It is said that the pool pavilion is better than the two rivers, and you should be drunk to meet the clouds.
I advise you to pick more long waist rice and break the spring in the pavilion.
Return to Program sent Wang back to Yunzhou.
Back in Xi, won't the world beg Hu Bugui?
Look at the north, it is flowing, look at the west, it is raining. Mustang's decision was sudden,
Fortunately, I didn't succeed Go south out of Pengcheng,
The sooner the better, the longer and more mountains. Overlooking the Huaihe River,
Surprise yesterday's right and wrong. Miss Dongpo's legacy,
Light is a thousand miles, heavy is a thousand miles. * * * On a sunny night in Tang Xue,
Take the afterglow of the bright moon for example. Zeng chicken and millet are not ripe,
Sigh at the empty room. I wear sleeves instead of staying,
The servants died at the door. Back and forth,
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. Why should we promote taxation?
South of Beijiang River and north of Nanjiang River.
There are people here and they are rich.
Who is the fat man, Pingdingshan under the sea? What can I eat without chaff?
If you don't try for a long time, the warmer, the more self-defeating.
I live in the wild waves of the world, and I listen silently.
Fei's son Mo Zhenwu is too anxious. I haven't seen him for a long time. I'm afraid of becoming a thief.
I want to leave for no reason, but I don't want to find He Wei.
I will treat him like a jade man, and I will treat him like a child.
"All-wise" is a gentleman's thought. The gentleman holds the Tao, and the danger is at stake, but the people think so. The foundation of Quan Ming has been exhausted, and Su Shi of Meishan is posing and writing "Quan Ming Si" to think about it.
Quan Ming Quan Ming, through the clouds.
Those who pull out bones repair bamboo, while those who steam clouds smoke.
The mountain is difficult to hide its strangeness, and the wild dares to hide its treachery.
Mauro Su Su, there were people in the past.
It is as high as a mountain and as clear as a spring.
Its heart is a treasure, and its way is a stone string.
There is no suntech in the world, and the moon sets underground.
The British name is Jiao Ran, Yang Tian.
The old silence, the new Juanjuan.
Thinking about that gentleman, my heart is hanging.
The grain birds are on the beach, and the rock flowers are dazzling.
Quanming Quanming can make me jump and jump.
Eight Scenes in Ganzhou and Eight Poems
Sit and watch the rushing stone building and have a good time.
Three rhinos steal the Qin satrap, and eight chants chat with Hou.
Eight Scenes in Ganzhou and Eight Poems
Tao Tou's lonely city strikes, bow before cold.
Tired passengers think infinitely, and lonely clouds are in Chang' an.
Eight Scenes in Ganzhou and Eight Poems
Piled in front of Baique Building, Yunling Road is open.
Old friends should be outside Qianshan, don't send plum blossom letters.
Eight Scenes in Ganzhou and Eight Poems
Deep in Zhu Lou, the sun is dim, and the soap cover comes back half awake.
At dusk, the fishing firewood is gone, and the green snail pavilion in Bixi.
Eight Scenes in Ganzhou and Eight Poems
Meditate in my spare time, and I am disappointed when I look at the jungle.
After becoming a Buddha, he did not teach spiritual luck, but made his ancestors follow the whip.
Eight Scenes in Ganzhou and Eight Poems
But looking at the dust from the outside, the infinite balcony is misty and rainy.
The scenery is charming to the back, just looking for the lonely tower owner.
Eight Scenes in Ganzhou and Eight Poems
Cloudy and misty fishing drum platform, the rain is half open.
I want to see Haicheng, Jianggong is Penglai.
Eight Scenes in Ganzhou and Eight Poems
The peaks are chaotic and uneven, and people outside the cloud know it well.
Who makes an empty mountain and a bright moon, and Woodenhead interprets poetry in the mountains.
Miss Aiyu's water in the cave, since she got two bottles, was afraid that she would take them back later, so she was regarded as an emissary. Because of the broken bamboo, the monk hid one of them, thinking it was an exchange of letters and calling it a water transfer symbol.
Bullying people has become a custom for a long time, and there is an agreement to seal the city.
Who knows that at the foot of Nanshan, taking water is also a symbol.
In ancient times, molecules and Bo were as bright as cranes and cranes.
I thank you for this today, but I don't care if there is a symbol.
I am often afraid of people who draw water. I am wise.
If you prevent more, you will pass, and if you abandon it, you will sigh.
Ankokuji Xunchun
I heard the spring breeze, and I began to look for flowers in Liucun.
The ancient temple in the south of the city is made of bamboo, with small chamber music and deep red.
Look at the flowers and sigh for the old, remember the young, and worry about the old for the wine.
A sick eye is not ashamed of mica disorder, but a strong tea smoke on the temples.
From a distance, in February, outside the King's City, Yu County's Hongfu flowers are like the sea.
Thin and slippery fog covers the new makeup, and the Atletico Madrid is noisy.
Poor Mr. Yuchuan. He has been drinking all his life and has no money.
After 90 days of illness in Chunfeng, I was alone in my arms.
An Guo zhi Yu
Old and lazy, I still want to take a bath.
It's not bad, but it's still annoying to bathe in the moon
The mountain city is full of firewood, and the kitchen smoke is full of soup.
Dirt can be geometric, but it is not bound.
Put on your clothes and sit in a small pavilion, smelling of bamboo.
My heart is sleepy and empty, and I cover a bed.
Don't just forget the filth and wash away the honor and disgrace?
Don't talk about it in silence, you should be familiar with this concept.
Poetry of the pavilion for the elderly
The pavilion under the bridge is nearby, and there is money on the lintel.
The city is particularly secluded, and the old man is only comfortable today.
After dinner, Xu Xing held the bamboo stick and sat firmly on the futon when he was tired.
Eye-catching can show the king's post, which is definitely better than the previous snow.
An Qisheng
Ann this counselor, Kuai Tong on weekdays.
Try to dry the double pupil, but you can't see the dragon.
You should be like Lu Zhonglian, spitting changhong in your hands.
It is better to be embarrassed than to wash in bed.
These are two big mistakes, but it is a legacy.
He was born in Lapras.
Better than swallowing cypress on an empty stomach?
Even if I don't die, I will be a servant.
Maoling autumn wind visitors, looking forward to the ancestors of ants and bees.
The sea is like melons, fruits and dates, and you can't smell it.
An Zhou Lao Shi ren mi ge
The hearts of the elderly in Anzhou are like iron, and the hearts of the elderly are like the tongues of children.
Eat honey instead of grain, and laugh at the bee as Tan Yue.
There are poets in the honey juice who don't know, and hundreds of flowers compete for posture.
The old man vomits when he chews, which also attracts stupid children all over the world.
Children's poems are like honey, and there is medicine in honey, which can cure all diseases.
Mr. Dongpo takes advantage of others, but few people like him and few people don't like him.
Just like drinking tea is sweet and bitter, it is better to eat honey with sweet taste.
Because you sent a cake to Ssangyong, the mirror is empty.
Water is like soup in March and June, and the old man's heart is like double Longjing.
On August 7th, I entered Jiangxi for the first time and crossed the beach of fear.
Seven thousand miles away, two hairy men, eighteen beaches and one leaf.
Yi Shan likes Lao Yuan's dream, and place names are afraid of crying.
Changfeng adds sail belly to Fujian, and the accumulated rain reduces stone scales to stand upright.
He became an official as a sailor and learned more about Tianjin in his life.
On August 17, I re-entered Wanghai Building, and the first chapter was published in the daily list. Yu and the examiner kept five songs.
Can't blame the clouds upstairs, there is a pile of flying paper in front of the building.
Unrelated words must be re-read, but they have not been put back by Jiangshan.
On August 17, I re-entered Wanghai Building, and the first chapter was published in the daily list. Yu and the examiner kept five songs.
Eyes dim, candlelight dim, oblique lines.
Don't be surprised if you lose your cup tomorrow. I knew it wouldn't be a snake.
On August 17, I re-entered Wanghai Building, and the first chapter was published in the daily list. Yu and the examiner kept five songs.
The chaotic mountains cover the dawn, and the beauty of sleep is cool at the beginning.
Last night, the drinker sighed repeatedly and decided to dream of Xing Wu.
On August 17, I re-entered Wanghai Building, and the first chapter was published in the daily list. Yu and the examiner kept five songs.
Who is the cinnamon fragrance on the rooftop for? Tired of listening to empty orders, the night is cold.
Thanks to the Ming dynasty, the tide is there, and thousands of people are vying for new makeup.
On August 17, I re-entered Wanghai Building, and the first chapter was published in the daily list. Yu and the examiner kept five songs.
Autumn flowers are not dazzling red, but solitary boats.
The drizzle was cold and Jin Ju was not taught to grow Artemisia.
On August 17, Tianzhu Mountain sent osmanthus flowers and sent elements.
The moon is short of frost, thick and dry. This flower belongs to Yutang Xian.
On the eve of Jiu Feng's son's death, the branches of the toad cave were empty to remember the past years.
The monk who broke the mountain pitied Geng Jie, and practiced skirts to fight Qing Yan.
I hope the public will pick you up, admire you, and don't send you to the old river bank.
On the evening of August 10, I watched the moon with my pregnant son Cui.
Mr. Wan Qiu was dissatisfied and laughed at Lao Cui's poverty and cleverness.
When I come back at midnight, I can see the coffin in the shade of Cooper.
Last year, I held an alfalfa dish once, and the wine in Fujian was as red as Dan at night.
This year, I still watched it last month, and Lu Leng knew that Fan was from a distance.
If you plant a hectare of beans, you will know that if it rains, it will fight.
You can drink more than Wang Jiang.
See the five wonders of the tide on August 15.
I know the jade rabbit is round, and it has been frosty in September.
The message is that the door is closed and the key is closed, and the night tide stays on the moon.
See the five wonders of the tide on August 15.
Wu Nong, a noisy man, is still a old boys floating in the river.
You know how high the tide is, and the mountains are muddy in the waves.
See the five wonders of the tide on August 15.
Riverside has a long history and has been with Cang Bo for a long time.
Genesis also knows that people get old easily, so it teaches the river to flow west.
See the five wonders of the tide on August 15.
I grew up in a lofty garden, making use of my life and not feeling sorry for myself.
If Donghai has a clear idea, it should be taught to turn brine into mulberry fields.
See the five wonders of the tide on August 15.
Hebo, the river god, had two chickens, and Hai Ruo was angry from the east.
Andrew Chashui rhinoceros hand, 3000 strong crossbows shoot low tide.
Eight moraines
The flat sand is endless, as if you saw a stone.
On the other side of the river, sand and water are gnawing at the years.
Kong Ming has been dead for a long time. Who can tell the grade?
The magic weapon must be learned, and there has been no trick since ancient times.
When people have realized it, future generations will talk nonsense.
Since the decline of the Han dynasty, bees have risen to the peak.
Heroes are incompatible, and disasters cannot last long.
Drive the people out of the city, without smoke and blood from wild rivers.
Ten thousand people bet on football and kill people like snow.
If you don't make a long-term plan, you often can't.
Kong Ming finally got up and wanted to eliminate evil.
Rough things are temperate, and they can endure for a long time.
Ambition leads to pedantry and time flies.
The sixth division is not finished, and once the heroic spirit is broken.
There are only eight arrays left, and they have been strong and chivalrous since ancient times.
Postscript of Jiang Junbi's class book
The sky is foggy, and cooking is like a car cover.
Coagulation is not instantaneous, polonium is dispersed.
Thunder and fire, trees and elk are broken.
If the yin is empty, it will be exhausted.
You can't see it in Japan and China.
Move and take it, and the wild is endless.
Postscript Five Xu Xi Apricot Flowers Collected by Uncle Wang Jinshu
Xie Jia, the romantic king of Jiangzuo, brought calligraphy and painting to the end of the world.
However, because of the darkness of the plum rain, Xu Xi's ink drops were washed away.
After Xuzhou, I went to Nanjing and immediately wrote five songs.
The government and the people don't help, and the songs don't swallow.
My life is like sending an ear. I'd rather be alone.
Parting is everywhere, and sorrow and trouble love knots.
And I'm ungrateful. Whose responsibility is this?
Wait a minute, the whip is cut.
There are two stone men by the roadside, and I have seen several catching heads.
When you know, you should laugh and caress your palm and crown.
After Xuzhou, I went to Nanjing and immediately wrote five songs.
When the elders come, the flowers turn red.
Please let your husband live before you wash the lamp and worship the horse.
There was no monarch the year before last, and both fish and turtles became children.
Give the whip to thank the elders, you are poor.
The life of the poor is divided into evil, what they want is fierce.
It's not my fault that the water came and went.
After Xuzhou, I went to Nanjing and immediately wrote five songs.
The ancient border people came from the west to welcome me to Nanjing.
Go east to Huaisi and take me to the southeast.
I'll see you later, and there are feelings.
The spring rain rose microwave and arrived in Pengcheng overnight.
After I went downstairs, Zhu Lan flashed *.
Poor Hong Shangshi, who listens to the sound of the moon?
After Xuzhou, I went to Nanjing and immediately wrote five songs.
I went to Nanjing the year before last, and the old cherry was ripe.
Today, in the old place, cherry wheat is half yellow-green.
Years are like yesterday, and personnel have been repeated several times.
Blue is always engaged in it, it is never stable.
Read the three guards and welcome them as a hub.
Tian She, I have predicted when I will return to farming.
After Xuzhou, I went to Nanjing and immediately wrote five songs.
River Market in Butian Lane, Shifoshan South Road.
There are two Sichuan, thousands of border planting japonica rice.
The mountain spring house is full of dragons and the ground is frosty.
An acre of land is close to escape at different times.
You will solve the problem when you die, and you will sell your sword to buy tools nearby.
Therefore, the mountain is not pregnant, and the house is abandoned.
I'm afraid of Tongxiang people, and I'm afraid of the tomb of Zhong Qing in Changci.
Baidimiao
The north wind rushed into the canyon. Where did it go?
* * * refers to Cangshan Road, coming to Bai Di Temple.
This barren city is covered with autumn grass, and old trees and vines hang low.
The mighty Jingjiang River is far away, and Monday is sad.
Ask about customs later, and weep for the rise and fall of Benjamin.
The old country is still there, how can the adherents know?
While calling the police, Wancheng held a banner.
Far from swallowing Korea for the first time, the ambition is in vain.
Rough to the wild temple, sensitive ink was ashamed.
Steamed wheat, long singing bamboo branches.
Han Jing is really a strong man, and Wu Zhu is a teacher.
Although miscalculation is out of reach, it is amazing to work out the king.
Emperor Yu Yu, with the lintel on.
Bai Hefeng's new house is about to get married. In the dead of night, Zhai Xiucai is next to it. Two songs.
Lin Hang's husband's family was closed from the beginning, while Zhai Fuzi's family was still closed.
Lianjuan lacks the moon, and the new home is misty and green after dusk.
Boring battles have no water, while sad battles have swords and mountains.
In the north of the Central Plains, the sun does not return, and the neighboring fire village returns.
Bai Hefeng's new house is about to get married. In the dead of night, Zhai Xiucai is next to it. Two songs.
Bi Zhuo prevents stealing wine between jars, and Kuang Heng doesn't light a lamp behind the wall.
To dig a 100-foot well in Pingjiang, it is necessary to distinguish a pot of ice in summer.
Zuo Qing may be a returning crane, and he will go to Ningfei to be a monk.
Don't look for Wang Can's house another day. I never dreamed of going back and forth.
In the new residence of Baiheshan, the well is dug for 40 feet, and when it meets the stone, it is a spring.
The sea country is sleepy and steaming, and the new home is cold.
It is easier to sleep here than to work here.
However, the road to bitter river is steep, and I often feel ashamed.
I was troubled by four husbands, Qian Shan Wanshui.
I have to find my foot in ten days, and there is a bluestone rock below.
The fire is breaking out all day. When can I see the rings?
Enriching me with mashed potatoes is good for your spine and drilling.
Sometimes the rocks are exhausted, but I never stop.
Fortunately, the loess can be restored.
Snow milk in the morning bottle, ice turbulence in the evening urn.
I was born perfect, so it's not difficult.
A spoonful is also a gift, how happy the arm is.
Zhongshan, Bai Heming, feels the sea.
The crane sounds pitiful, and the flamingo sounds hateful.
The crane can't recruit, and the flamingo can't wave away.
Chang Song died of filth because of flamingos.
Road flyover Beishan said: What am I happy about?
Evil people hate themselves. Why am I angry?
Go to the ear. Why should I drive after it?
From Lyle, why don't I refuse?
Do I hate noise and seek silence? Am I good at dancing instead of being a vegetarian?
If you tell me to die, I have nothing to rely on.
We sat in the shade and exposed ourselves.
Baishui Mountain Buddha Trace Rock
Who keeps Penglai and loses the left copy in the middle of the night?
If the floating mountain squats, it suddenly shows its feathers.
Roots and plants are interrelated, and cliffs compete for throughput.
Magic comes from the furnace and the liquid phase is repaired.
Up to now, there has been a gap, and thousands of pieces of milk have flowed out.
At the end of the party, the skillful craftsman will bring the moon axe.
The emperor is divided and vented, and the mountain bones are drunk.
The peaks are still open and closed, and the valleys are still dancing.
The sea breeze blows before it condenses, and the ancient Buddha comes to lay weapons.
At that time, Wang Gang's family did not cover their thumbs.
Although the violet is invisible, it hasn't rained for a long time.
Ten percent off Shuangliu, ten thousand horses beating drums.
Running thunder splashes jade and snow, and pools boil water.
The diving scale is hungry, and the tail is thirsty for tigers.
After I got drunk, I talked about drama.
Return air hails, and the surface is swept by strong crossbows.
Mountain gods are not evil dramas, and micro-life safety bets.
I want to grow old in this mountain, so be careful not to get tired.
The stream turns into spring wine, and the host and guest are together.
When connecting green bamboo poles, irrigate Huangjing Garden.
Baitapu Ma Xie
In contrast, the sun shines through the gap.
The late silkworms in the state of Wu broke their leaves at the beginning, and the flea rice in Zhancheng wanted to move seedlings.
All the way to the river, people are anxious, and Ran Ran is full of flowers and horses.
From a bird's eye view, my hometown is deep in the white clouds.
Two Poems of Baibuhong
The long flood bucket jumped into the waves, and the canoe went south like a shuttle.
The navy never calls the geese up, and the rocks line up.
It's like the rabbit goes and the eagle falls, and the horse bets on thousands of feet.
The broken string leaves the column and the arrow is released, and the flying electric ball is overturned.
The four mountains were dazzled, and the wind swept through their ears, but they saw a thousand foam whirlpools.
Water under the bridge.
My life goes by day and night, and I feel more sitting than Silla.
Do you believe that thorns bury bronze camels in drunken dreams?
I feel like I've lost a thousand pitches. Look back at the water.
Look at Cang Shi on the edge of the rock. Since ancient times, eyes have been like bees' nests.
But because of this, there is nothing to live in, although the creation is sailing like me.
Go back to the boat, get on the horse and go home, and talk about what the teacher said.
Two Poems of Baibuhong
Beauty doesn't want to flirt with her, and girls have to speak out against the shuttle.
Buy a smile in a canoe and paddle your shoulders when you are drunk.
Don't be like the chivalrous man in Chang 'an, mink and fur walk on the rouge slope at night.
The only poem to be written is Bao Xie, and He * * * was adopted by Qiu Jiang and Holland.
I don't know what the poem says, but I feel a little vortex on my cheek.
When I went upstairs in yellow, I sat and saw the fairy's first inclination to the river.
Back to the valley, the flute is full and the moon is bright.
Why don't you leave me in the dust and disturb the camel lying in Mao Qun?
Who will be like a snake if you don't miss your old illness?
Come to the flood to see the ruins, but you can't bear to see the tusk moss.
When a poem turns into tears, it is only a sheep that is sad.
I want to send a beautiful woman a brocade letter, and there is no one at night.
cypress
There are many rare trees in the old garden, and cypresses are like reeds.
You prisoners have no fun and can't watch it for a hundred days.
When the time comes to glue, I can't stand it.
Who planted it in those days? It had fewer teeth than me.
Looking up at the ashes, I read a lot.
You should meet General Li, who dares to take the world by storm.
Baijiadu
Baijiadu is about to set in the west, and apes and birds are enjoying themselves on the green hills.
I want to look at Wuyun because of the new moon and see Nanyue hanging Beidou from afar.
A dream for forty years, the ancients did not die.
Who speaks when the hut is depressed, and the sweet wind blows through Baiping House.
Bai Shi tu Shi
Between two stones, it is fate.
Although the cloud is difficult, it will die with the stone.
Hanzi likes people and loves the beauty of the land.
The soil paste sticks to the soil, making it a bad geometric ear.
If you look at this tooth, is there any reason to move it?
The Black Dragon turned to jade bone, and Hei Hu won the gold medal.
Calligraphers are also very cute, which makes my hair stand on end.
When I am disappointed, I long for Chinese characters.
Baitang
A few years before the Taoist race, the crane bones and dragon tendons were still natural.
Double dry materialized first, and look at the peaceful years of the nine dynasties and three dynasties.
Suddenly I was surprised that the structure of China came out of the rock, and there were begging and reconciliation names everywhere.
This cypress is not withered, so you can remember it. If you talk to Hinayana Zen, you will be discouraged.
Banshanting
Climbing the mountain is magnificent, and the lotus peak is too flashy.
The red sun rises and the white clouds hang low.
In the middle of the month, pines and cypresses are old, and apes cry outside.
After the Zen master finished singing, he was fascinated through the ages.
March 2006 1 1 day, Banyue, Shi, Liu, Bao, Zheng Jiahui and Su Gu were traveling together.
Please take a day off to visit Yuequan.
Who waved his hand and broke the water?
Mo Bao Pavilion
The Goose Classic has not changed in Yin Shan, but the inscription of the crane is circulated in Beijing.
Natural and unrestrained fairy came to the county, romantic satrap opened the pavilion.
Two pieces of jade pistil dust were first washed, and the four-body silver hook marks Shang Qing.
I stayed in the pool for a long time, hoping to see the legacy soon.
Baoshan sleeps during the day.
Seven feet is stubborn, but ten feet is naive.
There is nothing in it, just a few hundred people.
Bei GUI ling du Ji Zi you
The fragrant plums between the pine tree and the feet were planted by Mr.
When you smile, there is nothing, but your hand is empty and you are holding a crutch.
Guang Zhi, the owner of Beishan, came back from the capital and came back after the deadline. He visited his ancestors with no regrets, because he stayed in Jingtang and Zhuhe.
Sweep the bamboo in front of the hall, and the white clouds will go in autumn.
I don't know my fate, but I can't have a gentleman for a day.
Guang Zhi, the owner of Beishan, came back from the capital and came back after the deadline. He visited his ancestors with no regrets, because he stayed in Jingtang and Zhuhe.
Lu Jinghe lives alone in Zhuxuan in front of the hall.
There are infinite things in my heart, and I can't hate you.
bass
This was handed down from the early Tang Dynasty, and no monument was left after the chaos.
Those who fear tigers close their doors early, and those who fear tigers close their doors late.
The mountain spring is in the urn, and the wild osmanthus is difficult to cook.
If you believe in beauty for a long time, you must first learn to endure hunger.
North Temple Wukong Zen Master Tower
Has made the world like dust, floating in the dream.
Is it more different to be a dragon face? You should only use your eyes to know nature.
Beiyuan
There are many rivers and mountains, and I have since returned home.
The vegetation in Beiyuan depends on your problem. Can you tell me whether it depends on me in another year?
Borrowing wine alone, I traveled all over Ziyun Weihui, only to know Li Sijia, Trilogy.
Half-awake and half-drunk, Zhu Li was fascinated step by step.
But looking for the cow found the way home, which is in the west of the cowshed.