the eaves are quiet, the lights on the tent windows are dark, and the Spring Festival Gala is windy and rainy. The warblers and swallows in the nest are always silent, but they often sing Du Yu on moonlit nights.
It made me cry, and I was so frightened that I could only dream of being alone, and then I picked up a deep branch and flew away. Therefore, it is unbearable to listen to the mountains alone, and I have been wandering around for half my life.
The Fisherman read Xuan Zhenzi's fishing song under the lamp, and he hid in the mountains because of the shadow of the mountains.
Shifan Mountain is rainy and empty, and there are three fragrant green bamboo canopies. The apple leaves are green and the polygonum flowers are red. Looking back on fame is like a dream.
Huanxi Sha. He Wujiuyun
I lazily drink two bottles of wine on the sand head and call you to enjoy the light from the small window. Blowing the trumpet at sunset is the most emotional thing.
In busy days, there are many hardships and in leisure days, new sorrows often persist and old sorrows arise. If you are a guest without a companion, you will be afraid of traveling in a group.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
A pole with wind and moon, a raincoat with mist, and his family lives in the west of Diaotai. The fish seller is afraid of getting close to the city gate, but if he is willing to go there, deep in the world of mortals?
The tide is flowing, the tide is flat, the cable is tied, and the tide falls and the song returns. At that time, people mistakenly compared Yan Guang to Yan Guang, but I am the nameless fisherman.
Good things are coming soon. Climb to the top of Meixian Mountain and look at the sea.
Waving your sleeves and climbing to the west peak, you will be so lonely that there is no ruler in the sky. Leaning on a stick, facing the whale sea, I can count the smoke and sails.
Looking at the dancing clouds and blue luan, the return journey is almost over. Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentive hospitality.
Hairhead Phoenix
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away for a few years.
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Wrong! wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall. Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo!
Mo! Mo!
Autumn waves are beautiful. On the evening of July 16, I climbed up to the Happy Pavilion to look at Nanshan Mountain in Chang'an.
In autumn, mourning is heard at the corner of the border town, and the beacon light shines on the high platform. The sad song strikes the building, relying on the high wine, this is a leisurely way.
A passionate person is like the moon in the southern mountains, especially when the clouds open at dusk. The smokey willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.
Yellow bean leaves
Spring is often full of rain and wind, but when the wind and rain clear up, the spring is gone. Who regrets that the mud and sand are all red? Hating poverty is like being in decline.
Fisherman
The misty rain in Xiang Lake grows green silk, and the new wild rice is cooked on the spoon. After the clouds dispersed and the moon slanted, the tide ebbed and the boat was so drunk that I didn't know it.
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Lu You (1125-1210), Zi Wu Guan, also known as Fang Weng was from Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). A famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He is good at calligraphy. Cursive script is from Zhang Xu and running script is from Yang Ningshi. Zhu Xi praised his writings for their exquisiteness, strictness and elegance, and lofty meaning. There are not many books left. "Self-written Poems" was written by Lu You when he retired and returned home, and it has a majestic potential.
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3 Lu You's poems
Lu You (1125--1210), zi Wu Guan, also known as Fang Weng, has more than 9,300 existing poems, covering all aspects of social life in the early Southern Song Dynasty. One of the characteristics of Lu You's poems is the heroic spirit of swallowing up mountains and rivers and the spirit of sacrifice even to the death. This is fully reflected in his poems throughout his life. Until the age of 82, he still sang the poem "When I hear the war drums, I am full of energy, and I can still help the country to pacify Yan and Zhao." The second characteristic of Lu's poetry is his sharp satire and resolute struggle against the capitulationists. In addition, he also has laments about unrealized ambitions and sustenance for the ideal state, such as "Book of Anger", "Autumn Thoughts", "Occasionally Made on the Pillow", "Wind and Rain on November 4th", etc. In addition, he also has many poems like "The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village" ("Visit to Shanxi Village") and "Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot blossoms in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty" ("The Spring Rain in Lin'an") ") and other poems that sing about a better life. The basic characteristic of Lu's poetry is realism. In terms of expression techniques, he generally does not directly describe objective things in detail, but expresses his personal subjective feelings. Therefore, his poems are general and lyrical. Lu's poetry is based on realism and is also full of romantic sentiment. This is mainly reflected in the poet's magnificent imagination when pursuing the ideal of restoring the country. His imagination was mainly about the war against Jin, including the battle formations, the defeat of the enemy army and the revival of the imperial court. Exaggeration is also a factor that constitutes the romantic characteristics of Lu poetry. For example, "The enemy has not been extinguished and the heart has not calmed down, and the solitary sword on the bedside has a clanging sound" ("Drunk on the Night of March 17"), "He rises to fight with wine and sing songs to go out of the fortress, suppressing a hundred thousand soldiers in his chest" ("Heavy Snow on Yiyang Road") 》) and other poems are closely related to the tragic and unrestrained style characteristics of Lu Shi.
The language of Lu's poems is not whitewashed or dangerous, but pursues clarity, naturalness and refinement.
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Collection of Lu You's Poems
Lu You, typographer Guan, who called himself Fang Weng, was from Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). His father, Lu Zai, was an official and scholar with great national integrity. After the imperial court moved south, he returned to his hometown to write books. Lu You received a patriotic family education since he was a child, and he set his ambition to fight against the Japanese and take revenge. At the age of 29, he took the Jinshi examination and ranked among the top. He was expelled because he offended the emperor Qin Hui. During the reign of Emperor Xiaozong, he was granted the title of Jinshi. He served successively as general magistrate of Kuizhou, promoted tea and salt affairs in Changping, Jiangnan West Road, had the power to know Yanzhou and other local officials, and also served as military counselor to Wang Yan and Fan Cheng, and later served as a court councilor. Doctor, doctor of the Ministry of Rites. He resigned from office at the age of 65 and returned to his hometown of Shanyin to live leisurely. He died at the age of eighty-six. Lu You insisted on resisting the Jin Dynasty throughout his life. Although he was attacked by capitulationists many times, his patriotism remained unswerving. He never forgot the unity of the country when he died. He was a great patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He was diligent in creation and wrote poems for 60 years in his life, with more than 9,300 poems preserved. The subject matter of the poems is extremely wide and the content is rich. Among them, the works about resisting the Jin Dynasty and serving the country best reflect the spirit of that era. The style of the poem is bold and powerful, similar to that of Li Bai, so it is called "Little Taibai".
As soon as the rope is dropped
The road is full of spinning silk and flying catkins, and the time is approaching. Who can talk about new sorrows at this time? There are hundreds of warbles and flowing orioles.
Looking down at the present and ancient world, where are the gods? Before the flowering, you must be judged drunk and helped back home. If the wine is not available, Liu Ling's tomb will be visited.
One drop of the rope
See through the falsehood of life and follow the ridicule of others. This body is like a person who rides the tide, having passed through thousands of waves.
I’m glad to be back safe and sound, with a pot of spring brew. The raindrops and smoke hats are next to Yuji. It should not be the title of a marquis.
A bunch of flowers
Standing in front of me, my soul is lost, and I still hate to be in the dark period. I have never been used to shedding tears in spring, and my clothes were filled with tears for my queen. That's even more so, when the flute is played in the pool hall, the green son is green and the shade is green.
The shadows on the cloister curtains vary from day to day, making it suitable for sleeping. Chaoyun Mengjuan knows where it is, Qian Shuangyan, talking about and lovesickness. I have been sentenced from now on, and I am very haggard. I want to know this personally.
A cluster of flowers
The fairy Shu is unique in the sky, with jade-faced green moths. After reading in Huang Ting, my heart is like water. I close the red door and feel sad near the silk spring.
There is no medicine in the world to keep the light flowing, and the wind and rain make it cool. When we meet, we talk about the old capital, sighing about the tribulation of dust and the vastness of life and death. How about accompanying me, green coops and green bamboo, fishing for Xiaoxiang in the evening of autumn.
Bu Suanzi
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Going up to the west building (a happy meeting)
The green at the head of the river is dark and red, and the swallows are flying. Suddenly, I went to the place I was traveling and hated Yiyi.
Shedding tears and sighing about human affairs is contrary to her heart. Fill the jade pot with flower dew to send you back in spring.
Great Holy Music
Forty-two years have passed since lightning turned thunderous, and I sighed for my life. Try to think about the past, nothingness is like a dream, full of joys and sorrows, together and dispersed like smoke. The sea of ??suffering is boundless, the river of love is bottomless, and wandering is like a leaky boat. Who can understand it? In the fire of impermanence, the body is strong with iron.
It will be Hua Dian in a moment. It is easy to tidy up the body and return to nature. Why should we pay attention to asking for land and houses? In life, we need officials, and in death, we need fame. Longevity and poverty alleviation, whether right or wrong, is an honor or a disgrace. The origin of this matter lies in heaven. From now on, let me go east, west, north, south, and become a flying fairy.
Peaceful times
The bamboo room is one foot deep and quiet. The chaotic red flies away and the green becomes overcast, and there are songbirds.
When I was about to leave Lanting, I had nothing to do and started practicing piano by myself. The copper stove curls into the sea and sinks, washing away the dust.
Yuehaitang
The red gate of the abandoned garden is closed in the setting sun. Hanging on the rise and fall, in the tears of regret.
A touch of palace plum blossoms, still, a little crispy and cut with water. In the place of sadness, I seem to recall the old events of Xuanhua.
There is a sense of desolation for pedestrians. Who can send the fragrance thousands of miles away? Standing in Jianggao, it is rare to see Yao and return to Longtou. The sound and dust are far away, and the dangerous building in Chutian leans alone.
Yuehaitang
The embroidery household in Lanfang is tired of getting sick. Sighing in spring, I woke up when I was bored. The swallow returned empty-handed, and there were several messages sent to the borders of Yuguan. In the sad place, the group nest is displayed alone.
The smoke in the smoke cage fades away and the smoke becomes cold. The tears are deep and I look at the shadows of flowers. How can he be restrained by the lingering fragrance? He is alone in the cold pillow. At dawn at the west window, there are a few sounds of silver bottles and jade wells.
The moon shines on the pear blossoms
The Jijing scenery is soft and the misty river is rising in spring. There is no one in Xiaohe, and the embroidered curtain is half up. The sisters outside the flower called each other and made an appointment with Ai Pu.
Xiu Mo forgot the pattern of Zhang Tai, and thought about it carefully, which made him feel sad. The jade on the chest and arms is reduced, and I want to find Pisces, and write a letter.
The moon shines on the pear blossoms
The boredom has been ruined, and there are many diseases. Several curves screen the mountain, accompanying people to the tranquility of the day. Liang Yan urged her to get up and change the fumigation cage.
When will the new sorrows and old hatreds be gone? The green temples will gradually wither, and the light rain will tell the flowers. Where to send the fragrant note? The embroidered pavilion is in the shade of the willow.
Magnolia
I have been living on the Bashan Road for three years, and my green clothes are all worn out and my hat is covered with dust. The body is like a cloud crossing the west coast, and the sorrow reaches the grass in Qutang Pass.
Spring plate and spring wine are good every year, but trying to wear silver flags will make you drunk. Nowadays, everyone is one year old. I am not the oldest person in the world.
Magnolia Flower Slowly
Reading the dreamland of Handan, sighing at the green temples and early frost. Burning elixirs in Naihua Mountain and watching cranes in Qingxi, I still lose my original intention. Over the years, in the troubled times, I have learned the secret of truth and interpretation, which is extremely profound. Raise nine buns of golden twigs and plant them into thousands of groves of wonderful trees.
The star altar is learning to walk at night and chanting in vain. The cold dew penetrates the Yao hairpin. The green phoenix is ??draped in the clouds, the blue luan traces the moon, and the palace is deserted. After reading Langhan's letter, I became a close friend of Emperor Juntian. But the passing pot is roaring proudly, and the years in the world are passing by.
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Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Jiang Zuozhan The most beautiful shape is ancient Xuzhou. The mountains are picturesque, and the beautiful places are dimly covered with dangerous buildings. The drums and horns are solemn and majestic in the wind, the beacon fire is extinguished in the sky, and the past is remembered by Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, the sun is shining brightly, and thousands of stoves are home.
The dew touches the grass, the wind falls on the trees, and autumn comes with age. Let the king be free, talk and laugh, and wash away the sorrows of the past and present. Not being able to visit Xiangyang has wiped out countless tourists, and it is hard to let go of the regret. The uncle has been alone for a thousand years, and his name is as famous as the Han River.
Water Dragon Sings
Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, I can sigh and feel completely relieved. Dressed in clothes, the drunkards are scattered, and the beauty is far away. This year, there is miasma and heavy rain, by the Yelang River. I was leaning against the building, playing the flute, looking in the mirror by the window, crying and being frightened every now and then.
The flowers fall and the moon shines in the courtyard. Silent and heartbroken. Holding hands and holding hands, Zeng Xue painted Liang Qiyan at that time. Seeing and talking about the new arrival, the net is lingering in the dark dust, dancing clothes and singing fans. The material is also shy and haggard, walking carelessly along the fragrant paths, afraid of seeing the singing oriole.
Water Dragon's Song
Chasing the road on the Maha Pond, the red and green colors are mixed during the Spring Festival Gala. The time is beautiful, the begonias are drunk, and the peach blossoms are warm. It’s time to pick vegetables for the first time, the smoking ban is approaching, and there is a silk pipe in the city. See the golden saddles fighting for the road, the fragrant chariots flying over the covers, and the rush to occupy the new pavilions and pavilions first.
The melancholy years change secretly. Dark ecstasy, rain collects and clouds disperse. The mirror covers the moon, the hairpin beam dismantles the phoenix, and the Qinzheng slants the wild goose. At the end of the world, there are lonely mountains and fortresses, dangerous buildings flying around. There are only sighs of spring, poplar flowers and hatred, and the east wind is full.
Jade Butterfly
Wherever the tired guest travels in his life, he falls into Beijing and Luo and finds his way to Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang. The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side. Swallows are shy and orioles are jealous, butterflies are buzzing around and bees are busy.
Unforgettable. Fangzun frequently persuades, the steep cold has retreated, and the jade leakage is still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing. When he was about to return, Sikong asked with a smile. When he got closer, the prime minister was furious. Heartbroken. If you give me a favor as a gift, why not mount your horse?
Sheng Chazi
Repay the kindness of the mountain lotus master, let’s talk about helping the plow hand. The newly formed Xiao Mao Ci just occupies the mouth of Qingjiang River.
The wind and dust do not change clothes, but the neighbors often hold wine. It's like when an official travels, all the willows in the pavilion will be broken.
Birth of Chazi
The swallows nest in the sky, and the courtyard is quiet and the doves encourage the rain. The fragrant fragrance moistens the court clothes, and the guests chat about the dust.
The thousand strands of silk on the temples are not spun by Wu silkworms. The lonely dream spreads across Xiaoxiang, and the moon falls and I hear the soft oars.
Good things come soon.
He lives in the world and paints silver candles on buildings every night. Who sees Wuyun Danzao, raising yellow buds and first ripening?
The spring breeze returns to the Purple Emperor, and the East China Sea feasts on Yang Valley. Come in and give me the gift of green peach blossoms and a thousand dendrobiums of jade dust.
Good things are coming soon
The wild goose has not yet returned home, and the treasure zither is scattered with broken hearts. It's even more cold and weak, like an old friend's unkindness.
The miasma clouds and wild rain darken the lonely city, at the corner of Chushan Mountain. If I bother to ask about Jiannan's news, I'm afraid it will be like a sparse question.
Good things are coming soon
The boat is returning from Fenkou, and flowers are scattered on the island at dusk. The white apples and red polygons on both sides of the strait reflect the fresh green.
Wherever there is Gushi, it is home, and water chestnuts and glutinous rice are enough at all times. Tomorrow I will ride the wind again and travel south and north of the Yangtze River.
Good things are coming soon.
Small tiredness brings me a lot of sleep. To drive away a hundred thousand Sand Demons, there are two dragons and Cang Bi.
Young people should not laugh at the aging of old people, but the flavor remains the same as before. Standing in the depths of the frozen clouds, I explore the news of Ximei.
Good things are coming soon
The wind is dew and the sky is cold, and we are serving a banquet in Yuhua Palace. I went to the Purple Emperor Incense Case in person and saw Jin Zhi Qianye.
The fairy dew in the green pot has just begun to brew, and its fragrance is unique. After being drunk, I rode a red phoenix to watch the spring scenery of Penglai.
Good things are coming soon
Waving your sleeves and going up to the west peak, you will be lonely and lonely. Leaning on a stick, facing the whale sea, I can count the smoke and sails.
Looking at the dancing clouds and blue luan, the return journey is almost over. Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentiveness and hospitality.
Good things come soon.
Find a destined person and share the elixir from the jade pot. Who looks deep into the dust of the city and recognizes the lonely crane in the distant sky.
In the middle of the month, Ba Ling plays the flute and Tiao Hua goes to the appointment. There is no limit to the ruin and prosperity of the past and present. I sigh that the mountains and rivers are like yesterday.
Good things are coming soon
Leaving Qinguan on Pingdan, driving with two deer in the snow. I would like to ask you how you are going on this trip, and enjoy the beautiful Yi Xiuzhu.
Amidst the ashes of the Han palace, the spring grass turns green several times. You see how things have changed, with honor and disgrace one after another.
Good things come soon.
Go up to Lotus Peak at dawn in autumn, creeping high against the blue wall of the sky. Whoever keeps company with Fang Weng will have a light policy in the Temple of Heaven.
The red dragon flew suddenly, and the mountains were black during the thunderstorm. Talking and laughing make for a prosperous life, and laughter and meditation bring happiness to the people.
Good things are coming soon
I am thinking hard about returning home after traveling, and my worries are like thousands of threads in a cocoon. In the dream, the mirror lake is misty and rainy, and the mountains are countless.
The youthful madness in front of you is gone, and you are sending love words carelessly. Flowers fall and swallows fly in the courtyard, sighing that time is like this.
Good things come soon
The beautiful appearance lasts for thousands of years, but who will remember the lonely crane riding the clouds. Looking back at the places I once visited, there are mountains, rivers and cities.
The world is full of cars and horses, and the dust is dirty. Let’s visit Gexian Danjing and watch the rock flowers bloom and fall.
Good things are coming soon
Waving your sleeves to others, flying over the cliffs. When I found the ancient elixir stove, there were accumulations of white clouds.
The heart is like a pond of water, calm and windless, and it can take thousands of breaths in one sitting. Suddenly something unexpected happened in the middle of the night, watching the whales ripple in the sun.
Good things are coming soon
I am happy to return east at the end of the year, sweeping away all traces of the city and dynasty. I found a place surrounded by chaotic mountains and fished into a clear pool.
The fish seller is still drunk and awake, and his thoughts are on the flute. My home is far away from the clouds, and I know the sand gulls.
Ru Meng Ling
I lean on the small mountain peak alone, with green mist flying around me. I'm just afraid to learn to practice clouds and create a spring dawn on the balcony. Spring dawn, spring dawn, the courtyard is full of green poplars and fragrant grass.
Mr. An
The society is at the beginning of the storm. There is a hint of spring in Zigui's voice. The most ruthless thing is that everything is scattered and there is only one rose. What's more, I am haggard and haggard under the quiet window this year. People are all strange, poetry and wine are worthless. Read the scriptures toward the medicine stove and forget about the orioles, windows and willows.
Everything is settled. The traces of powder are still on Xiang Luopa. Hating the moon and worrying about the flowers, struggling to believe in the Tao, that’s all for now. Recalling his previous life, he met Zhang Taima. Because it comes by itself, it is forbidden to be afraid of the heart.
Even if we sing and drink together, we still talk about the old Kyoto dialect.
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Xinghuatian
Lao Lai Jia Zai Jujuodu. They were dancing and singing wildly. Once you get the gold cup, you will stop complaining. Watching spring and dusk.
Who is Qian and tied with wicker. Don't leave or urge me to go away. Can Hong was nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye. All belong to the hive swallow households.
Qinyuan Spring
The pink plum blossoms are broken, the green flowers are blooming, and the feeling of spring is deep. Gradually the bead curtain is rolled down, the branches are slightly stepped, the ice is open and the carps are leaping, and the forest is warm and the songbirds are singing. The lychees are scattered, the bamboo branches are sad, and the turbid wine is poured out with tears. I have been leaning on the railing for a long time, sighing at the slowness of the mountains and rivers and the passing of time.
Unexpectedly now. Nothing can be accomplished and the frost invades the temples. Look at the old friend, the sand bank is yellow, the fish is hanging with jade, and the mink reflects the golden color of the cicada. Although Xu's country is strong, it has no road to the sky and is desolate for thousands of miles. Who can send a message? In the east wind, there are smoke and willows from Baqiao, which tell me where I want to go.
Qinyuanchun
Farewell to the Qin Tower, and in the blink of an eye, the New Year is coming, and the lanterns are coming again. I recall the graceful smile, the slender and gentle grip, the fragrance of jade and the language of flowers, and the warmth and crispness of the snow. I feel sad when I think about it far away, and I miss spring sickness, and I blame myself for never doing so in my life. Do you know that the fragrance gradually disappears from the Shu brocade, and the tears stain Wu Ling?
It is difficult to find a long rope that ties the sun. The tired guest has lost his old friends. But wild geese are rising on the outskirts of the river, the fishing village is complaining about the flute, the cold fire is burning, and the solitary inkstone is producing ice. The water surrounds the mountain, the smoke is dim, and the clouds are miserable. Even if there is a high platform, it is often timid to climb it. In the place where the soul disappears, there is no fish paper and no blue dream.
Qinyuanchun
The lonely crane returns and flies to the distant sky, replacing all its old ones. The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. I drank in the garden and looked for flowers in the alleys. I never neglected the spring that day. As time goes by, the waistband and belt are left, and the hair on the temples is refreshed.
Make love. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health. I have good tea and delicious food. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding all dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor?
The bean leaves are yellow
The waist of the willows upstairs in the spring breeze, the first try on the gold-threaded clothes in front of the flowers. Niao Niao Ping Ping is not self-sufficient. It's too late to put on makeup in the morning, and my eyebrows are painted better than in the old days.
Yellow bean leaves
Spring is often full of rain and wind, but when the wind and rain clear up, the spring is gone. Who cares about the thousands of grains of mud and sand? Hating poverty is like being in decline.
Red Cliff Ci
The clock dawns at the forbidden gate, recalling the king’s journey to court, the first flight of the luan swan. In the middle of the West Palace, there is a single step, facing the Golden Lotus Palace. The crouching embroidered chin, the fairy flower belt, makes you soar quickly. Life is unpredictable, one person belongs to the other.
Looking back at the green gate of the purple road, the leisure courtyard of the West Lake, thousands of bamboo shoots are sold. The crow roosting on the plain wall should be fine, but the residual dream cannot be repeated. The years are frightening. I look at my fame in the mirror. There is not much green on my short temples. After a happy break, I will be drunk with you.
Night Tour in the Palace
After the banquet, the bead curtain was half rolled up. Outside the painted eaves, the scent of wax spreads. The sound of green mist is falling. Leaning on the incense shoulder, looking at the atrium, the shadows of flowers are chaotic.
Wan is the Gaotang Pavilion. The bamboo sticks and musk smoke are warm at first. Why is the bright moon full every night? Support Fangrou, hate this year, the cold is still shallow.
Night Tour in the Palace
The snow is dawning and the Qingjia is in chaos. Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown. The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleep in the cold light. The sound leakage is cut off and the window paper is tilted. Since then, he has been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
Night Tour in the Palace
The coldness invades the green quilt alone at night. Naiyoumeng, no return. I want to write new sorrows and tears splash on the paper. Recalling Cheng En, sighing for the rest of my life, so far.
Su Su lantern flower pendant. I asked him what he wanted to report to me at this time. The door is thousands of miles away. The heart that hates the king is like a dangerous fence, and it is difficult to lean on it for a long time.
Define the situation
The hats are lowered and the whips are lowered to see the guests back, and the small bridge is flowing with a branch of plum. I don't even remember my illness when it comes to spring. Who knows, but the fragrance drives people away.
I have a good time, drink wine, hold hands, and look very happy with you.
The young and strong-looking man has snow on his temples from now on. Because of this, the fleeting years are full of anger and hatred.
Picking mulberry seeds
Baochai spent the night upstairs putting on makeup and combing, and was too lazy to get on the swing. I am poking around the heavy smoke, my golden robe is wide and my bun is partial to the side.
Linhong did not send letters from Liaodong for another year. Before playing the tears, I feel sorrow in the spring breeze.
Picking mulberry seeds
At the foot of Sanshan Mountain, laymen were idle, their clothes and shoes were in desolation. I was drunk and sleeping, and the wind caused the flowers to fly and fall on the fishing boat.
Sauvignon Blanc
There are thousands of clouds and thousands of waters, and I am in the midst of thousands of clouds and water. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.
My head is still young, my ears are not deaf, but I can still blush when I drink. Who is the same as one?
Sauvignon Blanc
The bridge is like a rainbow, the water is like empty space, and a leaf is floating in the mist. Tianjiao calls him Fang Weng.
The side boat canopy makes the river breeze, and the crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market. It's time to hear the twilight bell.
Sauvignon Blanc
She has a pale face and bright temples, and is full of poems and books. Officials often sleep during the day when they are free.
Painting Lingyan and going to Ganquan. Since ancient times, fame has belonged to young people. The best friend is the cuckoo.
Sauvignon Blanc
Understand the floating life, hate the fame, look back a thousand minutes and feel light. Peace of mind from now on.
I love the sound of pine trees and the sound of springs. I write to Gutong, who can interpret it. The autumn moon is bright on the empty river.
Sauvignon Blanc
The mountains are green at dusk, the rosy clouds are bright at dusk, and boats are crossing the Mengbi Bridge. The wind blows and wakes me up.
Look at the rising tide and the flat tide. Don’t stay in Xiling for a while. The silkworms can be cooked at the beginning.
The Sapphire Case
The west wind carries the sound of rain and stirs the waves, just washing away the miasma of yellow grass. The old people are all mourning. Thousands of rocks lie high, and the five lakes return to the lake, replacing the Lingyan statue.
My old friend is stationed in Pingrong tent. How strong is Bai Yu’s waist? I, the old fisherman and woodcutter, will be the prime minister. Xiaotao red wine, late-fragrant Danli, remember the Manjiang River.
Nanxiangzi
When I return to my dream, I send it to Wu Qiang, and the journey to the river is long. I want to see the cables being tied up in Fangzhou at the beginning, the setting sun, and the scattered smoke and trees recognizing Wuchang.
The new frost on the temples was once the imperial clothes dyed with royal fragrance. It's desolate to have friends with old and young people in my hometown, but I'm afraid that other places are better than my hometown.
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Nan Xiangzi
Entered Huangzhou at an early age , meet each other with wine and win. It has been a dream for thirty years, but it is sad, and my hair is rustling due to the travelers.
I am visiting Pengqiao again. I don’t want others to laugh at me and I am ashamed of myself. It's enough to look in the mirror and lean on the building. There's nothing left to do with the boat, the moon, the flute, and the smoke.
Nan Gezi
It is too late to meet in different counties, and it is difficult to say goodbye in middle age. In the late autumn wind and rain, the guests' clothes were cold, and they looked outside the Chaotian Gate and talked about joy and sorrow.
The thin horse walks on the frost stack, and the light boat goes down the snow beach. Lin Dan, who lives under Wu Nu Mountain, is said to have been sent to me in my dreams for three years.
Zhaojun's Resentment
Cicadas sound in the courtyard throughout the day, and people are too lazy to shake their fans. Xiaojing writes about Xiaoxiang, which is cool by itself.
There are flowers and swallows outside the curtain, and there are people watching under the curtain. The treasure seal script dismantles the palace yellow, and the stick incense is used.
The willow shoots are green
The Jinli is prosperous, surrounded by the palace and the former residence, and there are strange flowers with stacked calyxes. Junke and enchantress compete with each other to fly to Jinle, and they all stand in the fragrant car.
No need for curtains. Bao cup dip, red clouds and auspicious clouds. In the light of silver candles and the sound of clear singing, don’t regret the end of the world.
Willow Shaoqing
I have been in the world for ten years, singing and selling wine, but I have not been able to reach Beijing. The bottom of things is elegant, the tobacco in the long pavilion, the wind and sand on the temples.
You can judge the horizon with your high vision. Outside the drizzle, there are thousands of houses on the terrace. I'm afraid that in the Ming Dynasty, I won't see it for a while, and people will fall into plum blossoms.
Spring Scenery in Dongting
Articles written in the prime of life and meritorious deeds in old age have misled people since the past. Calculating the hero's success or failure, Xuan Shang's gains and losses, it is difficult to achieve what people expected, and it is a waste of innocence. Please look at Handan's dream that day. When the cooking is done, the yellow beam slowly stretches out. Only then do we know that wealth and honor often have nothing to do with the body.
There is absolutely nothing interesting in this world, how can I get it in exchange for jade, silk and water shield. There are fishing rods, fishing boats, pen beds, tea stoves, listening to the rain, and washing the dust. After thousands of years of Qinguan in Luoshui, there are still thorns, dark bronze camels, and gods in the sky. Why update? Mu Fenghou is far away, like a unicorn.
Autumn waves are charming
Autumn comes to the corner of the border town and mourns, and the beacon fire shines on the high platform. The sad song strikes the building, relying on the high wine, this is a leisurely way.
A passionate person is like the moon in the southern mountains, especially when the clouds open at dusk. The smokey willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.
Autumn waves are charming
Once scattered in the palace of flower stamens and pearls, a thought fell into the dust. The lead is washed away, the pearls are not guarded, and the Taoist spirit is immortal.
I rode a whale drunkenly on my eastward journey, and you followed me on your horse. Looking at the moon under the rainbow, collecting herbs on the rooftop, no matter who is the same.
The wind blows into the pines
Ten years of beautiful horses and horses by the riverside, wine hidden in the world of mortals. Thousands of gold are chosen to win over the sea of ??orioles and flowers, relying on madness and driving youth. The flutes, fish and dragons all come out, and the poems written are as new as the moon.
Self-pity, beautiful hair covered with gauze scarf, just like an official body. Fenglou often remembers what he said back then, asking how the superficial name is like being a close relative. I want to send Wu Jian to say goodbye, but this time I am really idle.
Feng Liuzi (a domestic concubine)
Beautiful women often have a bad life, and she first fell in love with De Yao and married Liang Hong. I remember falling asleep under the green window, chanting quietly, turning the sentences into acrostics, and the patterns becoming exquisite. Even more prosperous, Su Wan left the play ink, and the delicate jade caressed the lonely tung tree. The toad drops are cold at night, the water is slightly frozen, the phoenix paper is spring-like, and the flowers are light red.
Who could have predicted that life would be such a miserable place, and one would end up in a willow among flowers. The parrot in the empty painting hall is in a deep golden cage. Xiang Baojing Luanchai, always late at night when putting on makeup, embroidering flower patterns on teeth, urging people to dance and still be carefree. The moon flute is heard on the city bridge, and the frost bell in the lantern courtyard is heard.
Reminiscing about an old friend in Taoyuan
The setting sun is silent and the firewood door is closed, and a little smoke rises from time to time. Chickens and dogs come and go outside the forest, all showing a sense of desolation.
The old man is old and has lost his glory and wealth. He loves the mountain city and has nothing to do. Before I left, I often leaned against the painting building. When would I come back here again?
Taoyuan Recalls Old Friends
There are several twists and turns of Gaozhai Road on the railings, deep in the heavy clouds. Danbi did not leave, but Gao Dongkong left a message.
Lili Fangcao Chang Pavilion at dusk, helpless to drive the car can not stay. Only the broken smoke in Zhuzhou tells me how often I look back.
Reminiscing about an old friend in Taoyuan
With a snap of the fingers, life passed by in an instant, and I knew it would be broken when I fell into the pot. Go and sing drunkenly and lie down high, why sing alone and harmoniously?
In my remaining years, I will return to my true self, thousands of miles away from the rivers and lakes. Get rid of the shackles of fame and fortune, and the world will become great.
Reminiscing about an old friend in Taoyuan
On that day in the Central Plains, Sanchuan was shaken, and Guan Fu turned around to simmer. The two rivers are full of tears to conquer the town, and the day is full of hope for good fortune.
The autumn wind and frost are full of green temples, old but fresh and handsome. Thousands of miles away from the Huashan Mountains beyond the clouds, there is still no one asking.
Remembering old friends in Taoyuan
In the south of the city, there are wine-traveling and singing roads, and there are countless leaves and trees. A red condensation flower (shown on the left and right) is the place of greatest concern.
The sound of warblers urges spring to go, and it also brings wind and rain. I wonder how old the age is, the grass is fragrant and the sky is dusk.
Langtaosha
The long pavilion is dark with green trees, and there are a few left statues. Yangguan often hates it. What's more, I am a pedestrian in today's autumn scenery.
Clear tears flow into the towel, and each of them disappears. Yijiang Lihan is equally divided. Ande Qianxun crossed the iron lock and cut off Yanjin.
The black night cries
The lingering fragrance of the golden duck is still warm, and the slanting sun through the green window is bright. The orchid paste dyes the clouds greasy, and the hairpin falls slippery and silent.
Ignore your partner on the swing and feel depressed. The embroidered screen shocked Xiaoxiang's dream, and a warbler sounded outside the flower.
Wu Ye Ciao
I lost my romance when I was an official, but I feel more innocent when I return home. There are many bamboos on the Orchid Pavilion Road, and silk towels are planted everywhere.
Snow tea is preferred when the spring is cold, and the fragrant japonica is known as silk water shield. Under the west window, there are idle people in the world.
The black night cries
The sun is changing in the south corner of the eaves, and the lychees are blowing flowers in front of the building. It's frosty night in the sound of partridges, and the stack of drums has already urged the government office.
When I dream of my hometown, I come to sleep on my pillow, but the letter from Beijing cannot reach the end of the world. When the people of the country sued Shaowen and moved to other provinces, they cooked tea in the leisure courtyard.
The black night cries
The Chanjuan is in the moonlight, and the gauze scarf is misty and light. The leaves of Sophora japonica trees are closing in the early shade, and the rain is clear and moist.
The pen is drawn diagonally across the grass, and the hook curtain is lightly drunk and sleeping. There is no dust at all, and I can hear new cicadas on my pillow.
Wu Ye Ciao
The jade characters on Dantai in our school are in the Yun Chapter of Ruidian Palace in Junshu. We met again in Jinguan City, but we still had two worries.
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Why not bring wine with you everywhere, looking for plum blossoms every year? Think carefully about the many officials in the upper world, and they are also immortals on earth.
The black night cries
Suyi lives in the secluded world, and the worldly fate wanders to the end of the world. Fortunately, I was strong and healthy when I returned, so I was assigned to a mountain family.
I have taken advantage of the remaining cold to drink wine, and I have also taken advantage of the light rain to move the flowers. No one comes to Chaimen all day long, and there is a path sloping along the stream.
The black night cries
The garden is full of green forests and emerald trees, and the clothes and scarves are covered with fine kudzu. The good wind blows away the light rain, and the sandy road likes to be freshly dried.
The little swallows fly by the water, and the orioles sing in the forest. When the sound of throwing pots stops and the playing of chess pieces stops, I take my time to read Taoist books.
Crying in the dark night
Things have always happened in the world, what more do I want in my life. On the west bank of Jinghu Lake, there are many gulls and herons.
A pillow of apple wind will make you drunk in the afternoon, and two liters of wild rice will make you cook in the morning. Don't be surprised by the old friend's book. The fishing couple is a new acquaintance.
Pearl Curtain
The road to the water park in the mountain village is uneven. Feeling relaxed and wandering, just like the lingering spring breeze. Skimming the ground and passing through the curtain, you know where you are going. The new frost in the mirror is empty and I feel sorry for myself. I ask when it will be, Luantai Ao Department. twilight. The book is empty and the book is empty.
Since ancient times. There are many mistakes in Confucianism. I regret that I didn't go back in a boat long ago. Get drunk at Bai Ping Island and watch the sunset with gulls and herons. All the wild cabbage and bass were abandoned, and all they got in exchange was green shirts and dust. Take a break. I retreated to the river early in the morning, and there was a cloud of misty rain.
Pearl Curtain
A place to play in front of the lamp and under the moonlight. Meet in the midst of music and brocade. They are well-known to each other, and they can discuss their minds when they meet. The delicate light of Dai Dai and the cicada are the most touching, always peeking at me. Go back. I want to sit outside the window and into the courtyard, and tune the strings and columns.
The music score was newly renovated by Yuefu. The comic is decorated with red dots and emerald green, and the inscription is gold threaded. When the swallows enter the curtain, there is another spring twilight, and the swallows pass down the slope. I also remember Cui Hu the year before last. Suspension. I have to wait and see from now on, mainly good flowers.
Breaking the circle
It is rare for people to be over seventy years old. The glory in my eyes is just a dream, and I don't know the reputation behind me. Who is Ying Ying Duan for?
Fortunately, there is a flag pavilion selling wine, why not write poems on cocoon paper. Yunluo gathers herbs in the morning in the valley, and plays chess outside the window in the quiet courtyard at night. It's crazy not to return.
Breaking through time
Seeing through the empty world, let go of last night’s dream. I can drink freely while climbing a mountain in wax clogs, and walk freely through the forest with a stick. Peace of mind and body.
The weather is cold but still strong, and the drizzle is beginning to clear. I wrote a sentence about the stream on the moss and paper, and heard the sound of smoke in the distance while singing. Get drunk and wake up with you.
Wangmei
Shou is not gold or stone. Hatantianjiao Laoxiang, Shuichengshanyi. It's like arriving in Nanke in a dream. These days are worth throwing away. Guarding against the fire and dust, another year of spring has passed. Sighing on Ji's fine horse, all paid to Du Ling, there are high-ranking guests on the garden road.
The long rope is tied to the sun. Looking at the human world, it is all traces of the past. Even though I am self-reliant and heroic, my journey has ended, and my feathers are still in ruins. Staying on high ground all day long, I don't see any news from Jiangdong. Even on the beach, there is Duanhong. Who can ask?
Qing Shang Grudges
Drinking at dusk at Jiangtou. The snow is clear but still cold. The mountain post is desolate, and people sleep alone in the dim light.
The mandarin duck machine sends a new message to the broken brocade. Sighing about the past, unable to dwell on it. The dream broke through the south tower, and the green clouds piled up as a pillow.
Chaitoufeng
Red hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away for a few years. Wrong wrong wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo.
Chaozhongcuo
Youzi