Yang Xian's Nineteen Miscellaneous Poems on Mingpo
Tang Lu Xi sheng
February Mountain Home Grain Rain Day,
Banpo fragrant tea dew Hua Xian.
Spring wine quenches thirst,
Cherish frying with new shoots.
Send Zhang Jianfeng from Xuzhou back to town.
Tang Lishi
The priest's care is heavy,
It's time to show your talents.
Feng Xuan from Huaihua,
Give me the title of Fan Wei.
Enter the pilgrimage to show distant love,
Lin Xuan comfort.
Loyalty is in the heart,
Words of gratitude.
Serve the country,
Understanding others is capital.
The feast never ends,
The horses and chariots should be returned.
Grain Rain will wait,
Spring is not too late.
Don't be thousands of miles away,
And the cloud doesn't know itself.
China peony
Don Wang Zhenbai
Peony is a pet in spring.
I once envied peony.
Wheat autumn can last for several days,
Grain Rain is only slightly cold.
Jealousy is common,
Exquisite makeup reveals.
Furong huansha companion,
Long hate separates waves.
Regarding the sacred system of peace, this system should be formulated.
Don Cui Guo Fu
Yuan was in the middle of Qin Dynasty,
My king went upstream.
Jin Tongyuan of Lu 'an in Ming Dynasty,
Don't go to Zhou Fang.
The official column of 1000 herons,
Ichthyosaurs are full of tricks.
Spring peach blossoms are coming to an end.
Grain Rain will collect it at night.
Congratulations to Yao Zun,
Li Chu is very happy.
What is right to do with poetry,
Make a cover for the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
Visit Jinghu Lake with Cui 2 1, deliver packages, and congratulate Ergong.
Tang Meng Hao ran
Try to see Mirror Lake,
Midway to the end.
I don't know the taste of perch,
But knowing seagulls and birds.
Sails are brought by firewood and wind,
It is sunny in Grain Rain in spring.
Will explore Yu Xia's point of view,
A little behind the city.
There are steamed buns at home,
The article pushes congratulations to students.
Canglang sings after drunkenness,
So it makes the same sound.
The day after Grain Rain's birthday, there was another poem that rhymed with it.
Don
Flowers are more powerful than flowers and incense,
Take a walk in the suburbs and talk about flying.
Spring in the pot never grows old,
Small white and light red low walls.
Pingchou is green, wheat and autumn are near,
The old farmer's intentions are overwhelming.
We were lucky to have a full meal,
Looking for the fragrance of bamboo slips.
In my spare time, I feel that the days of spring are longer.
The wine is as hot as an ear.
Self-pity, cannibalism, overreaching,
You can't judge a book by its cover.
Send the unnamed mansion of the money dog to the south.
Don Xu Hun
Song of wine column and sword,
Looking at the river at dusk.
Go straight to the official early,
A poor family will have many guests.
The mountain faintly believes in Grain Rain,
The wood fell in the hole and fluctuated in the yard.
Don't go far,
This old garden is deserted.