Poet: Song Xin Qi Ji.
Cold food is not small, and thousands of people ride spring clothes. Hengyang Shigu, remember my old station. It is bounded by Xiaoxiang Guiling, and there are Dongting grass and Zigaiyi in the southwest. Words begin with coquettish elegance, and swords turn into silkworms.
See your majesty, this matter will be extraordinary. After several classes, you can talk from top to bottom. Mo believed in Wanli, but gave the folk song "Five _" the title of Phoenix. I'll drink when you leave, and the moon will become three.
I can't even stay at the Cold Food Festival, and I have to rush to Hengzhou. I remember stopping at the foot of Hengyang on the side of Shigu Mountain. Hengyang is surrounded by Xiaoxiang Water, Xianghualing, Dongting Lake and Caoqing Lake, with dangerous terrain and beautiful scenery.
I hope you will pay attention to education and care about farming after you take office. Put down the sword and farm and raise silkworms. Hou Qing, you have no political talent. We must rectify the official management, be serious, decisive and calm.
Hugh said that the military gate is out of reach, but if you can make outstanding achievements, you can write back to the DPRK. Now that you're gone, who am I drinking with? I'm afraid it's like Li Bai, with the bright moon and the shadow as three people.
He Xinlang sent Hu Bangheng to NSW.
Poet: Song Zhang Yuangan.
Dream around shenzhou road. Autumn wind, even the camp painting angle, the Forbidden City since the millet. The lowest thing is the Kunlun Mountain, which is chaotic. Thousand villages gather foxes and rabbits. God's will is never difficult to ask, but people tend to complain when they are old. More Nanpu, send you away.
The cold willows on the shore urge the waste heat. Gengxu River, sparse stars and waning moon, broken clouds. Does Wan know where it is? Looking back at the night talk. Who will write a book before the goose arrives? Looking up to the sky and cherishing the present, I would like to pay tribute to Cao! Hold up the big white and listen to the golden wisp.
The dream of my generation often lingers on the unrepaired road in the Central Plains. In the bleak autumn wind, on the one hand, the golden soldiers in the camp are connected, and the bugles are piercing; On the other hand, the palace hall in the old capital of Bianjing is in ruins, full of grains and desolate, which is really disappointing!
Why did Tianzhu in Kunlun Mountain, the source of the Yellow River and the mainstay of the Yellow River all collapse and the Yellow River basin was flooded? Today, the Central Plains People's Republic is ruined and displaced. Thousands of densely populated villages have become places where foxes and rabbits occupy.
Du Fu said: "God's will is hard to ask, and human feelings are easy to be sad when they are old." It's never easy to ask what this means. Now that you and I are old, we are easy to be sad. Who can we talk to about our sadness? Can only be sent to Nanpu silently. Send you away!
After leaving, I will still stand by and look at the river, reluctant to leave. Seeing the willow branches floating in the wind is a little cool, and the summer heat gradually disappears. As night falls, the milky way hangs high in the sky, the stars are thin and the moon is light, and the broken clouds are slowly fluttering.
Wan, I wonder where you are staying tonight. Recalling the past, chatting with you in bed, telling the truth and loving each other are gone. As the saying goes, the geese can't even fly where you go when they break Hengyang. Who can pay you the trust?
Our generation is broad-minded and far-sighted. When we say goodbye, we look at the whole world and pay attention to ancient and modern events. Are we willing to care only about each other's grievances like our children? Let's raise our glasses, listen to me sing a "Golden Melody" and send you on your way!
3. Send the poem "The Book of Deheng Prefecture".
Poet: Liu Tang Zongyuan
You are in the hot air, and there is no sigh in the hot south. When autumn comes, several rows of wild geese come to your habitat.
Linyi is like a halberd in the east and soup in the south.
It is the falling reeds that contain the autumn fog, and it is the delicate orange pomelo that reveals the sunset glow.
Although I am not a tourist in the south of the Yangtze River, I still send you this poem to express your wishes for Xiaoxiang Water from afar.
You are steaming, and you don't have to sigh. You are in the hot south, autumn is coming, and there are still some geese visiting you. The real south, like Lin Yi, has winding mountains and towering swords and halberds; Like _ _, the water flowing south is as hot as boiling water.
It is the time when reeds drop autumn fog, and it is also the time when delicate orange pomelo shows the color of sunset. Although I am not a tourist like Baipingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, I still send this poem by the water of Xiaoxiang to express my distant blessing to you.
4. Hengmen
Poet: Anonymous in Pre-Qin Dynasty
Under the cross gate, you can stay up late. Secretion of the ocean, you can enjoy hunger.
Does it eat fish? Is it a river? Is it ginger to marry a wife?
Does it eat fish? Could it be carp in the river? Is marrying a wife the son of Song?
The crossbar is the east end of the gate city. You can have a tryst for a while. Flowing by the water's edge relieves hunger and soothes my homesickness. If you don't want to eat fresh fish, you have to eat snapper?
Do you want to marry a wife, you have to be a ginger and a face? Do you have to have carp if you want to eat fresh fish? Do you want to marry a wife and be happy with Song Zi?
Stopped in front of a temple in Hengshan Mountain, I carved this poem on the tower.
Poet: Tang Hanyu
The five mountains are three fairs, four mountains are a ring, and Songshan is in the middle.
Hengshan Mountain is located in a remote place, and there are many monsters. God authorized Nanyue God to be the supreme power.
Halfway up the mountain, it is foggy, although there are spires to climb to the top.
I came here in the autumn rain. The weather was dark and there was no wind.
Silent prayer in the heart seems to be fulfilled. Isn't an upright person well informed?
After a while, the clouds swept out the prominent peaks and looked up at the top of the peaks.
The Zigai Peak Ridge is connected with Tianzhu Peak, and the ups and downs are rugged and connected with Zhu Rong.
Steep Zhan Sen dismounted and bowed, and went straight to the palace of the gods along the pine and cypress path.
The pink walls against the red pillars are dazzling, and the pilasters on the ghost paintings are green or red.
Step on the steps, bend down and offer meat and wine to show your humility to the money.
The old man in charge of the temple can understand this sacredness. He stared at the temple repeatedly and bowed to me again and again. 、
Holding a cup _ instruct me to throw it and tell me that my luck is the best.
I was exiled to the wild. Fortunately, I didn't die. I was willing to die here until the end.
Once the king's desire is cut off, God will not succeed even if he bless me.
At night, I lie on the top of the high tower and sleep. The stars and the moon are covered by clouds.
The monkey crows the bell and strikes the morning, and the sky is cold in the east.
The ritual of offering sacrifices to the Five Mountains is like offering sacrifices to the Three Kingdoms. Among the five mountains, there are four mountains around Songshan Mountain in the middle. Mount Hengshan is far away and there are many monsters. God authorized Nanyue God to be a hero.
Halfway up the mountain, the fog is misty. Although there are extremes, who can reach the top? When I came, it happened that the autumn rain was continuous, the weather was dark and there was no breeze.
The silent prayer in my heart seems to have come true. Isn't honesty just about being well informed? In an instant, the cloud swept away the prominent mountain peak, looked up at the mountain peak and suddenly inserted into the cloud.
Zigai Peak is connected with Tianzhu Peak, and Shiyu Mountain is connected with Zhu Rong. Yan Sen dismounted steeply and made a thrilling prayer, and went straight to the palace of the gods along the pine and cypress path.
The pink wall sets off the red column, and the ghost symbols on the pilaster are either green or red. Climb up the steps and bend down to offer wine and meat, hoping to show your sincerity with humble sacrifices.
The old man in charge of the temple can understand the sacred will, stare and peep, and bow to me again and again. Holding a cup, jiaozi taught me how to throw it, saying that this omen is the hardest thing for guitarists.
I was exiled to the wild and survived. I am willing to die here with plenty of food and clothing. The desire to be a prince has long been cut off, even if God bless, it is difficult to succeed.
That night, I stayed in the Buddhist temple and lived on the shelf. The moon and the moon are covered with misty mountains. Before dawn, apes crow and bells ring, and in the cold east, Ran Ran rises.