A poem with foul language.

Li Bai's "Six Poems of Emotion"

Yao Ji heaven and earth female, Miao Chaoyun.

Wandering into the night dream, unintentionally to Chu Jun.

Embrace the autumn moon and leave Lanfen empty.

I don't know who measured it and passed it on to Song Yuwen.

There is Fu Fei in Lop, flying in the snow.

Light clouds blow the moon, clear and bright.

Xie Pei is going to the west, which is against her feelings.

Sweet dust moves socks, green water does not touch clothes.

Wang Chen acted as a fu, and was sworn with the goddess.

Lust hurts elegance, which is often laughed at by the world.

Split element holds a book and sends Wanli in his arms.

Leave the letter as soon as possible, but no one has come.

Follow Yang, but not live for me.

The commission is deep and the squid is rotten.

What's better than throwing yourself into the water and driving on others?

I don't care if others drive, but I'm afraid of causing trouble.

Fifteen immortals, the journey of immortals has never stopped.

Sitting in a place where the breeze is blowing, Sheng looks at the sea and the moon.

The jade boy in Xishan let me exercise my bones.

Want to chase Huang Hefei, call Pengque.

There are beautiful women and successful women in the west.

Xiao Yue's beautiful moth eyebrows made her laugh.

You can't escape, Tim's heart is like jelly.

I am often afraid that the color will be too late to be seen.

Andrew is a gentleman, flying in threes.

There are many Oracle bones and grass, and the grass is deep and thin.

Farmers are no different, and Gu Er will return to China.

I am always afraid that I will be in a hurry and suddenly take off with Qiu Peng.

Wu De recommended the ancestral temple to honor you.

Four Poems of Guan Xiu and Quasi-Qi Liang Idle

Grass grows when it rains at night, and old trees grow when it is cool.

It is better to talk about bamboo than to chew gold and wear jade.

Crickets crow against the wall to avoid sadness and embarrassment.

Taoist epiphyllum is excellent, and the mountains are green.

The fruit is ripe without low branches, and the fragrance enters the screen curtain.

The old friend didn't come for a long time, and the day lily left.

Kuyin Zhai looked even worse, being blown by the Chinese fir wind.

Alone on the lake, it's time to cook dew sunflower.

The red lotus root reflects the bream, and the pond shines alone.

The pool marks are gorgeous, and the rain gas increases and falls.

Shan Weng sent medicine, but luckily, she was ill in autumn.

Seventeen people were finally summoned, and incense was prepared in the clouds.

Cangzhou is born in the clear sky, and the residual clouds fall into the forest.

I don't know if I will come back after releasing the crane for a long time.

Support policies for Jiang Mei and Gao Jiang.

Self-pity is like a magpie circling branches.

Branches in the south and branches in the north are covered with sweaters.

"Send two or three confidants after returning to the forest"

I left the Chu River yesterday and wandered around the place a few years ago.

Although the poem is clear, people are thinner than before.

The coast is connected with Qiao Yue, and Sha Ting goes into bad territory.

When will you see it again? Laughing, drinking tea and smoking.

Guan Xiu's Eight Poems about Boating in Kuangshan in Late Autumn

In Cornus officinalis, Chu, Wuyin pear and chestnut boat.

When did you travel far without a fixed place and lie high?

The waves rolled leaves in succession and vanished.

Self-satisfied, Lu Yue depends on heaven.

Deep in the reed flowers, the fishing songs are long.

Although the heart recalls the past, the sails are like floating Hunan.

Stone otters hold fish white, while Mao Ting soaks waves yellow.

It doesn't hurt to be idle for a thousand miles

Leaving home outside the island, bamboo households open.

Huang Sang Shuangmagpie is very happy. Anyone will come during the day.

Water the autumn taro with waves and clean up the moss on the beach.

Looking back, I feel deeply ashamed, and my old job is good.

The vast expanse is green and the rivers are stacked.

I've never been there, so how about this one?

There are many sunsets in Shacun, and there are many water temples in western Western jackdaw.

He is like an angler, sitting alone on his temples.

At night, the park is boundless and the wind is light and the waves are urgent.

It is estimated that it is as loud as the sea and as dense as the forest.

The emperor has no lake, and the cold clam has pearls.

There is no need to ask about the future.

Jia Dao Island is fragrant, and Jiangbi is a Qingjiang River.

Who is almost like a bag, insatiable and careless.

The catfish was scared into the cave and burned the dolphins.

There is a dream of returning home, and Chu is in front.

Although the north and the south are uncomfortable, things are flat.

Xia Gensheng was born with stone chips, which is like a bad omen for Sha Ting.

Vast is red, slightly fishy.

Because considering Fan Li, it may also decline.

The morning light has passed, and the Yangtze River is in August.

Rain comes from the mountains and the shore is humble.

The wild land is dark and lonely.

It's the Qing Dynasty now, and it's too late to tell the truth.