From Sun Yuanzhong's Beggar Cat - A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Cai Zhao
The kitchen is empty and the rats are hungry, gnawing at the autumn curtains all night long.
The rotten scholar's livelihood is just a yellow scroll, begging for cicadas and holdings.
Pity the cat to show its inner feelings - a complete poem of the Song Dynasty - written by Chen
The black flower has a cicada in its title, and it has been a beast for several years now.
Catching, seizing, and running are the best, and cunning is the key to success.
Cut off the beetles and divide them into sleeping mats to sleep on.
The master came out recently and Izuku’s kitchen was smoke-free.
There are only a few mice in the house, so we have to talk to ourselves every now and then.
If you don’t just call out to the neighbor’s wife, you would rather be hungry than salivate.
The night is cold and there is no shelter for the body, but the stove and cave are peaceful and peaceful.
The hair is gray and dusty, and the coat color is not old and fresh.
When the master comes back, he walks around the room like he is complaining about grievances.
Others may not understand, but the master should understand and pity him.
It's so disgusting, I hate that person's fist.
Just sit there and relax, scolding and whipping.
Don’t miss the past and love it, but hate the present.
Originally it was the same thing, but the color changed and the love changed.
It’s like a cat, but it’s not like a cat.
When people are free as a couple, their affection is rarely complete.
When they were young and beautiful, they were entangled in each other's hearts.
Her white hair hangs down, and she looks both ugly and beautiful.
I am a human being who has ears to listen to my words.
Life is rare, how long can you have peace of mind?
Don't use it as a private thief or as a roommate to fight against each other.
When raising a case and raising eyebrows, you should be like Meng Guangxian.
If the chaff does not leave the hall, it should be shouldered by Song Hong.
Otherwise, if I just suffer myself, what good will it do to me.
I give it to my wife to read, and I hope I won’t be embarrassed when I smile.
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Like a tiger, it can get along with trees, and like a horse, it cannot fall on the horse.
But it is an empty mouse hole and has no intention of becoming a fish meal.
The mint is always drunk, and the water is warm every night.
In my previous life, I was an old boy who accompanied me in my old mountain village.
Giving a cat - a complete poem of the Song Dynasty - Lu You
Wrapped in salt to welcome the little raccoon slave, he will protect the mountain house with thousands of books.
I feel ashamed that my family is poor and my talents are poor. I am cold and have no blanket to sit on and eat without fish.
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The humble house is bullied by the sharp rats, and the raccoon slaves have great achievements despite their small tricks.
Don’t be surprised at how hard you strangled your throat. You should remember the time when you were drunk.
Butterflies love flowers in Qinguan
Purple swallows fly together in the quiet courtyard. The quilt pillow is in the gauze kitchen, and you feel as sweet as if you are sick when you sleep. A line of green smoke lingers in the caisson. The little servant girl makes tea and drinks Longxiang Cake.
Brush the water chestnut flowers and look into the precious mirror. The jade fingers are slender, twisting the saliva to tease the clouds on the temples. I leisurely folded the pomegranates and crossed the green path. Snow cats play with the shadows of flowers in the wind.
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When Chuan Yu hires a new cicada, people say that raccoon flowers are worth the money.
In the old days, there were many animals and there was no need to catch them. Now that we have this, we have peace of mind.
The shadows of peonies play in the morning painting, and the scent of mint makes you drunk.
But he knows how to breathe, and his voice is both hateful and pitiable.
Late Spring - Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - Shen Shuo
At the beginning of the swallow's wings, the pond is full of dry grass, and when the mulberry shade has harvested all the wheat.
One spring event became a dream again, and for a few days I was so worried that I gave up my poems.
He tried many medicines to treat his illness, and it was too late to wipe his sleepy eyes and read a book.
Standing leisurely and alone against the railing, a raccoon slave lies under the flowers.
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I respect you and beg the little raccoon dog. The girl has already done the wedding ceremony first.
Since I miss the high pillow on my bed at night, I want to protect the old books in the mountain house.
When someone is hired, he will wrap the salt in a bamboo slipper, and he will never eat without fish.
The flowers are everywhere in spring, and it is the second month when silkworms are sleeping.