The roots are straight and full, and the cross section leans against the sky. Trees shine everywhere, and leaves shadow the three rivers.
Li Longji: Penetrating Shaanxi.
Besides Sanqin, the road divides into two Shaanxi. Mountains and rivers are in danger, and customs limit the west to the east. The trees are in the shade, and the cultivated land makes the river bank empty. After that, I went to see Luoyang Palace.
Li Xian: Guaci of Huangtai
In the stage of planting melons, mature melons are separated. Pick the melons well, and then pick them thin. Three hesitations, the vines are gone.
Wei Chengqing: Nan Yan's poem (one written in Ji Zi's poem, entitled "Farewell to the South")
Wan Li people go south, and geese fly north in spring. I don't know when, but I must go back with you.
Wei Chengqing: Nan Yan's poem (one written in Ji Zi's poem, entitled "Farewell to the South")
Wan Li people go south, and geese fly north in spring. I don't know when, but I must go back with you.
Li Shu: Ode to the suburban temple, music of the imperial temple, thoughtful.
Eight-tone lifting, three-life washing. Sir Zong Yi, Sabigzan. The blue dish is wrong, and the pepper is scattered. If you go down to Victoria City, you will always be Fan Han.
Li Shu: Ode to suburban temples, music of imperial temples, Asian sacrifices and final sacrifices.
Rank ceremony is orderly and harmonious. Nine instruments are not specialized, and three are easy to end. After Xiaogan became a vassal, he became a monarch. The code of the four seasons will exist forever.
Li Bai: Yuefu Zaju, advocating songs and returning to the peak.
Thirty-six out of the palace, the balcony even the sky. Walking on the pavilion road, beauty is worried about smoke. Grace is not as good as favor, but peaches and plums hurt the spring breeze. She is willing to do whatever she wants and will go back to China today. Ten thousand people ride out of the ecliptic, and a thousand flags raise the rainbow. The former army is north of Liuxi, and then rides east of Ganquan. Ask old Wei Chuan and invite wild children. Autumn sunset Yaochi banquet, happy to return.
Li Bai: Yuefu Zaju, which advocates ballads, occupies the south of the city.
Last year, I hit Sangganyuan, and this year I hit the onion river. Wash the soldiers at sea to help the waves, and put grass in the snow in Tianshan Mountain. During the Long March, the three armed forces aged. Xiongnu cultivated by killing. In ancient times, they only saw white bones and yellow sand. The Qin family built a city for Hu, and the Han family also had bonfires. The bonfire is burning and there is no time to fight. Fight to the death on the battlefield, and the defeated horse will howl at the sky. Black kites peck at human intestines and fly with dead branches. Soldiers are careless, but generals are empty. But knowing that soldiers are killing weapons, saints should use them.
Zhang Xunzhi: The Worship of Songs in Yuefu Zaju
Wushan is not very high, but strange and new. Dark valleys are suspicious of wind and rain, and dark rocks are like ghosts and gods. In the Ming Dynasty, the Three Gorges started and the tide flooded Jiang Chun. To ask the evening on the balcony, you should know the dreamer.
Meng Jiao: Yuefu Zaju advocates songs and two poems of Wushan High School.
Bashan gorge is repeated, the balcony is steep, and there are twelve peaks. When Jing Wong was shooting at Wuyiyun, she dreamed that Wushan Goddess was lying high in Yan Luowang at night. Clouds, rainbows and rain wet the goddess' face, and the thin goddess of the moon star became a gap in the clouds. I can't see my eyes, but I can't see my eyes. The ape cried three tears and touched my clothes. See all Wan Li, don't smell three apes. But there is an elegant soul in the rain. Chu Xiang hated the Millennium and left Song Yuyan behind. Today, in the twilight, the cloud is a boudoir.
Zhang Kun: Traveling in the back garden (Zhang Wencheng)
I used to pass by the small garden, but now I play in the back garden. At the age of two, plum blossoms turn and three spring willows are colorful. The water is bright and the fish is quiet, and the green birds are singing. Why Xingshuling is the Peach Blossom Garden.
Zhang Tie: He Manzi
This ancient country is three thousand miles long, and a maid-in-waiting has lived here for twenty years. However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears.
Yang Shou: Looking at Yueyang in Dongting
Flying gulls scatter waves for three thousand miles, and grass shakes the bed at dusk. The color is deep and the mountains are far and near, and the smoke is thick and the trees are high.
Feng Yansi: "More loopholes"
The wind brought cold, the branches were just right, and Whelan grew old for no reason. Love is quiet, dreams are reluctant, and people never return. Luo's curtains, along with Zhu Ge, not only rolled down sadly. The moon rises, geese fly south, who will beat clothes at night? At the beginning of the night, people are close, and dreams are full of moonlight. Parrots are lying down, birds are singing, and the cold in the west is not over yet. Red candle, playing chess, painting Pingshan green on the bed. Embroidered, leaning against the lyre, I shed tears. Jade furnace smoke, red candle tears, partial to painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold. Buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is the most bitter to leave love. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Feng Yansi: Shoushan District
When the copper pot first rises, the rooster crows in the air. Push open five golden locks, and the curtain of the three halls is still hanging. In front of the steps, the royal willows shake green, and under the war, the palace flowers scatter red. Spend a few days in the morning, and the national flag is 100 feet in the spring breeze. The courtiers dance and worship again, and the holy hand Nanshan will never change.
Feng Yansi: Unfortunate concubine.
Spring banquet, a cup of green wine and a song. Goodbye, Chen Sanyuan. I wish my husband chitose and my concubine good health. Three wishes, like a beam, meet for many years.
Anonymous: Segu
Yesterday, Lu Mei was guarded by all the people. After three years of protection, all the willows along the river were broken.
Bai Juyi: Early Spring Topic Shao Shi Eastward Extension
Thirty-six peaks are sunny, and the snow sells blue and green. Three nights in January, four mountains in spring. The grass in the distance began to contain color, but the cold bird remained silent. Dongyan is the tallest stone, and only I have this title.
Bai Juyi: "Spring Festival, I will give it to Assistant Minister Yang Muchao."
More than three days, more than 60 years old. If you don't become an official, your strength will decline. I still pity the good scenery and turn to my old friends for help. Young people are difficult to recover and entertaining. Come to the pool to drink, and get drunk with poetry in your sleeve. Quiet words are long, and idle songs are late. The snow is infinite, and there are many sideburns. Don't say sad things, Chunweng is easy to drink and feel sad.
Bai Juyi: Xiangshan Summer Resort
In June, the sound of the beach is like heavy rain, and the building of North Xiangshan is light. Standing late at night, my ears are full of coolness. Scarves and grass take bamboo thin clothes, and fragrant hills are green at night. It was cold all the way to Shili, so I went home to sleep with my basket on my back.
Bai Juyi: "Give poems instead of books to Yang, assistant minister of the household department, to persuade him to buy the house of the Wangs in the east."
I advise you to buy a house in the east and open the door with me. Yunying Song Feng is the household, and the water enters the pool platform every month. The garden should also be idle and rejuvenated. Don't learn from Ke Bai and want to come back at 60.
Bai Juyi: "The early spring on the pool is what leads to dreams."
Old age is more shocking than old age, and leisure is getting longer and longer Sunny smoked elm pods are black, and spring dyed willow tips are yellow. Clouds break mountains, melting ice. A low and steady boat, light and warm clothes. Three liters of white horn, six feet of red bed. Occasionally, it is difficult to have company, and it is not crazy to be drunk alone. I'm glad, but you have no foreign affairs to do. I left two or three places after being lazy.
Bai Juyi: A Play at Pei Zichuan's Spring Banquet
90-year-old is really immortal, and 60-year-old is still healthy and compassionate. This year, I met Yinghuayue, and this night I had a feast with songs and wine. Four chorus of silk and bamboo, two fights. I have no intention of staying with you until dawn. I want to be a teenager earlier than you.
Bai Juyi: Feeling.
Convince Cui Changshi to burn Zheng Dan Scheeren. Always has wings, and then suddenly turns to dust. Every time I meet a sad thing, I still think about being down and out. All I know is that gold and silver can't be refined with a glass of wine. Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well. No sorrow, no joy, sixty-six spring.
Bai Juyi: "He Pei Gong Ling Nanzhuang Jueju"
Lu Tao's obscurity is comparable to Xie Shu's obscurity. He Sisong Peak is thirty-six, growing up with Shenfu writer Shan.
Sun: Wu Wuchang
The mount Cisse is high, and rumors urge each other all day long. The beauty of Wuchang fish should be hard to love, and the calendar must belong to Jianye.
Han Gai: Xunyang sees the water (Han Xishi)
Facing the Han River, the balcony is connected, and the pit is full of thunder. Although Jiujiang walked smoothly, it also came from the Three Gorges. There are dreams in the south, but there are Minshan mountains in the west. Until the Cangshan culvert is completely filled, Shenshen does not move and soaks back.
Sun Xian: The Temple of Nine Angels (see Prophecy).
Being alone in the mysterious palace is true, and burning incense is not for poverty. White bones were buried in the sand on both sides of Qinhuai River, and thousands of people in Songpu were stained with blood. Who is the master in Ruff's misty clouds and who is the romantic scenery in the west of the lake? Jiujiang satrap was diligent in the king's affairs and made the heavenly soldiers cross to Tianjin.
Jiang Ji: Han Dong Road Middle.
Ninety-nine kilometers away, the cold and snow have not disappeared. A child led a thin horse and dared not cross the dangerous bridge.
Yu: live in harmony with others.
The vast nine strangers have no bosom friends and have come to the imperial court to embroider clothes. The mirror of the treasure chest is confused, and the Boshan furnace is warm. Affectionate childe leave a sentence of spring, think less about Wen Jun's day cover. Don't be afraid to load sheep carts frequently, and the future will be bright.
Ye Li: "Catch up with your life and leave your old friends in Guangling."
No talent, many diseases, minutes long, but nine times. I am ashamed to play with China's hair and brush my face in the mirror. Looking at the grass in the north and the old peak in the south. Gui Shu can't leave a stranger. Sha Ou will meet him in Puman.
Song ruohua: mocking Lu Chang
The twelve-story building leans against the blue sky, and the phoenix phoenix stands opposite the phoenix tree. Shuangcheng reported to the jailer that Wu Biao could not enter the Han Palace.
Meng Jiao: Chang 'an Street.
Hu Feng excited Qin Shu, and that bitch cried in the wind. Every family is open, so you can't see it. Chang' an 12 th Road, throwing trees and birds. On the high shelf, the spring water is sucking.
Su Xiang: Princess Anle's new home at the banquet.
Cars are like flowing water in Ma Rulong, and the immortal historical tower weighs twelve times. At the beginning of the day, Hua Ma Tian moved, and the poor sang and danced with the night.
Li Bai: Bao Ding's Poems in Qing Dynasty (see "On the East View" before, and "Wang Zhi's Poems" later).
I live in an empty table and you are in love. The fairy holds a jade ruler and wastes your talent. A jade ruler is inexhaustible and never stops. Swallow the twelve rings, and there will be a fairy room. Riding the purple forest at dusk, the sea and air invade the muscles and cool. Give me many beads and the moonlight will shine.
Lu: Gu Chian Zen Master Tower
Sitting alone in a rock song is carefree and vulgar. Deliberate wine is sweet-scented osmanthus, and poetry is given to Baiyun. At dusk, the clouds gather, and apes and birds always smell them. Water blooms compete for autumn colors, and mountains are green with twilight shadows. Talk about twelve books and take five thousand exams. Such as a few unknowns, a physiological atmosphere was born. The ancients had dross, regardless of the situation. When it comes to wisdom, it comes from my good cloud.
Song: Wu Shangao (Shen Quanqi Poetry)
Twelve Wushan peaks are like Zhao Hui. Listen to the Pipa Gorge and watch the sex station. Ancient tea falls from the sky, and waterfalls come every day. Why can't apes crow at night? King Jing's pillow is open.
Li Qiao: Tao.
The bronze camel is divided into palaces, and the Jiange is low in Qionglai. Purple is three thousand Li, and brothels are twelve times as heavy. Jade is like snow, and the golden hole is Ma Rulong. Today in the middle road, Yao Zun can meet more.
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