Looking south of the Yangtze River Su Shi
The spring is not old yet, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. Try to look at it from the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers, thousands of homes covered with mist and rain.
After eating cold food, I will wake up and sigh. Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire, and enjoy poetry and wine while you are still in your prime.
Huanxisha Nalan Xingde
Who thinks of the west wind and the coolness alone, the rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and setting the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
On Qingming Day, I sent Wei Shiyu to be demoted to Qianzhou and Bai Juyi
On Qingming Day, the Sima family was depressed. Leave the glutinous rice and cold porridge, and put out the fire to make new tea. If you want to say goodbye, there will be no wine, but if you want to stay together, there will be flowers. Where to move south? This place is far away.
Chun Ji Shi Jianwu
There are thousands of flowers in the tea water, and a bottle of wine in the waiting pavilion. Still feeling lonely in the spring scenery, Luofu Taoist suddenly knocked on the door.
Sentence Shi Jianwu
The years are like throwing a shuttle, and it is impossible to live forever. The eyes are red, pour wine and look at it, and the heart of the medicine is smoked with green smoke. The crazy Chu guest songs are like snow, and the charming Wu Niang's smile is like salt. The purple cover of the lotus is turned over and the wave surface is shaken, and the green knife of Pu Ying is inserted into the water. The smoke sticks to the grass, the dragon's beard is soft, and the rain weighs down the banana and the phoenix's wings hang down. Tea is the purifier of troubles, and wine is the king of forgetfulness. He cares about the old man when he is hoeing medicine, and calls out the young man when he burns incense. The white rooster screams "Bin-Bin". Wutong was originally a Buddhist slave, dressed in green clothes and without a foot. There is an elixir in the sky that can help me heal the three levels. There is no one in the world who doesn’t love old age, and whatever they want is not life-saving. But when I look at the sun and the flowers, I feel sorry for them. The pond has already grown chicken head leaves, and the hedgerows have just begun to bloom. The way out is the boat, and the official is the slave. With a single word, I feel the warmth of my heart, and steal Qing'e under the sword. A father-in-law with green temples does not know sorrow.