Author: Shi Dazu
Qiu Han Zhu Han. The frosted Dan tree is still vaguely, its arrival and dream. I miss home in the season, but I still miss the distant past. More opposite, the city is full of wind and rain. There are countless yellow flowers. Yun Lan is dying. Beauty, beauty, the unknown. Roll up the curtains alone, who will open them? I can't wait to get back into the wind.
Xi Qian Ying
Author: Kang
Autumn is cold and early. Look at those geese flying from the clouds. The sky is as blue as a mirror. Xiangpu smoke is deep, Hengyang sand is far away, and there are several rows of oblique arrays outside the wind. Looking back at where Saimen is, there is an old man left in the Guanhe River in the old country, who wants to wander in the forest to get a clear picture. Jiangnan smoke and water. Above the small building, the candle is dark and the gold is cold. I hate this feeling, dreaming of flying to Dongting and flying into the sea of clouds. After all, it is the luxurious mausoleum in the distance, and Guan Yu has no faith.
Langtaosha
Author: Wang Zhidao
High-bun incense cup. Hate Meishan. Presbyopia is like a dream. I'm tired of a small dew, and my tears have dried up. Wine makes you look good. Don't be more disabled. The city is full of wind and rain, and the ears of wheat are cold in autumn. Jade charm can also sober up, who dares to play?
Magnolia order
Author: Su Shi
I didn't know Dong Junxin until ten days later. One night, you can get rid of the wind. Red yarn thin wheat autumn cold, green charm low plum rain embellish. The melon head is green, and the mountain is tender. Colour peaches and new powder. The sun is shining, the crystal curtain is rolled up, and the ruby of spring wine is still trapped.
One hundred untitled poems by Jiang Xing (one by Xie Qian)
Author: Qian Qi
Pour the wine on the ripples and flow eastward with the water. Every inch of my heart is like a ruler. I voted for Feng Yi.
Jiangqu is all Chu land, and half of it is Qin land. Looking back at the fairy mountain, if you don't leave people.
Pu Yan believes in the night, and the cold weather turns to autumn. It has its own stone tablet, and the light is clear and not flashing.
Chu' an is empty, and Cheng Chunren won't come. Only those who are good at dancing today don't hate sending balconies.
Go back to Qingshan and Guo, and sing when the white dew is autumn. Romantic without buckling, empty songs ancient Jingzhou.
The fisherman was glad to be late, but he wanted to collect it late. Fear of the Yangtze River envoy, money is willing to redeem the turtle.
Pointing at Longsha Road is like hanging in my heart. The night is cool and there is no distant dream, not for the occasional incense.
Jiyun has sparse leaves, and the rain and waves are thin and flowerless. Snorkeling, Jiang Tian has its own limits.
The good days are autumn and a half, with ups and downs, roaming the intestines. Not far from Wan Li, who and Qiu Guang.
The ornament is not in the east, but in the official Cao. It's difficult to decide on a formal tour, so I'll call the boatman.
At night, the Qingjiang River is unclear and the moonlight is heavy. Not for pleasure, but to hurt the boss.
There are many trees in the sky, and the boat is paid. According to Jiang Caiyu, everyone is tired of soldiers.
At the beginning of the day when the arrow leaks, the tobacco does not fade. Although the rain is greener, it is not the time to pick apples.
Shan Yu rises at night, like a fish jumping in a river. The shore sand is almost flat and hangs in the window of the ship.
The boat is lonely under the new wild goose beside Zhu. They are all guests from the south. I pity you for forming a line.
The leading road is narrow along the river, and the sand collapses and the shore is uneven. Do your best to deal with risks, who wants to go into battle lightly?
Cloudy river is dark and the wind is oblique. A cup of real warrior makes you laugh and worry.
Willow blows obliquely, and there are several villages by the fence. It may still be intentional, not hiding it from Jiangmen.
I don't know if Huan Gong is thirsty, but the poems I sing are beautiful. Qingjiang can only be seen, but there are more things outside the heart.
You are haggard and different. You are not a courtier. If the fisherman asks, he is not alone.
The autumn water is quiet, and the clouds are high with the setting sun. Poetry addiction is not my disease, why not suck short hair.
Boarding is not an ancient shore, but it seems to block Xiling. There's not much left. I can't go back.
At the beginning of the sail, Peng Yun angered her wings. Mochow's trip to Wan Li Road has its own breeze.
It hasn't rained in autumn clouds for a long time, and the river is still flying. However, I laughed at the boatman and didn't return this year.
Although the festival is full of chrysanthemums, it is as floating as a ping. Therefore, where the mountain looks, there is a small pavilion on the barren shore.
On the banks of the Chu River, the people were fascinated by it. I only know that the Qin Dynasty is far away.
Under the moon, the river is quiet, and the villagers say that although the egrets have company, they still fly together.
The moon has not set, and the boat is sailing late at night. Not far from the village, the wind will count the anvil.
The frightened birds flew quickly, splashing the waves of the sunset. No matter the fish in many places, you should guard against one eye.
Gradually, I feel that Jiang Tianyuan is far away, and my country is hard to meet. Maybe there is no past, the fish in the tripod is empty.
The shore grass is even barren, and the village vocal music is full of years. Rice is harvested at the beginning of dusk, and the lotus boat is idle.
The beach is very shallow, suitable for swimming herons, the river is clear, and it is easy to see fish. Strange singing is not enough, and autumn owes red clover.
Flies sound like sedges, and fireflies fly in the water. Who sings history on a cool night and flies?
Sleep well, the boat is light, and the wind is calm. Let the reed bank, autumn sounds all night.
Since reading the business, I have signed a county sign. I don't know, because of my official career, I have entered the Jianghu.
Smoke Zhu Fu smoke Zhu, painting screen Hugh painting screen. Lead the sadness to the end of the day and count the sunset.
Jathyapple is cool when the water is cool, not when the sun is shining. Good deeds are secret to others, and Qinhuai remembers health.
Since ancient times, I have been considerate of my guests. I hate the river beach. The autumn wind is coming today, and Xiao Shu is alone in the south.
Reflecting the goodness of Takemura, he is wearing a Lu Jue from You Zhu. Gradually, without open space, ginger and taro will be harvested by farmers.
The autumn wind moves the guest's heart and does not sing. Fly to a dangerous place, and the crow will give you good news.
High colchicine bottom, laugh at Wan Li day. There are companions in the journey, and there are several cicadas in the willow.
There hasn't been a cup on the boat since the ninth festival. Cao Yuan once made a toast, and Ma recalled the high platform.
There are embers in the fire, and there are only a handful of poor villages. No one is competing for the crossing, and the cold sand falls under the waning moon.
Zhu bird is full of water and does not compete with rice beam. Quiet night in the cool bay, there should be no sound of lost couples.
The light clouds are not frosted, and the trees and oranges are beginning to yellow. Letters are well known, and the breeze smells better than water.
Looking at the horizon, I am immersed in hongxia. I finally met a star and a special envoy from China, and a black magpie hitchhiked every day.
The vast land is rarely plowed, and there is more fishing in the river. I have abandoned my life, but what about brother Jin?
The sea and the moon are extraordinary things, so we can't wait to find them. Sand should have a place, and there will be no gold in shallow places.
In the evening, the wind is cold and the reeds are bald. When I came to Hongye Temple in the old days, I thought of Yujingqiu.
The wind comes without array and the clouds are idle. There is no distance between fishing songs. You should be happy to quit smoking.
Wujiang is even connected with Chu, whose customs are different from Wuxiang. No one pecked at the crab basket.
The shore is far from smoke, and the river is red and slightly inclined. Return to the moon in a small fishing boat.
After the rain, the river began to rise, and when it overflowed, you could see the salary. I once sighed at the trees in the river, and I recalled the ancients.
The summer mouth of the leaf, when the tobacco field walks alone. I didn't see Toutuo Temple, but I have a monument to a young woman.
Parking in Wuchang Bank at night, the pavilion is sparse and windy. I planted a few plants myself. Remember Tao Gong.
The dew is still thick, and autumn flowers are not easy to meet. Although it is late to wade into the river, the tall trees are full of hibiscus.
The ship sailed in accordance with Puding, and the stars were full of cold. If it is cloudy, why not leave the night on?
Keep close to the golden autumn and keep the fire door alone. I only know how to live and do Kun smartly.
Congju was born on the embankment, and this flower grows late. Some people pick them, so why is it spring?
The evening scenery sets, and the autumn is cold and drizzling. What is the use of short tassels? The ship sails this month.
The dam leaks and the depression becomes a wild pond. In the evening, the Dutch will not fold, just keep it as autumn fragrance.
No matter how Zuo Guan ends up, he will be lenient. I mocked the egret, but I had no intention of Xiao Luan.
The building is empty, and the clouds are like clothes. Yellow crane has no intention. Laugh to make him look good.
Baidicheng is stormy and the sun is shining at dusk. It is easy to wait for danger, and the way of the world is only like a gentleman.
Slowly and gently shaking the oars, the sails are covered with white clouds. Although the passenger ship is small, it can accommodate General Yu.
It's raining hard and sunny in Yun Ni. Although singing is self-defeating, I am more than one year old.
Looking at Qiu Jiang quietly, the wind and waves gradually subsided. When the world is competing, dust becomes waves.
The wind blew, but it came late. Compare other people's affairs, don't make a mistake.
The wind and rain are close at hand and it is impossible to climb. Only the cloud cave is suspected, and there are still monks of the Six Dynasties.
Meditation is delayed, and the wind and sand are lingering. Self-pity is not a natural history, but I still don't understand sunflowers.
There used to be a heavy smoker who could sing in Mount Cisse. Sail for the moon and catch Zi Ling Bay.
A thousand hectares of water line is thin, and one punch is lonely. Junshan is cold and blue, swimming across Dongting Lake.
The lake is wide and heavy with a low slope. Thank you, Shen Dongyang.
In the evening, chrysanthemums circled the bottom of the river and suddenly seemed to open an ancient screen. Mo Yan's season is over, and every day is fragrant.
In autumn, eagles and falcons are healthy. They chase birds under the clouds. Knowing that the rivers and lakes are wide, I have no intention of attacking Saihong.
The sunset is long and the pavilion is late, and the mountain gate is green. There is no wine in poverty, and there are flag pavilions everywhere.
Cao Jiang Hordos, Holly Chammanchuria. Who can scare an ostrich and turn it into Sha Ou?
There are no trees on the far shore, and it is half red after frost. Stop the boat and search for a good sentence. The title leaf is given to Jiang Feng.
Life experience is better than boating, and there is no wind to rest. Dare to break the waves, only willing to ride the wind and waves.
A few acres of moss stone, Yanhe Egg Island. Because the word meets the guest, the name begins to be romantic.
When I am free in Guangxi, the road is better than Songmen. Live up to the beautiful scenery and open a wine.
You miss smoke and water, but you hate longsha. Today, the Wang Teng Pavilion clearly saw the sunset.
Short does not knock laurel, flat is lonely. Self-pity is not firm but gentle.
How boundless the river is, it makes people feel nostalgic and lonely. Fishermen are not wise, but there are rocky mountains among reeds.
The river wind is blowing, and the high waves are like silver houses. The tail of the pen is too white, and the big characters will eventually be strange.
Fine bamboo fisherman's road, sunny and sunny. I like to invite guests to sit down and share with you.
Fortunately, there is a wave of smoke, and I would rather resign than work. Love has no resentment, but it seems to be anti-debauchery.
Pinghu is 500 miles, and the river wants to cross the waves. What will you do if you don't go by boat?
Count the peaks in shuyun and reach the shore to reflect the mountains. On Weijiang Day, you should not be idle.
A bay is slanting on the water, and the third edition is downwind. Dare not invite each other, only feel sorry for yourself.
The rain is fading, and Jiangcun never interferes with fishing boats when crossing the river in the evening, waiting for the fish to return.
When I was walking on the beach alone, I sang Chu Ci. It's hard to be Polygonum hydropiper, and the surplus is Gracilaria.
The name of Xunyang Xinye Old Building won appreciation. According to people, Jiang Yue * * * is pathetic.
I would like to drink Xijiang River, but I am sad to sing about the north. Don't teach to stay behind, far more than Cai Zhaohou.
The mouth of the lake is divided into rivers, and the east flow is unique. At that time, the scenery was good. Who accompanied Xie Xuancheng?
The chrysanthemums along the Xunyang River should be like ancient autumn. In order to ask the guests if there is any wine for singing.
There are many peaks, and thousands of feet leans on the cold pine. If the furnace smoke is there, it should be the main one.
Ten thousand mu of frost has cleared, and jiangbiancun is busy. Therefore, the stream is familiar with the ecliptic, and it is fragrant in a night's dream.
Chu water is bitter and lingering, and the sails fall and open again. But the truth is not correct, but there is a good wind.
It's embarrassing to be far away. The river is cold and rainy. Still worried about the boat, dreaming near Long Beach.
Chang 'an Guest House, a house presented to Li Xing's father Ming.
Author: Qian Qi
It is difficult to know people since ancient times. So I ordered Danxue Phoenix to eat Jinlang at night? /p & gt；
Who said that when a soldier fights, he plays the piano? Treating troubles is simple, fierce and wide.
Thinking of Li Shu at night, sleep is not a feast. Hongbo is not quiet, why is the tree not surprised?
Near Beijing, hanging on the altar. Gao Huai is dark and bitter, and the sword is cold in autumn.
Travel food is still a guest, and hunger is also a pleasure. If you work hard and carry water, you will often save the clay basin.
But I am afraid that I will get justice in return and I will waste my time.
Secular old monk
Author: Du Mu
The snow is not long, and the autumn cold is weaker.
It is better for a person to find a leaf than to pick up clothes.
I don't know where to go at dusk.
Work in the rain
Author: Du Mu
Cheap children are careless, and most of them are insulted by our sages.
Texas is not in the way, but it is worth the rain.
It was a cold brown autumn, and small windows invaded the bamboo pier.
The muddy mash looks strict, and the belly bottle is ancient.
Wide heaven and earth, Liu Wu lost.
But for temperament, are scales and feathers hidden?
I will go to court ten thousand times, and I will go to court drunk.
I was sick in my dream, and I was looking for wine. I'll send it here first.
Author: Bai Juyi
If you are sick and don't know many guests, who can entertain you?
Is the door open? Is there any wine in autumn cold?
Since it is proper to express condolences, there is no need to say hello.
There's no harm in drinking from a minor illness, but you must smoke a pot.
Chen Deng Heng Yue Zhu Rongfeng
Author: Tan Sitong
The heights are too cold, and there are no peaks in all directions.
But there are clouds, and my chest is always swaying.
Whether the earth sinks or the stars sinks, the sky jumps and the sky melts.
Half a spoonful of Dongting water, autumn cold wants to start a dragon.