1. Liu Kezhuang's poems about cooking smoke
Liu Kezhuang's poems about cooking smoke 1. Poems about cooking smoke
"Taoyuan Recalls Old Friends·The Setting Sun Is Silent and the Chaimen Closes"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
It is like a world away. I stayed for seventy days and was ordered to join the army in Chengdu and leave. Before I left and moved to Jingjing, I wrote a poem in memory of my old friends in Taoyuan.
The setting sun is silent and the firewood gate is closed. A little smoke rises. Chickens and dogs come and go outside the forest. All have the meaning of Xiao Ran.
When old age comes to an end, glory and wealth will be lost. Absolutely love the mountain city for nothing. Before going to the painting building, I often leaned against it. When will I come here again?
"Bodhisattva Barbarian: A little smoke from the kitchen, an isolated village is different"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Changqing
A little smoke from the kitchen, an isolated village is different. Her charming face is as pure as the sky. The word "wild goose" suddenly crosses the autumn line. The Qiujiang River relieves guests' sorrow.
The silver hook is filled with hatred. Who can ask if I am full of hatred? Stand with your hands in the west wind. Boating in the autumn colors.
"Tasha Xing·Sun and Moon Tiao Pills"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Kezhuang
Sun and Moon Tiao Pills, time flies off the rabbit. There is no need to be nostalgic for the past when you visit. People who have always been blowing hats and arranging flowers will follow the lingering west wind.
The old man wears his shirt and wanders around. There are three or two people living in the house. I want to drink wine to answer the autumn light, but there is no place to find yellow flowers in the depths of the mountain.
2. Ancient poems describing cooking smoke
1. A little smoke outside the sparse forest
Song Dynasty
Zhou Bangyan
"An Inch of Gold·A State Between Cang Cliffs"
2. The smoke from farmhouses often covers the fields
Song Dynasty
Hong Shi
"Looking at the South of the Yangtze River/Recalling the South of the Yangtze River"
3. A wisp of smoke from Ran Ran's cooking stove
Song Dynasty
Yuan Quhua
"Song of Water Tune" Head·The shadow of a bird measures the sparse wood"
4. A little smoke rises
Song Dynasty
Lu You
"Reminiscing about old friends in Taoyuan·The setting sun "Jili Chaimen is closed"
5. Recognizing the smoke
Song Dynasty
Zhang Xiaoxiang
"Duoli·Scenery Xiaoshu"
6. A little bit of smoke from the cooking pot, an isolated village in the countryside
Song Dynasty
Zhao Changqing
"Bodhisattva Man·A little bit of cooking smoke in an isolated village"
7. The remaining clouds bring the smoke away
Song Dynasty
Xin Qiji
"Partridge Sky·Thousands of feet of clear stream and hundreds of thunders"
8. The smoke from the old age seems to be thick and clear
Song Dynasty
Listening to the cocoon reeling in the deep alley
Song Dynasty
Chen Sanpin
"Die Lian Hua·Chang He City West Mountain All Around"
10. In the Smoke of the Wild Stove
Song Dynasty
Liu Guo
"Six Prefectures Getou·Zhen Changhuai"
11. Liu Ying Renjia Smoke from the kitchen
Song Dynasty
Gao Guanguo
"The Spring Order: Broken Xia Fading"
12. For several days, there was no smoke from the kitchen.
Song Dynasty
Wei Liaoweng
"Nian Nujiao·Blowed by the East Wind"
13. See smoke rising again
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"Spring in Qinyuan·The Sun Passes Through the West Window"
14. Three or two people live in a house with smoke
Song Dynasty
Liu Kezhuang
"Tasha Xing·Sun and Moon Tiaowan"
15. There is less smoke when going north to the Huaihe River
Song Dynasty
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"Recalling Qin'e·The Plum Blossoms Fell"
16. Little Smoke
Song Dynasty
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"Recalling Qin'e·The plum blossoms are withered"
3. What are the poems describing "smoke" in the past dynasties
1. Recalling Qin'e·The plum blossoms are withered< /p>
Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang
The plum blossoms have withered, and the frozen fortresses have thawed. Hong returned early, and Pingyi inquired about the old man in Daliang.
To the west of the Zhejiang River there is little noise, and to the north of the Huaihe River there is less smoke. Less smoke. The Xuanhe Palace is filled with cold smoke and decaying grass.
2. Qin Yuanchun (Chief Attendant to King Jiachen and Shou)
Song Dynasty: Li Zengbo
After Gutai Duan in the north, and after crossing to the south, there was no such great man. Since Rong Zuoding, Guanghua took the bridle, for several years at home and abroad, it belongs to the economics of the eyes. Thousands of cooking stoves are smoking, thousands of boats are plowing snow, and the rivers and Huaihe Rivers are as flat as the palm of your hand.
Poetry and calligraphy are effective. Watching Ma Teng and the soldiers are full, and the wine is good and the soldiers are fine.
Lifetime. The rest is about fame. Don't care if Ge Zhuren can imitate ethics. For a while, the Yachio game is played, and the small flood is only the moon.
When Jin Ou notes it, it becomes Lin. With a single lapel and eight romantic chants, autumn enters the poetry world so clearly.
In order to live long, there are yellow flowers that will never grow old, and they will always be accompanied by fragrant names.
3. Putianle_Zhongyue on Xiangyang Road
Yuan Dynasty: Lu Zhi
Coming from Yueyang, go to Xiangyang Road.
Look at the smoke from the cooking pots and the farm buildings, covering the ditches. Mountains are far and near, clouds come and go.
On the stream, there were trees in the middle of the trees, and when I looked at them, I saw a few woodcutters and fishermen. Whoever draws it, the passer-by gets the sentence, no need to go ahead.
4. Walking on the Shasha (written by Jiawu Chongjiu Niu Mountain)
Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang
The sun and the moon jump pills, and the time flies off the rabbit. There is no need to be nostalgic for the past when you visit.
People who blow their hats and arrange flowers follow the west wind.
The old man wears his shirt and wanders around. There are three or two people living in the house.
I want to drink wine to answer the autumn light, but there is no place to find yellow flowers deep in the mountains.
5. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River (Answer to Xu Shouyun)
Song Dynasty: Hong Shi
Lamenting the old year, summer drought returns to autumn sun. The ten rains and five winds are all destined to happen, and every effort will be made to cause disaster. How can a small county ban it?
The word "Lao" is written in the word "Hui Lu Qia Dinghuang". The smoke from the farmhouses often obscures the fields, and the residents are stuck in their hometowns. The ancestors exempted themselves from fasting food.
4. Verses describing cooking smoke
Envoy to the fortress (Wang Wei) The bicycle wants to ask about the side, and the country is passing by Juyan. The expedition leaves the Han fortress, and the returning geese enter the Wutian. The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river. When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he is protected by Yan Ran. In the dark day of September (Lu You), Hengmen is silent in the desert due to smoke, and the tired birds are still there in the cold sun. Several trees are red and maple reflects the blue cypress, Tiangong's explanation is Fan Kuanshan. Shebei Wanbu (Lu You) The desert smoke village is far and near, the Nuo drums are in the west and east in winter. The three-fork ancient road is in the ruins, and a clear river is in the mist. External objects have been forgotten like discarded clothes, and the old body has nothing. Waiting for Ji Hong. The weather is cold and lonely. The fence gate is late, and I see floating life and one year old poor. Return to the garden and live in one of the fields (Tao Yuanming). The young man has no suitable vulgar charm, and his nature loves hills and mountains. He accidentally falls into the dust net, and he has been away for thirteen years. Birds nostalgic for the old forest, fish in the pond think of the old abyss. Opening up the wilderness in the south, returning to the garden and fields. The square house has more than ten acres, and there are eight or nine thatched houses. The back eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and the peach and plum trees are in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is lingering. .Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on the tops of mulberry trees. The courtyards are dust-free, and there is plenty of leisure in the empty rooms. After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.
5. Poems about cooking smoke
"Taoyuan Recalls Old Friends·The Setting Sun Silence Li Chaimen Closes" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Lu Youran is like a world away.
I stayed for seventy days and was ordered to join the army in Chengdu and leave. Before leaving, I moved to Jingjing. I made a peach garden in the day and recalled my old friends. I sang a poem in silence under the setting sun and the firewood gate was closed.
There is a little smoke. Chickens and dogs come and go outside the forest.
Both have Xiao Ranyi. When the old man is old, he will lose his glory and wealth.
There is nothing wrong with the mountain city of Jueai. Before going to the painting building, I often leaned against it.
When will I come here again? "The Bodhisattva Man: A Little Smoke from a Cooking Kitchen, an Isolated Village" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Changqing A little smoke from the cooking stove, an isolated village.
The charming face is as pure as the sky. The word "wild goose" suddenly crosses the autumn line.
The Qiujiang River relieves guests’ worries. The silver hook is filled with hatred.
Who can ask if I am full of hatred. Stand with your hands in the west wind.
Boating in the autumn colors. "Tasha Xing Riyue Tiaowan" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Kezhuang Riyue Tiaowan, time off the rabbit.
There is no need to be nostalgic for the past when you visit. People who have always been blowing hats and arranging flowers will follow the lingering west wind.
The old man wears his shirt and wanders around. There are three or two people living in the house.
I want to drink wine to answer the autumn light, but there is no place to find yellow flowers deep in the mountains.
6. What are the poems about "smoke"
1. "Remembering Old Friends in Taoyuan"
Song Dynasty Lu You
Just like the world outside. I stayed for seventy days and was ordered to join the army in Chengdu and leave. Before leaving, I moved to Jingjing and wrote a poem in memory of old friends in Taoyuan.
The setting sun is silent and the firewood gate is closed. A little smoke rises. Chickens and dogs come and go outside the forest. All have the meaning of Xiao Ran.
When old age comes to an end, glory and wealth will be lost. Absolutely love the mountain city for nothing. Before going to the painting building, I often leaned against it. When will I come here again?
2. "Cangtan"
Lu You, Song Dynasty
A hundred men were helping to sing the oars, but the people on the other side of the boat were speechless.
For a while, people dispersed and there was no noise, except for the sound of two cars turning around a hundred feet away.
The dumb car turned urgent, and the boatman was already standing on the sand.
The fog collects and the reed villages are illuminated red, and the fishermen’s houses are damp with smoke after the rain.
Looking back on my hometown, I have reached thousands of mountains, and I first passed the first beach when I went up the gorge.
The young man also admires the official for his pleasures, and turns to the old man to know that the journey is difficult.
3. "Work on a Dark Day in September"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The Hengmen is silent in the desert with smoke from cooking stoves, and the birds have returned in the cold sun.
Countless red maples reflect the blue cypress trees, and the heavenly workmanship is known as Fan Kuan Mountain.
4. "Late Autumn"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Qingqiu is a new year again, and the eyes are full of red maples reflecting white apples.
We have lost all contact with old friends at home, but the gulls and herons of Tingzhou are close to each other.
5. "Qing Ping Le"
Shi Yue of the Song Dynasty
The water is far away and the flowers are quiet, and the smoke from the cooking stove is cold on the other side.
Ten miles of weeping poplar trees shake their tender shadows. I wake up from hangovers and worries.
6. "West Taiyi Palace Tower"
Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty
Flowers are scattered on the grass, and willows are slanting by the water.
At dusk, the smoke from the kitchen rises alone, and I don’t know who owns the fishing net.
7. "Treading on the Shasha, Long Steps on the Clear Snow"
Wang Bin, Qing Dynasty
Walking on the snow bridge, visiting the Meixi River. The first spring breeze breaks the jade on the tips. The thatched huts in every village are filled with smoke from cooking fires at night, and even more wine is found in the villages.
8. "The Envoy to the Fortress"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The bicycle wanted to ask about the side, but it belonged to the country and passed Juyan.
Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty and returned to the Wutian.
The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.
Whenever Xiao Guan rides, he always protects Yan Ran.
9. "Late Steps in Shebei"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The Chuiyan Village in Momo is far and near, and the Nuo drums and drums are in the east and west in winter.
The Sancha Ancient Road is in Canwuli, and there is a clear river in the mist.
Foreign objects have been forgotten like abandoned clothes, and I am old and have no companions to restrain me.
It's cold and lonely, the fence is late, and I see Fusheng one year old and poor.
10. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields - Part 1"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
He has little sense of vulgarity and loves hills and mountains by nature.
I fell into the dust net by mistake and was gone for thirteen years.
The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart.
The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall.
The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
7. What are the poems describing "smoke" in the past dynasties
1. Recalling Qin'e·The plum blossoms withered in the Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang's plum blossoms withered, and the fortresses were frozen and thawed, and the queen returned early.
Hong returned early, and Ping Yi inquired about the old man in Daliang. To the west of the Zhejiang River there are quiet sounds, and to the north of the Huaihe River there is less smoke.
Less smoke. The Xuanhe Palace is filled with cold smoke and decaying grass.
2. Qinyuanchun (Chief Attendant of King Jiachen and Shou) in the Song Dynasty: Li Zengbo settled in Taiduan in the north. After crossing to the south, there was no such great man. Since Rong Zuoding, Guanghua took the bridle, for several years at home and abroad, it belongs to Mu Jinglun.
Thousands of cooking stoves are full of smoke, thousands of boats are plowing snow, and the rivers and Huaihe River are as flat as the palm of a hand. Poetry and calligraphy are effective, watch Ma Teng and the soldiers are full, and the wine is good and the soldiers are fine.
Lifetime. The rest is about fame.
Don’t care if Ge Zhu people can imitate ethics. For a while, the Yachi game is played, and the small flood is only the moon. When Jin Ou notes it, it becomes Lin.
With a single lapel and eight romantic poems, autumn enters the poetry world so clearly. For longevity, there are yellow flowers that never grow old and are always accompanied by fragrant names.
3. Putianle_Xiangyang Road Zhongyue Yuan Dynasty: Lu Zhi came from Yueyang, Xiangyang Road. Look at the smoke from the cooking pots and the farm buildings, covering the ditches.
The mountains are far and near, and the clouds come and go. On the stream, there are trees in the smoke, and when I look at them, I see a few woodcutters and fishermen.
Whoever draws it, the passerby gets the sentence, no need to go ahead. 4. Tasha Xing (written by Jiawu Chongjiu Niu Mountain) Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang Riyue Tiaowan, Time off the rabbit.
There is no need to be nostalgic for the past when you visit. People who have always been blowing hats and arranging flowers will follow the lingering west wind.
The old man wears his shirt and wanders around. There are three or two people living in the house.
I want to drink wine to answer the autumn light, but there is no place to find yellow flowers deep in the mountains. 5. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River (Answer to Xu Shouyun) Song Dynasty: Hong Shi lamented his old age, and the summer drought returned to the autumn sun.
The ten rains and five winds are all destined to happen, and every possible means is used to cause disasters. How can a small county ban it?
The word "Lao" is written in the word "Hui Lu Qia Dinghuang". The smoke from the farmhouses often obscures the fields, and the residents are stuck in their hometowns.
The ancestral way is free of fasting food.
8. Ancient poems describing cooking smoke
1. Outside the sparse forest, there is a little smoke from Song Dynasty Zhou Bangyan's "One Inch of Gold·Cangzhou Cliff" 2. The smoke from farmhouses often obscures the countryside, Song Hongshi's " Looking at the South of the Yangtze River/Reminiscing about the South of the Yangtze River" 3. A wisp of smoke from the kitchen smoke from Song Yuan Quhua's "Water Melody Song Head·The Bird's Shadow Shades of the Thin Woods" 4. When there is a little smoke from the stove, Lu You from the Song Dynasty "Reminiscing about Old Friends in the Peach Blossoms·The Setting Sun Silence Li Chaimen Closes" 5. Recognize the smoke from the cooking stove by Zhang Xiaoxiang of the Song Dynasty "Duoli·Xiaoshu Jing" 6. A little bit of smoke from the cooking stove and a lonely village in the Song Dynasty. "Bu Lei" 8. The smoke from the old years is about to break up. Song Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong·I am to the king" 9. The smoke in the deep alley is listening to the cocoon reeling. Song Chen Sanpin's "Butterfly Love Flower·Chang He City West Mountain All Around" 10. In the Smoke from the Wild Stove Song Liu Guo's "Six Prefectures Songtou·Zhen Changhuai" 11. Liu Ying's house smoked from the kitchen. Song Gao Guanguo's "Liu Chun Ling·Broken Xia Low Reflection" 12. For several days, no smoke was seen. Song Wei Laoweng's "Nian Nujiao·Blowed by the East Wind" 》13. Seeing the smoke coming from the kitchen again, Song Huangji's "Qinyuan Spring·The Sun Passes the West Window" 14. Three people living in the house of Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Tasha Xing·Sun and Moon Jumping Pills" 15. Going to the north of Huaihe River and seeing less smoke from the kitchen smoke "Reminiscences" by Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Qin'e·The plum blossoms have declined" 16. "Recalling Qin'e·The plum blossoms have declined" by Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty. 17. "Qin Yuan Chun·Beigu Tai Duan" by Li Zengbo of the Song Dynasty. "Xiao Xing shoots low over the sparse lattice" 19. "Water Dragon Ode to Spring Snow" by Mo Yuan Wang Yun in the Smoke Alley 20. "After the Rain" by Xinyuan Wang Mian everywhere in the smoke alley 21. "Miscellaneous Ode in the North Garden" by Song Lu You from the West Village Forest 22. Smoke from the Mao House Song Lu You's "Spring Miscellaneous Topics" 23. Cooking Smoke Deserted and Silent at Hengmen Song Lu You "Works on a Dark Day in September" 24. Cooking Smoke Silent Song Lu You "Living in Poverty" 25. Cooking Smoke from the Tea Stove and Wild Temple "Autumn Song Lu You" Song Luyou's "Xicun" 26. There may be no smoke from the kitchen, Song Luyou's "Shizi Dun" 27. I suddenly have no smoke from the kitchen, Song Luyou's "Shu Zhi" 28. Behind closed doors, I can see the smoke rising from the kitchen, Song Luyou's "Xicun" 29. Looking at the smoke from the kitchen is suspicious, Song Luyou's "Xicun" "Leisure Tour" 30. A little clearer, Song Lu You's "Smoke Waves" 31. Song Lu You's "Recalling the Past" 32. Seeing Smoke from Hanxi at Dawn, Song Huang Tingjian's "Wuchang Songfeng Pavilion" 33. In Qingshan Grotto The smoke rises from the kitchen, Song Dynasty Wang Tinggui's "Moving to the East Village" 34. The smoke outside the forest darkens the green trees, Song Ai Xingfu's "Ciyun Kuang Weng lives in the village at four times" 35. The smoke rises alone and half-opened, Song Mou Gongwu's "Si'an Daozhongsuo" "See" 36. Drizzle on the awning window wets the kitchen smoke. Song Wang Yan's "Ten Jue Miscellaneous Odes in Central Hunan" 37. The village or smoke is cut off by Song Wang Zhiwang. "Nine Poems" 39. Smoke rises from the cooking stoves in the forest. Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty "Twenty-four poems on farming and weaving pictures were written by Yi's decree" 40. Smoke rises from the kitchens in the city. Li Liufang "Eighteen poems about returning to the south."
9. Poems containing cooking smoke
Dielianhua (Chen Sanpin)
Changhe City is surrounded by western mountains. The green scales of ducks pat the banks of the pond. A gust of east wind turns around. Looking forward, I feel that my lonely sail is far away. I only regret that I came late to find beauty. Zhe Laosang is dense, and farming villages are everywhere. The mountain bird advises the officials to be drunk and cheap. Listen to the smoke from the kitchen and the cocoon reeling in the deep alley.
Shui Long Yin (Qiu Yuan)
Xiaoxing shoots low, but Zhen Han is still dazed. Smoke from the kitchen chimes in the house, people are talking in the next room, and luggage is in front of the stirrups. Frost smoothes the bridge, fog obscures the grass, and time flows. I am so sad that the carved saddle is alone, my sleeves are full of coldness, and I enter the setting moon and the empty mountain. The tip of the whip is an allusion. Next to the wine flag, the firewood gate is closed again. A little bit of water and ink, because the wind wants to send it, the plum blossoms are thousands of miles away. The treasure tent is full of spring, and I believe in dreams, but some people are haggard. When you come back, don't rely on your new accent, and replace it with tears and no worries.
Early departure under the bamboo (Fan Chengda)
After the morning makeup broke through the cold, we chatted while straddling the saddle to relieve our tiredness.
Walking through the thin mist, you can see the overlapping mountains.
The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay.
The birds chirp as if to welcome guests, in a moment of love and no thought.
The Order of Staying in Spring (Gaoguan Country)
The broken clouds are reflected lowly, the small bridges are flowing, and the river is flat and far away. The smoke from Liu Ying's house seems to be on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Immediately the east wind blew my face. Who cares about this? Singing and drinking in the flowers, asking when we will meet again.
Ci Yun Zizhan and Shu Yao prayed to the snow mist and pig spring and sang in harmony (Huang Tingjian)
The old farmer was hungry for a long time and wanted to see the forest and the rain.
Lin Hui threw a bib to carry the baby, but he didn't cry when he heard that the baby was cooked.
Regardless of the fact that there is no smoke in the kitchen, the cobwebs and snail saliva pass through the tree shaft.
To make Jun Minxue taste meatless, cook cakes with Artemisia annua and salted Shuji.
It is said that the claws should be cut to invade the skin, and the grass will remain green even if the frost does not kill it.
The ghost is lingering in the mist of the western mountains, and the fragrance of livestock fat and wine has not been defiled.
If I had to go and have dinner with Dong's father, I would rather blame Ge Beiyuan.
Dr. Qi, the official of the ancestral hall, was exposed and reported to Cangyadian.
Please pray that the sky will not be exhausted, and you will also cry when a fish crosses the river.
The goose’s neck is cut off and its blood is still wet, and the wind, horses, clouds and chariots meet each other.
Baili banners are sprinkled with jade flowers, causing your righteousness to be stung by dragons and snakes.
The old farmer is happy to have spring, and is calling for his children to eat and his cows to take care of the coir raincoat hats.
Doctor, don’t lament that you are tired of being a public servant. Next year, the wheat rice will slip away.
Fabai Shakou Deputy Chief Lu (Huang Tingjian)
The pole master saves the head and tail, and I am the master of control.
The hanging mat is full of wind, like a strong crossbow string.
Dawn is at Baishakou, and smoke can be seen from the long reeds.
A leaf supports the autumn rain, and a hundred-foot boat on the Cangjiang River.
Looking at the turmoil in the world, who can survive for a long time?
Nian Xi Shengli District, dealing with the world.
The avenue is full of leisure, and everything is worth donating.
Who knows that with pure eyesight, one can see the old mountains and rivers differently.
Wuchang Songfeng Pavilion (Huang Tingjian)
The pavilion is built against the mountain to see the plains, and the skips and buckets are inserted into the rafters at night.
The meaning of my name is appropriate.
The old pine tree has been tall and tall for hundreds of years, and its weight is now as tall as the sky.
The wind sings Emperor Wa’s fifty strings, and the Bodhisattva spring is not needed to wash the ears.
The second and third sons of Jia were very fond of virtuous people, but they were too poor to buy wine and get drunk at this feast.
The night rain sounds on the corridor until dawn, and we look at each other lying on the monk's felt unable to return.
The dry springs and dry stones are gurgling again, and the mountains and rivers are shining for me.
The wild monk was hungry early and could not eat anything. At dawn, he saw smoke from cooking in the cold stream.
The Dongpo Taoist has sunk into the spring. When will Zhang Hou arrive?
You can sleep during the day under the strong waves at Diaoyutai, and you can watch the dragons entangled in seal scripts at Yiting Pavilion.
The body is free from cramps, and the boat carries all the friends around.
Yuzhi Garden (Huang Tingjian)
Xiaoxiang River is born in spring, and the wind is blowing in the valley spring.
After the rain, the flowers bloom in the desert, and the catkins are dancing in the sky.
Go to the Zhuge Pavilion in the famous garden, look behind and look back at the front.
Asking the people who lived there in the past, there is no smoke from the kitchen.
Life must be rich.
The river is clear and rippled.
It has been like this for a hundred years, and An Yong is crying.
Marquis Jiang is doing great things, and he is happy one after another.
The bones in the stream are carried in the car, and they are just like shoulder to shoulder.
I hate looking at Kong Ren’s face, but the ugly stone turns into beauty.
Ganjun advised me to get drunk, but I did so.
My red eyes are blurred, and flowers fall from the sky.
Action requires support, and that can strengthen the stone.
I love you, Lei's Qin, and the water makes the strings grow.
But most of the people who hate music will die in the river.
I have sinned against poetry in my life, which is like a chronic illness that cannot be cured.
Now it is time to correct yourself from the pain, and repeat the three provocations.
Looking at the South of the Yangtze River/Reminiscing about the South of the Yangtze River (Hong Shi)
Lamenting the old year, the summer drought returns to the autumn sun. The ten rains and five winds are all determined, and every possible means is used to cause disasters. How can a small county ban it? The word "Lao" means "Hui Lu Qia Ding Huang". The smoke from the farmhouses often obscures the fields, and the residents are stuck in their hometowns. Ancestor Dao exempted? grain.
Qinyuanchun (Huangji)
As the sun passes by the west window, guests sleep in their pillows, and the courtyard is empty. Remember that in Haitang Cave, there are mud and gold treasures, under the wine brewing rack, and the oil-walled chariots. Drunken ink is used to compose poems, the roses are heavy with dew, and the walls are covered with flying crows. Striving to know, wandering towards the present, looking to the end of the world. Half of the peaches are steamed. There are even more weeping poplar trees on both sides of the bank. Then drink Diaojiu wine to kill the hatred of spring, measure the pearls and buy smiles to repay the years. Opposite the green hills, you can't reach them. It's said that there will be no need to cover them with the floating clouds. Deep in the mountain, I saw smoke rising from cooking stoves, and I knew someone was home.