Year: Song Author: Lu You
The walls are covered with persimmon yellow, and people are competing to appear in autumn.
Long knives and beads shine on the ground, and the chef is fragrant in the village.
The wall of ten thousand people entered the official warehouse, and the official warehouse was cold and tasteless.
As soon as it was over, I was ecstatic and drunk, lying beside the official road.
In recent years, the famine of the four people was fierce. They moved across the ravine, and the county magistrate was as long as a hungry wolf. Women were afraid of death and their children were stiff.
I don't know that the emperor is blessed, and an acre is rich in 10 thousand boxes.
I will hide my neighbor's songs, tighten my clothes, go on a diet and plant mulberry trees frequently. Remember that I can't eat chaff, and don't let floods and droughts worry about Tang Yao. 1, "Nanpu Spring Festival Evening Wine Send Wang Shiwu to Beijing" (Tang Bai Juyi)
After waxing, the ice is covered with water and the clouds are dark at night.
The wind and snow fall like rice, rustling among reeds.
I will stay here for two years, and now I will give it back to you.
You look at each other and never get drunk, and get together and never do anything.
2. Rain at Night (Tang Bai Juyi)
There are reeds beside the bitter bamboo forest. When you stop the boat, you can think endlessly.
In the spring rain, moss falls to the ground, white waves hold up the sky and make the sun wind.
A hundred years later, everything is empty.
When will this life drift? A feather in the world.
3. "stirrup songs on dark days are a bit popular" (Tang Changjian)
Reed stays cold at night and bright in the morning.
On the first day in Sichuan, I knew my heart clearly.
Qin Tian has no fiber, and the countryside floats in chun yin.
Jing Bo followed the fishing, and the boat was small and green.
You can see a thousand miles from Pupu, and you can find it is far away.
It should be the fisherman who catches the boat, because he is singing the song of surging waves.
4, "Taigong Mourning Late Encounter" (Tang Changjian)
The morning glow is white, and the king of Wen hunts.
Catch a fisherman in the reed, but there is no bear in the river.
The imperial edict has been left behind, and the horse has spoken.
Because I'm called Jianghai, I'm old and weak.
It's late to know the crown block, but quick to realize the turtle.
If the soldiers and horses don't hunt, everyone is happy.
In the same car to Xianyang, there is no phosphorus in the heart.
Four feet under the jade, the word is emperor.
The ministers held the Zhumen and covered Yao Changkui.
Who knows what happened to the glorious people in ancient times?
Sunset enveloped Sang Yu, and there was a sense of loss.
All of a sudden, people in the sky and underground, though expensive, will be what.
5. Xihe (Song Cao Qian)
What happened today.
Who did this?
Long bone GaiChuanYuan, I hate it.
Guanhe Wan Li is silent and smokeless, and the moon shines on reeds.
Sadness is common.
Ruthless Mo Wen River.
The west wind and the setting sun fell miserably in the new pavilion, and several people shed tears.
What is good for war and peace? It depends on providence to help solve the crisis.
Only in this lonely place.
No one was there, lying in the middle.
Who will deliver it for safety?
There will be a law urging the public to get up.
You must believe what you said before.
6. Nanxiangzi (Song Wuqian)
Crazy ideas are hard to collect.
Sit and watch the fishing boat cross the distant continent.
The reed has been lost and the wind is blowing.
Cinnamon fragrance in August.
Back to this reward.
It is still half autumn at home.
Although Jia Shanyuan is a guest, he is floating.
Happiness has a bottom, and sadness has a bottom.
7. Niuzhu at night (Yuxi, Liu Tang)
Reed rises in the evening wind, and Qiu Jiang scales.
The sunset glow suddenly changes color, and geese sing.
The drums are absolutely perfect and the fishermen are brightly lit.
No one can recite history and travel on the moon alone.
8. "Du Yu sent Li Liu to the waves on a rainy night" (Tang Bai Juyi)
Suddenly, I recalled that there were two alleys in Tongli, which I had never followed.
Leisure budget is divided into morning and evening. If it is quiet, Otawa will miss the same time.
Under the flowers, I drank black, and I sat in front of the lamp.
It can be seen that this poem was written among reeds on a lonely boat night.
9. Farewell night at the bottom of the river (Tang Xu Heng)
What's it like to leave? Yanning Pavilion in Jianglou.
Cymbidium has heavy autumn dew and many reeds at night.
Deeply resentful of sending a harp, far from worrying about giving birth to a green moth.
Full of wine, the moon is bright and cold.