"Sending Sun Sheren back to Xiangzhou" Liang Zhi
Shengcai is the most important person in the world, and the Qing Dynasty returned to the Manchu Dynasty. He plans his year as a falcon, and it is for the mandarin duck to fly on this day. Moving side by side, the sun is approaching, and the head of resistance is leaving the suburbs. In order to repay the clear water of Zhangshui, it clearly shines on the brocade clothes.
"Two Poems on a Painting Monk" by Zhang Hu
People on the other side have strong bones and high feelings, and a cup of water will spread across the sea. Monk Yi is in the Qingliu category again, but he is afraid that he was Xu Xun in his previous life. The neck is thin, the shoulders are long, and the eyes are green. Hanlin personally praised the tiger head for its power. He keeps silent all year round and sees what he wants, as if he has attained Zen and entered the Mahayana.
"Shu Yuan Deer" Wei Yingwu
The wild nature is difficult to keep, and it has been played for many years. The Qi Ban begins to be strong, but the Qi Jiao is already pale. I raise my head to chew willows in the garden, and bend down to drink from the clear spring. If you see people in their spare time, they will jump up and down. This beast has a high appearance, which is comparable to other beasts. Not allowed to travel to the mountains and rivers, Miao Chongcheng is pitiful.
"Three Poems on Zhezhi" by Xue Neng
With three hundred thousand soldiers in the same camp, they beat the drums and attacked the Western Qiang. The blood of war sticks to the autumn grass, and the dust stirs up the sunset. The people who came back didn't know him, and he was only in military uniform. The hanging army conquered Tuojie, and the inland was separated from Xiaoguan. The sun shines on Kunlun, and the sound of wind blows in the desert. Why should there be tens of thousands of cavalry, and the two masters will return? On a successful day, the spring breeze blows in the sky. On the balcony of the new residence, little Chanjuan sings and dances. The rush is swaying, and the shirt is half off the shoulders.
"The Old Man with Broken Arms in Xinfeng - Jiebian Gongye" Bai Juyi
The old man in Xinfeng is eighty-eight years old, and his temples, eyebrows and beard are all like snow. Xuanzang helped him walk towards the store, his left arm resting on his shoulder and his right arm broken. I asked him how many years it had been since his arm was broken, and also what caused it. Weng Yunguan belonged to Xinfeng County, and he was born in the Holy Dynasty without fighting. He is accustomed to listening to the music of opera singers and pipes, but does not recognize flags, guns, bows and arrows. There is no Tianbao big recruitment, there are only a few households. Where can I go? I will travel thousands of miles to Yunnan in May. I heard that there is Lushui River in Yunnan, and when the pepper flowers fall, miasma smoke rises. The large army waded through the water, and less than ten people died. From the south of the village to the north of the village, people cry and mourn, saying farewell to their fathers, mothers, husbands and wives. It is said that those who conquered the barbarians before and after, tens of millions of people marched without a single return. It was the twenty-fourth year of Weng's year, and his name was included in the ultimatum from the Ministry of War. Late at night, not daring to let anyone know, I secretly broke my arm with a big stone. Zhang Gong and fluttering flags are all unbearable. From now on, Yunnan is exempted from the conquest. The broken bones and tendons are not without pain, and I want to return to my hometown. This arm has been broken for sixty years, and although one limb is useless, the whole body is gone. It has been a windy, rainy, cold night so far, and I am so painful that I can’t sleep until dawn. I can't sleep in pain, but I have no regrets in the end, and I am glad that I am alone now. Otherwise, in Lu Shuitou at that time, the body and the soul would not be recovered. I should be like a ghost visiting my hometown in Yunnan, crying at the mass grave. Listen to what the old man says. You don't hear that Song Kaifu, the prime minister of Kaiyuan, doesn't reward the border troops and guard against aggression. I didn't hear that Yang Guozhong, the prime minister of Tianbao, wanted to be favored and make side contributions. If you have not accomplished your merits, you will be resented. May I ask the old man with broken arms in Xinfeng?
"Sending Guo Zhongcheng and his Imperial Servant to the Longyou Jiedu Envoy Thirty Yun" Du Fu
The imperial edict was issued to Xishan generals and to garrison Longyou soldiers in autumn. The remaining parts of the song are desolate, and the sounds of the old family are prominent. The eagle owl takes advantage of the opportunity to go, and the Hua Liu patron calls. Difficulties require the best strategy, and easy means the future. When the sun sets, the canopy is covered, and the high wind blows. The pine trees are sad, the sky is cold, the water is cold, the sand is chaotic and the snow-capped mountains are clear. The prisoners still cherish the favor and do not dare to be surprised when guarding the border. It comes from ancient times in foreign lands, and it shows calmness and special expedition. The swallows and thistles rushed to seal the pigs, and Zhou and Qin were shocked by the whales. The Central Plains is so miserable and desolate, and the remaining evil is still rampant. The arrows entered Zhaoyang Palace, and the bamboo sticks chanted in the thin willow camp. The wife weeps with red sleeves, while the prince walks in white. Chenji and the stars are moving, and the murderous energy in the garden and mausoleum is calm. When the empty golden bowl comes out, there is no more tassels and the curtain is light. Rain fell from the sky when the temple was destroyed, and the palace was set on fire. The 罘罳 falls toward the sun, and the 憆桷 falls together at night. In the third month, when the divisions are more than full, the barbarians will be in trouble. The devastated people join the battle, and the bravery is crowned. In the Miaoyu period, he was the prime minister of Yuan Dynasty, and he was very kind and distinguished. When will I return to the Jie Yue and sweep the gun with all my strength? Guidou has three thousand men and seventy cities on the ladder. Shame is not a lobbyist of Qi, but just like the students of Lu. Tong Ji is a member of Weiban'an, and Zhou Xing sits alone in glory. The shoulders tend to be engraved, and the short hair is decorated with hairpins. I want to rely on Liu Biao, but I still doubt and hate Ni Heng. As the farewell fades away, I can only bear my tears with emotion. Foxes are talking in ruined towns, and tigers and leopards are fighting in empty villages. People often fall into disgrace, how can you forget your sincerity? The marshal introduced new laws, and the former army suppressed the old capital. Anbian is still a follower, and he should not take any posthumous fame.
"Three Poems of Bicheng" by Li Shangyin
The twelve windings of Bicheng are rhinoceros to ward off the dust and jade to ward off the cold. There are many books in Langyuan with cranes attached to them, and there are no trees or luan in the women's bed. Stars sinking to the bottom of the sea can be seen from the window, and rain crossing the river source can be seen from across the seat. If the dawn pearl is clear and determined, it will grow on the crystal plate. The shadows and sounds are already pitiful, and the lotus leaves in the jade pond are in full bloom. When Xiao Shixiu looked back, he saw Hongya patting his shoulder again. The purple phoenix holds Chu Pei in its arms, and its red scales dance wildly to pluck the Xiang string. Mr. E looked sadly at the night in the boat, sleeping alone with embroidered quilt and burning incense. When Chinese Valentine's Day comes, there is a date for it, and the curtains of the wedding room are still hanging down. The moon is like a rabbit's new soul, and the iron net coral has no branches. Jian and Shenfangjiao were stationed in the scene, and collected the phoenix paper to write about lovesickness. Emperor Wu's internal biography is clearly there, but the world of people always doesn't know about it.
"Taibai Hu Monk Song" Cen Shen
I heard that Hu Monk was in Taibai, and Lan Ruo was three hundred feet away. As soon as he reaches the middle peak of Langga, it is difficult for the world to see but hear the bell. There are two tigers on the tin stick by the window, and a dragon hidden in the alms bowl under the bed. The straw clothes are neither stitched nor threaded, and her ears are drooping, shoulders and eyebrows are covering her face. When the monk was young, he learned that he had been planting green pine trees for ten miles. The mind is as pure as the flowing water, and the body is as pure as the floating clouds. The old man from Shangshan has known him before, and he is willing to meet him at first sight. I don't know that there are monks in the mountains, but the sky in the city looks dark.
"Gift to Li Zhishi" Fang Qian
When the medicine is completed, Pingdi is Liotian, the youngest among the thirty people. Bai Xue came under the chariot with vibrating sound, and Qingyun opened the way to the bed. The ministers who are close to the position should have their feet raised, while the talents of Xun and Song Dynasty can only pat their shoulders. The first-class Confucians are disciples, and the foolish Confucians return to their fields alone.
"In response to the imperial edict and mocking the beautiful girl in the department" by Yu Shinan
I have not yet completed the painting of crow yellow, and the drooping shoulders and sleeves are too silly. Although I am naive, I am cherished by the king. I grow a bunch of flower branches and walk beside the chariot.
"Huichang Spring Banquet" Bai Juyi
On the cold eclipse day of the first year, it was already late spring. There are three families of chickens and millet, and there are two festivals of orioles and flowers. The light and wind are beginning to waver, and the beautiful scenery is gradually becoming more beautiful. The hairpins are arranged on the orchid pavilion, and the carriages and carriages are by the water.
The sound of pines adds to the music, and the color of grass helps to prepare the feast. The sparrow boat should be leisurely, and the conch cup can be spread freely. The vegetables in the garden are fragrant with dew, and the willows in the kitchen hide smoke. Beautiful sentences are as elegant as pearls, and clear conversation is better than orchestral music. The streets are noisy, the golden distances are fighting, the trees are moving and colorful ropes are hanging. The young girls wear bright makeup and the wandering boys wear fresh clothes. The fragrance of the garden reminds me of the seeds, and the warmth of the pond reminds me of the blooming lotus. The strange rocks and clouds are suspicious, and the young peach fire is about to burst into flames. I am afraid of losing my joy, even though I am drunk, I do not want to sleep. Xiao Ao lives in this world and follows the immortals on earth. The swallows salivate when they come, and the geese go away tiredly. It is my business to enjoy myself, and I am the first to seek fragrance. He stayed in the Zhou Dynasty and was ashamed of Taishi, and entered Luo to follow the sages. In the past, there was much hatred and separation, but now there is equal joy and laughter. Illness still accompanies banquets, and old age is always around. Looking forward to the Qingyun guest, the first year of love is deep. After tasting the delicacies, Xu entered the painting hall. The dancing sleeves turn over the red torch, and the singing servant girl puts on the precious cicada. If you break gold, you will be grateful; if you rely on jade, you will delay. When discussing history, Yan Yan’s notes are discussed, and when discussing poetry, Zheng Jian is laughed at. The pines and varnishes remain unchanged when they are cold, and the glue and paint become stronger when they are cold. Xing accompanied Wang Xundai, and he was honored to be with Wei in Yan. Throwing Lu and exaggerating, engraving candles to fight becomes a chapter. The actual skills are all excellent, but the false reputation is unworthy of Liulian. He is still raising his voice when he is excited, but he is still thinking about mysteries when he speaks quietly. What’s more, it’s a good time to return home, the moon is round and graceful.
"He Wu Chushi's Inscription on the Wall of the Village" by Li Xianyong
After reading about the scenery of his hometown, he returned home with a burning heart. My home is close to Bi Zhang, and the small threshold pillows Qingchuan River. The lonely garrison is far away from the rain cage, and the setting sun cuts off the smoke. The sand is empty and the traces of tigers are left, and the water collects the saliva of dragons. The sweet tea is extracted from the stone spring. Patrol the chestnut trees in the frosty morning, and explore the fishing boats in the windy night. The fish in the sun show its belly, and the herons stand shoulder to shoulder. The chessboard is clean and the stones are clean, and the wine is surrounded by wild flowers. The tool used is a hoe for profit, and the family only uses bamboo to make money. The rice is as fragrant as the cooked beans, the soup is warm and the pine trees are fried. The ducks hide their feet while sleeping on the island, and they climb the vines and freeze their fists. The light grass cries and fights pheasants, and the song twigs whistle and the cold kites roar. The fruits of hawthorn and pears are astringent in autumn, and the bamboo shoots and ferns are fresh in the morning. Clothing coops are left in the cold pavilion, and mats and grass are planted in idle fields. The vertebrae are in a bun and carry the pay of the shop, and the brows are thick in recognition of the new year. Wear a hat to frighten the eagle, and drive the calf away with a whip. Don't attach importance to officials in society, always respect food as heaven. The valley is deep and covered with green mist, and the peaks are far apart and surrounded by white clouds. Every time I recall the dream of Guanhun, I always praise and express my love and compassion. I read the sentences on the wall of your book to seduce me into writing.