The red sun is three feet high, and the golden stove adds fragrance to the beast. Red brocade lichens wrinkle every step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, and wine smells bad. Don't listen to the flute and drums in the temple.
Dongpo Erhua (Bai Juyi)
Buy flowers with money and plant them on the east slope of the city.
But buying flowers is not limited to peaches, apricots and plums.
A hundred fruits are mixed, and a thousand branches bloom first.
There is morning and evening weather, and the soil fertility is not high or low.
Red is gorgeous, white is white.
Bees can't leave, good birds will come.
There is a long running water in front and a small platform below.
When you brush stones on the stage, you will get a cup before the wind.
Flowers cover my head and fall on my arm.
A person can't feel the moon after drinking it.
Ba customs don't like flowers, and no one comes in spring.
Only this drunken satrap can't go back for a day.
Dongpo spring is near dusk. Where are the trees today?
All the flowers in the desert are gone, and the leaves just begin.
With a boy servant every day, the hoe will still make the canal.
Digging will destroy its roots, and drawing water from the spring will irrigate its dryness.
Small trees are a few feet lower and big trees are more than ten feet long.
When the enclosure comes, we will compete with each other to help the poor.
What's the difference between planting trees and raising people?
If you want to flourish, you must first save the roots.
How can clouds save root plants? Persuade farmers to pay rent.
Clouds and branches Save trouble and get away with it.
Move this to the county government, and you will protect yourself from vulgarity.
Listen to the neighbor's pipa (Chen)
Originally a Longmen boy, Yan entered the Han Palace. The fragrance is in the sleeve and the sound is in the string.
Although there is acacia rhyme, the flip will be the same. The mountains are near the moon, and the stamens are scattered and empty.
In order to lead Jingu, the song has never ended.
Jade leaves are heavy yellow (facing Li Duan)
Jade fiber is new to plum blossom. I remember the early weather. Find the rhyme of the old songs and arrange the lights. How can it be a hundred years old? Ren Dongfeng, laugh at my temple. No matter how drunk you are, it won't reduce the old taste.
Six quatrains (Du Fu)
Sunrise is against the east water, and clouds are born in the north mud.
Bamboo sings jade, sand dances pheasant.
There are many flying bees and butterflies.
You are lazy in seclusion, and the guests want it.
Dig a well through palm leaves, ditch and break bamboo roots.
The boat is light and the path leads to the village.
Shed bamboo shoots through the wall, and vines stab the eaves in the court.
Diqing silk Ran Ran, Jiangbaicao slender.
The river moves the moon and the stone, and the stream revolves around the clouds and flowers.
Birds know the old road when they live and sail over their homes.
Three quatrains (Du Fu)
The catalpa bungeana tree leans against the rock bank, but it can't fly when cutting new flowers.
It is best to be drunk and the wind blows away, but you can endure the rain when you wake up.
Whether the cormorant will go outside, Sha Tou suddenly looked at his eyes and guessed.
From now on, I know people's wish to come back a hundred times a day.
Countless bamboo shoots have grown all over the forest, and pedestrians have been closed in Chai Men.
Meeting must be made of bamboo, and guests will never be greeted with anger.
Answer to Cen Can (Du Fu)
Graceful, forbidden, go to a different place. After you go with the Prime Minister, I will go to East China.
The willow branches in Ran Ran are green, and the stamens in Juanjuan are red. An old friend got a good word and gave it to Pulsatilla alone.
Xu Bu (Du Fu)
All steps are green, and the court dies. Celery paste with swallows, stamens full of bees.
Wet the wine on your clothes and hold it with a poetic stick. If you dare to speak, you will see it, and you will be intoxicated.
Xu Yinyu (Du Fu)
In the evening, the lonely village is secluded, and the number of marches is riding. Making new friends is a pleasure, but politeness is a shame.
Appreciate the quiet clouds and bamboo, and forget to go back to the platform. When I look at the stamen, I want to shine on Jiang Mei.
Watch Firefly (Du Fu)
Fireflies fly in Wushan autumn night, and the curtains are sparse and smart. Suddenly, the piano and books in the room were cold.
The stars are scattered by the eaves. However, one is added around the well hole, which occasionally shines through the stamens.
Cang Jiangbai is worried about you, and he hasn't come back yet.