Three glasses of turbid white wine, a few words. When you go home, smile with her.
The last pen has been crazy for a day or two, and it has passed 36,000 games. His new knowledge is like asking questions. He should only wander in a foreign land.
The lonely picture of sunset draws a bead curtain in the smoke, and the sunset is lonely without a trace. I want to see Wang Nanhai for thousands of years, so I can borrow a gust of wind from the Dragon King.
The paradise on earth is Wuzhong, where there are doors and heroes. Cui Sleeve is 3,000 yuan upstairs and downstairs, and millions of dollars are in the west and east.
Even in Wugeng, He Jia never said anything, and the words from four distant places are always different. If a painter paints, it is difficult for him to paint.
In the second part of "Sighing the World", everything is providence, so why use a series of tricks? You are always satisfied with three meals a day and get a sail. When everything is born, it will harm everyone.
The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. Feeling does not refine elixir, does not meditate, eats when hungry, and sleeps when tired.
Life brush and poem brush, lace and willow edge. Spring is old in the mirror, and lovers are in the same month before the lamp.
Ten thousand games of happy drunkenness, the idle people in the world go to heaven. Yan Huai laughed and danced for fifty years.
There is joy in flowers and sleep in the moon. Passing names in the sea.
Who says there is no money to drink in the waist? Poetry and Fu are ashamed to call themselves authors.
Many people say I am a fairy. Some things need to be done.
Don't lose an inch of your heart. A poem for Wang Ning is a poem with four rhymes. Who do you care about? A white head is a good flower, but a bright moon is hard to shine on wine.
I am fortunate to have a day off and a thousand years of fun; A lot of things happen all the time. Why don't you ask me? The word "melancholy" is not unfamiliar when you are young, and it is easy to make a fuss. Why don't you feel sad every spring What is not pitiful about love? Snow on the pear cup, smoke in the dream of Baling grass, golden tears on the sleeve of the future, and white bone meditation on the case.
After thinking about it, I should not regret it, so I went to the front of the yard with my clothes in my arms. "Wine to the Moon Song" Li Bai's original moon, only Li Bai's poems can say.
Now that Li Bai has passed away, how long is the moon in the sky? Today, people are still singing Li Bai's poems, and the bright moon is still like Li Bai's poems. I learn from Li Bai's understanding of the bright moon, white, bright moon! Li Bai can make poems to nourish the spirit. I have a hundred cups of poems today.
Although I am ashamed that I don't have Li Bai's talent, I don't feel ugly. I don't go aboard, and I don't sleep.
There is a small house outside Gusu, with thousands of trees and peaches all over the sky. If ten dynasties wind and rain are in a coma, eight wives are hungry.
Xin is an old fool, and no one comes to buy a poem. Castle peak is white-haired, old and stubborn, and writing is hard.
The paddy field people on the lake don't want it. Who will buy me to paint Zhongshan? A deserted village cries in the wind and rain, and a kettle shames an old wife.
Try to write a new bamboo to sell. The price of bamboo shoots in the city is as low as mud. Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are always useless, and occasional livelihood is also included.
Ken thought he had less money, but one day Mr Ji Ye became poor. Whiteboard door red fence, wife and children beside geese and ducks.
Natural interests are hard to describe, and you won't feel hungry without smoking for three days. "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" The Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, the Peach Blossom Fairy under the Peach Blossom Temple.
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them. When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.
Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom year after year. I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.
Car dust and clues show things, and wine is hidden in snuff. If the revealer is compared to a hermit, one is underground and the other is in heaven.
If we compare Hua San to horses and chariots, I will have no leisure. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields. "Song of the Year" has 360 days a year and 90 days in spring, summer, autumn and winter; Leng Xia is hot and cold as a knife in winter.
Sanqiu is mild in spring, with mild weather and many storms. There are not many beautiful days in a year, and the beautiful scenery is hard to come by. If the scenery is beautiful, there will be joy and happiness; Life is wasted if you don't burn a candle. The ancients had words and advised people to walk by candlelight at night; One minute of the Spring Festival Gala is worth 1000 yuan, but I can't buy it back.
"Poem of Falling Flowers" destroyed ten spring in an instant, and the garden was washed away with wealth. I would like to ask the shepherd boy to set up wine and try plums, kind man.
If Hua Dan is bullied by Rouwu, it is hard to guarantee that Yu Xiang will laugh at the tree god. Looking forward to green shoes, everyone is a sleeper when they are tall.
The setting sun is dark, the flute is long, and the spring breeze is turning again. Accuse of going to the North Pole, rouge waste.
Pour three feet of rain mud and embroider half a hook around the tree. The dreamy color adds to the sadness in the mirror.
The spring breeze is 150 minutes, and there are no flowers. The new wine is about to pour green into the cup, but the faded face has turned into a mirror.
If you can't see the rafters stealing incense, you will become a stinker. In this way, the trees and tears withered.
When the silkworm is busy at dawn, the bonus is like a flower. Cold food spring seems to have no owner, and the butterfly flying next door is private.
Even if money accumulates Beidou, it is difficult to bury stones in the wind and rain. A wisp of smoke sticks to your temples when you sleep in the bed.
Sit and watch wheatgrass bored and coquettish. My honey is ripe, fragrant, sticky and white, and Liang Yan's nest is wet and red.
The country is very beautiful, and it is pitiful. Why is the glass not empty? Endure to see the clues under the wheels and fly west and east.
Cui Huikong wrote the truth in the mirror, but it was difficult to convey the spirit in Luoshui. National color comes naturally, life is thin, and peach is in spring.
There is no brocade account around Jingu, and the green shoes are dusty. One hundred times around the tree, who will be next year? The sky is blue and the clouds are horizontal, and the country garden is purple.
Peach leaves are uneven, apricot flowers are scattered. Dogs barked in the moonlight in the middle of the night, and the whole city was raining.
If people don't come back and spring is gone, who will sing with them? Flowers weeping willows make it clear, and duckweed with purple back is good. In March, I asked Fang to ride a phoenix couple, and I sang along for a while.
Turn off the lights, the courtyard hurts the birds, and the terrace is wet. Mo Wen Dong Jun complained of injustice, and his spontaneous sexual dreams were not clear.
What happened in the spring dynasty was silent, and the court was surprised to see that Lou had taken shape. Tears fly slightly and eyes are long.
Books should be unintentional and intentional. And I'm glad the remnants are still there, so that I can repair the bamboo and report peace.
Peach blossoms are empty and open and close almost every year; Since it is the end of March, there is no need for people to hate even winds. On the eaves, the curtains are broken and the building is like a bully; Pick it up and put it in Paris for Luo, a pair of mandarin ducks.
I am very sad and worried. The flowers are scattered and the temple is added. Zhou Gaiyan speaks of spring in March, and the ripples are half curtain.
Sick wine can't bear to turn to drama, listen to the wind and steer, and like to be late. Red hands are painted on the moss in the green Yang Ying for the pity of the disabled.
The first half of Yangliulou is regular, and it is late at night in the music theater. It is difficult to grow flowers when burning, but Tintin won't be late when he leaks rain.
The golden string armhole is new and slippery, and the emerald eyebrow is drooping. How worried you are about your amorous feelings, you can tell who you are worried about.
Li Taihou catching up, Peng Feiping turned around and was at a loss. I am haggard and tired, and I am full of mirror worries in March.
It is better to die than to leave a sleeping shoe.
2. About Tang Bohu's poem "Peach Blossom Temple"
Taohuawu Taohuaan, Taohuaan Taohuaxian.
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.
I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.
Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor.
If we compare preciousness to poverty, one is in the ground and the other is in the sky.
If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.
Wine song of the moon
Li Bai's poems are the original moon, which only Li Bai's poems can tell.
Li Bai is dead now, and there is no moon in the sky.
Today people are still singing Li Bai's poems, and the bright moon is like Li Bai's poems.
Can I learn from Li Bai about the bright moon, the moon and Li Bai?
Li Bai can make poems to nourish the spirit. I have a hundred cups of poems today.
I am ashamed that I don't have Li Bai's talent, but I don't think I am ugly.
I don't go aboard, and I don't sleep.
There is a small house outside Gusu, with thousands of trees and peaches all over the sky.
Drunk song
Fire, water and wind are all false, and color, sound and fragrance touch each other.
The world's dementia recognizes me, causing a dust.
I am obsessed with killing thieves, and I am obsessed with ignorance.
Ignorance is the beginning of reincarnation, and walking will lead you into a fire pit.
Looking for fame and fortune, don't care about cheating.
I'm looking for someone else. I'm looking for him. Revenge is good.
Fight this poor life, why not cherish it?
Counting the breath is still quiet with the end of the border, and the practice of practice is settled.
Among the empty mountains, there are wolves and tigers.
If the door is unlocked, the tortoise will give birth to rabbits and horns.
All the lines are impermanent, everything is empty, and arturo feels great.
One thought returns to the empty cause and effect, and falling into the empty view is still worrying.
Zen people hold empty magic, just like avoiding drowning and being burned.
It is wrong to say nothing, and I am dazzled in my dream to find my whereabouts.
Turn over and jump out of the heartbroken pit.
3. Tang Bohu's quatrains of spring, summer, autumn and winter dance in the sand.
Strangely, Chunguang has been left out in the boudoir for a long time this year, because he left and never came back. When he is sad, he just sings grass, and his aunt Nell is with him. In the meantime, he learned to look back and smile step by step when he was looking for flowers and asking for willows and taking advantage of the butterfly (spring)
Why not escape from the sunny summer? There should be fewer things in the shady courtyard. Bored, why don't you go back and have fun, send a glass of wine to your sad soul and find a good place for the Ming Dynasty-(summer)
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the coolness slightly provokes hibiscus, but it's time to spend. Whose sister is fighting for new makeup and taking a walk in the garden? Fold the vase hand in hand and enjoy it when they come back. All because of three glasses of wine. When I wake up, I should be sad again-(Autumn)
Cold depression is just that the wind is strong and changeable. Why did you leave so lightly? When leaving, don't go to see a tree in front of the plum window and call a pair of flowers to climb the south branch for Nong. Who wants to send it? When bloom was silent, geese crowed in the sky. -(winter)
4. Tang Bohu's Peach Blossom Poetry Tang Bohu: Peach Blossom Temple Song
Tang Yin, also known as Tang Bohu, is a famous painter and poet, and one of the four great talents in Jiangnan. This song "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" was improvised when he was drinking in the Peach Blossom Temple.
Taohuawu Taohuaan, Taohuaan Taohuaxian; Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When you wake up, you just sit in the flowers and get drunk, so you come to sleep under the flowers; Bloom spent years half awake and half drunk day after day.
I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots; Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor.
If the poor are compared with the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh that I am too crazy, and I laugh that others can't see through it; There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.
5. Tang Bohu's Peach Blossom Poetry: Peach Blossom Temple Song.
Year: Ming
Author: Tang Bohu-"Peach Blossom Temple Song"
Content:
Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian;
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When I wake up, I just sit in front of the flowers, and when I am drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers;
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.
I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots;
Cars and horses are rich and interesting, and hops are poor.
If wealth is compared with the poor, one is in peace and the other is in heaven;
If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, you have to drive away my leisure.
Don't (he) laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through;
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.
Author:
Tang Yin, Tang Bohu, Brilliant, Wuyi Tour, Dongting Swing; Call him a genius, romantic, hiding in Suzhou, pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity. Chuanhua art, reputation, solitary painting, clear meaning; Songsheng map, majestic and powerful, pine and spring, sing together.
Famous painters in the Ming Dynasty have always admired Tang Yin, Chou Ying, Shen Zhou and Wen Zhiming, and are called the "Four Schools of Wu". Tang Yin, one of the "Four Masters of Ming Dynasty", was known as the first gifted scholar in Ye Jiangnan in the middle of Ming Dynasty. He is knowledgeable and versatile, recites poems and composes music, is good at writing and painting, and has experienced ups and downs. He is an outstanding great painter in the history of painting in China. Tang Yin, with the word Bohu and Gengzi, is the master of the Peach Blossom Temple, an immortal who escaped from Zen, became attached to Nanjing, and was the first romantic talent in Jiangnan. Believing in Buddhism in his later years, there are other nicknames such as Liu Yiju. Wuxian (now Suzhou, Jiangsu) people. He was born in Chenghua, Ming Xianzong for six years (1470) and died in Jiajing, Emperor Shizong of the Ming Dynasty for two years (1523).
Tang Yin was born in a merchant family, and his status was relatively low. Under the guidance of "making a name for himself", he studied hard and reached the age of 1 1, with excellent literary talent and good handwriting. 16 years old, scholar. At the age of 29, he participated in Yingtian Township Examination and won the first prize of "Xie Yuan". The following year, he went to Beijing to take the exam, and "fame and fortune" was just around the corner. Xu Jing, the landlord of Jiangyin who was driving the exam with him, secretly bribed the examiner's family and got the exam questions in advance. After the story was revealed, Tang Yin was also implicated in prison and was tortured and humiliated. From then on, conceited Tang Yin had a strong antipathy to the "perversion" of officialdom. Personality and behavior are unrestrained. Tang Yin made friends with fellow countryman "Crazy Life" Zhang Ling, and indulged in drinking regardless of various undertakings. Persuaded by his good friend Zhu Yunming, he studied hard and decided to take poetry and calligraphy as his career all his life. After that, I traveled to Zhu Rong, Kuanglu, Tiantai and Wuyi Mountain, boated in Dongting Lake and Pengben, and then returned to Suzhou. Believing in Buddhism in his later years, he lived in June 1st. He once wrote a poem blaming himself, saying that although a gentleman is not famous, he should be generous, so why should he be a prisoner? So he carved the seal of "the first romantic talent in Jiangnan". After being hired by Wang Ning Chen Hao of Nanchang, he found that Wang Ning had an anti-intention, so he pretended to be crazy and returned to Suzhou. From then on, he was bohemian and decadent.
Tang Yin's personality is wild and uninhibited, but he is unique in painting. His brushwork is delicate and meticulous, with a chic charm. Most of his landscape paintings show majestic and steep mountains and rivers, pavilions and small bridges, beautiful mountains and rivers all the time, and some describe pavilions, gardens and the leisure life of literati. Landscape figure painting is magnificent, slightly beautiful and unique, with rich and diverse themes. Figure painting mostly describes the life and historical stories of ancient and modern ladies.
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6. Tang Bohu's classic poem Tang Bohu, a talented scholar in Jiangnan, met Chou-heung who came to burn incense in a temple in Jiangnan. It was love at first sight, and he was born with the meaning of * * *.
To this end, he followed Chou-heung all the way to Taishifu, and tried his best to sneak into the mansion as a companion, and got the opportunity to contact Chou-heung. Later, he contacted Chou-heung many times in the mansion to express his feelings, but Chou-heung refused. Tang Bohu was once locked in the woodshed by Chou-heung, but he was not discouraged. He invited his friend Zhu Zhishan to help him win some good marriage opportunities for Chou-heung under the guidance of his friends. At this point, Jiangnan talent dream has come true. Tang Bohu once wrote a Tibetan poem for Chou-heung: (The first word is hidden as "I love Chou-heung") I painted the Qinghe River and loved the maple leaves in the evening pavilion.
Autumn moon shines on Buddhist temples, and cigarettes wrap around pagodas. Taohuawu sings Taohuawu, and Taohuaxian sings Taohuawu. Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers. Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.
I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots. Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor.
If wealth is better than poverty, one is underground and the other is in heaven. If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.
I will sing a song about drinking in spring after the flowers, and I will sing a song about drinking before the flowers. How many days can bloom live in the branches, and how can life be geometric in the world? Yesterday's flowers are better than today's, and today's flowers become autumn grass.
Senior Hua was born last year, and this year people are older than last year. Today, there is another bloom. See who it is tomorrow. Will it bloom today next year? Who knows today and next year? The weather is unpredictable, stormy and unpredictable.
Don't pay for spring when the weather is uneven. A good flower will never bloom, and a young man will never return.
Life is not drunk before flowers, but life is dull when flowers smile. Li Bai sang wine to the moon before, which can only be said in Li Bai's poems.
Now that Li Bai has passed away, how long is the moon in the sky? Today, people are still singing Li Bai's poems, and the moonlight is still like Li Bai's poems; I think Li Bai can know Mingyue, Mingyue and Li Bai? Li Bai can make poems to nourish the spirit. I have a hundred cups of poems today. Although I am ashamed that I don't have Li Bai's talent, I don't feel ugly.
I don't go aboard, and I don't sleep. There is a small house outside Gusu, with thousands of trees and peaches all over the sky.
Life is 70 years old and below, except childhood and old age. There is not much time in the middle, and there is frost and trouble.
The flowers sang back and forth, eager to pour out all the golden jars. The world can't make enough money, and neither can the officials of the court.
Officials spend a lot of money and worry too much, and finally they are all on their own. Twist your fingers in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the clock will send chickens at dusk until dawn.
Please be careful in front of your eyes, and bury weeds every year. How many graves are there in the grass? Nobody swept them for half a year.
Sighing that a person's world is rich and magnificent, don't force it, but if you can't force it, it will be a shame. Stretch your feet where you have them, and shrink your head when you have to.
I can't stay here when my children and grandchildren don't have Fiona Fang. Good morning, God. Don't worry about frying.
Alas, everything is providence, so why use a series of tricks? You are always satisfied with three meals a day and get a sail. When everything is born, it will harm everyone.
The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. Fifty years of talking and laughing, singing and dancing, sleeping among flowers.
Who says there is no money to drink in the waist? Poetry and Fu are ashamed to call themselves authors, and many people say I am a fairy. If you have to do something difficult, don't lose an inch of your heart.
Sigh and sit on the yellow flower, but you are still drunk when you wake up. Is cinnabar a thousand-year-old medicine? The ointment on the temple is difficult to remove during the day.
The inscription behind him is selfish, and the puppet in front of him is dominated by him. Remember that floating life is a dream, and there must be an end in the end.
If you don't feel fine, don't meditate. Eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are tired. Life brush and poem brush, lace and willow edge.
Spring is old in the mirror, and lovers are in the same month before the lamp. Ten thousand games of happy drunkenness, the idle people in the world go to heaven.
Draw a red crown on a chicken's head, and walk in the future with Snow White. It didn't dare to cry all its life. When it was called, the door of every family was opened.
Autumn fan picture Qiu Lai fan collection, why are beautiful people sentimental? Please look at the world in detail. Who doesn't drive away the cold? No alchemy, no meditation, no ploughing for merchants. Write when you have time, sell when you have time, and there is no money on earth.
Who can draw chrysanthemums and yellow flowers without a master? On the winding path of the cold hedge. Try your best to buy powder, and pay for it all your life.
The last poem was born in death, and it's okay to die in hell! The dead and the dead are the same, you should only wander in a foreign land.
7. Poems about Tang Bohu: Taohuaan Song: Taohuawu Taohuaan, Taohuaan Taohuaxian.
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them. When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year. I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.
Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor. If wealth is better than poverty, one is underground and the other is in heaven.
If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields. I will sing a song about drinking in spring after the flowers, and I will sing a song about drinking before the flowers.
How many days can bloom live in the branches, and how can life be geometric in the world? Yesterday's flowers are better than today's, and today's flowers become autumn grass. Senior Hua was born last year, and this year people are older than last year.
Today, there is another bloom. See who it is tomorrow. Will it bloom today next year? Who knows today and next year? The weather is unpredictable, stormy and unpredictable. Don't pay for spring when the weather is uneven.
A good flower will never bloom, and a young man will never return. Life is not drunk before flowers, but life is dull when flowers smile.
Li Bai sang wine to the moon before, which can only be said in Li Bai's poems. Now that Li Bai has passed away, how long is the moon in the sky? Today, people are still singing Li Bai's poems, and the moonlight is still like Li Bai's poems; I think Li Bai can know Mingyue, Mingyue and Li Bai? Li Bai can make poems to nourish the spirit. I have a hundred cups of poems today.
Although I am ashamed that I don't have Li Bai's talent, I don't feel ugly. I don't go aboard, and I don't sleep.
There is a small house outside Gusu, with thousands of trees and peaches all over the sky. Life is 70 years old and below, except childhood and old age.
There is not much time in the middle, and there is frost and trouble. The flowers sang back and forth, eager to pour out all the golden jars.
The world can't make enough money, and neither can the officials of the court. Officials spend a lot of money and worry too much, and finally they are all on their own.
Twist your fingers in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the clock will send chickens at dusk until dawn. Please be careful in front of your eyes, and bury weeds every year.
How many graves are there in the grass? Nobody swept them for half a year. Sighing that a person's world is rich and magnificent, don't force it, but if you can't force it, it will be a shame.
Stretch your feet where you have them, and shrink your head when you have to. I can't stay here when my children and grandchildren don't have Fiona Fang.
Good morning, God. Don't worry about frying. Sighing that the world is forced by providence, why use a series of tricks? You are always satisfied with three meals a day and get a sail.
When everything is born, it will harm everyone. The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around.
Fifty years of talking and laughing, singing and dancing, sleeping among flowers. Who says there is no money to drink in the waist? Poetry and Fu are ashamed to call themselves authors, and many people say I am a fairy.
If you have to do something difficult, don't lose an inch of your heart. Sigh and sit on the yellow flower, but you are still drunk when you wake up.
Is cinnabar a thousand-year-old medicine? The ointment on the temple is difficult to remove during the day. The inscription behind him is selfish, and the puppet in front of him is dominated by him.
Remember that floating life is a dream, and there must be an end in the end. If you don't feel fine, don't meditate. Eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are tired.
Life brush and poem brush, lace and willow edge. Spring is old in the mirror, and lovers are in the same month before the lamp.
Ten thousand games of happy drunkenness, the idle people in the world go to heaven. Draw a red crown on the chicken's head, don't cut it, and walk in the white future.
It didn't dare to cry all its life. When it was called, the door of every family was opened. Autumn fan picture Qiu Lai fan collection, why are beautiful people sentimental? Please look at the world in detail. Who doesn't drive away the cold? No alchemy, no meditation, no ploughing for merchants.
Write when you have time, sell when you have time, and there is no money on earth. Who can draw chrysanthemums and yellow flowers without a master? On the winding path of the cold hedge.
Try your best to buy powder, and pay for it all your life. The last poem was born in death, and it's okay to die in hell! The dead and the dead are the same, you should only wander in a foreign land.
8. All Tang Bohu's poems about peach blossoms are "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" [Ming] Tang Yin (1).
Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian.
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.
Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom year after year.
I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.
Car dust and clues show things, and wine is hidden in snuff.
If the revealer is compared to a hermit, one is underground and the other is in heaven.
If we compare Hua San to horses and chariots, I will have no leisure.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.
"Peach Blossom Temple Song" [Ming] Tang Yin (2)
Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian;
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When I wake up, I just sit in front of the flowers, and when I am drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers;
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.
I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots;
Cars and horses are rich and interesting, and hops are poor.
If wealth is better than poverty, one is in the ground and the other is in the sky;
If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Don't (he) laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through;
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.
9. The poems about snow written by Tang Bohu are light red and slightly green to protect the heart.
Plum blossoms in the snow look at early spring
The first line to celebrate growth.
The cheerful leaves are full of breath and dry Kun.
The descendants of the dragon have a good life.
Ten minutes in Matouquan.
Shallow clear water reflects falling flowers
Xue ya xian ping Chu Shi Jia
I like dating and traveling.
Happiness comes spontaneously, Song.
The dream of the year before last
The horsehead sealed the morning glow as agreed.
When the mountains are shallow and sunny.
Snowflakes and plum blossoms are all over the inkstone.
I'm glad to see that fame will be far away
Long live Huan.
The dragon turned over the sea and the waves were rough.
Ma Zi is self-sufficient and thoughtful.
Some common crimson tree flowers.
Xuecaibingzi good woman
I'm glad you're complacent and super interesting.
Huan thick wine dizzy on the jade cheek.
The Hakka people on Longmen are
Prince Wu Houjia of Sagittarius
Let's see if we can use it.