Jian Jia's poems
"Partridge Sky·Autumn Enters Jian Jia's Little Wild Geese"
Su Xiang of the Song Dynasty
Autumn enters Jian Jia's Little Wild Geese. Flying unevenly into Shuiyun Township.
The straight silver armor provides spring bamboo shoots, and the dripping bed is covered with feather cups.
The wind presses against the curtain and the moon invades the corridor. Jiangnan and Jiangbei are at night.
Xuanzhi mounts his horse and crows in a cuckoo dream, which frightens the precious duck to fly overnight.
"Jianjia"
Pre-Qin Book of Songs
Jianjia is green, and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.
If you follow it for migratory steps, the road is long and blocked; if you follow it for migratory steps, you will find it in the middle of the water.
Jianjia is miserable, and the white dew is still there. The so-called beauty is on the water.
If you follow it when you follow it, you will be able to escape when the road is blocked; if you follow it when you follow it, you will wander in the water.
When you are picking jianjia, the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the stream of water.
If you follow it for migratory traces, the road is blocked and to the right; if you follow it for migratory traces, you will wander in the water.
"Jian Jia"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
If you are not able to defend yourself, how will the autumn wind blow?
For the time being, the flowers are wearing snow, and a few leaves are sinking.
The spring breeze is early when the body is weak, and the bushes grow long and have lots of dew at night.
After the rivers and lakes are falling, I am afraid that the years will be wasted.
"Shuilongyin·The dew is cold and the smoke is cold and the Jia Lao is there"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The dew is cold and the smoke is cold and the Jia Lao is there, and the sky is full of war. On the evening of autumn in the Milky Way, the lights on the long gate are quiet, and the sound of the first arrival is heard. You should remember Xiaoxiang, the shore is far away, the people are quiet, and the water is rich in wild rice. □Looking at the flat fields, I wandered about to get down, but the wind blew up in front of me.
I have to write to Hengyang thousands of miles away. Whose house can I send this brocade book to? Beyond the thousands of clouds, there are diagonal and horizontal formations, and the talents are sparse and decorated. The moon is shining brightly on the cacti, and under the stone city, the shadows are shaking on the cold water. Before the clothes were pounded, the beautiful woman brushed the pestle and shed tears.
"Bodhisattvaman·Jianjia Feng Wai Yan Cong Willow"
Song Mi Fu
Jian Jia Feng Wai Yan Cage Willow. Several stacks of distant mountains have beautiful eyebrows.
Light rain is coming across the river. The fringe is open. A lookout point by the sand.
Purple swallows fly together. Lift the wine to send flying clouds. The nights are desolate and the dreams are frequent.
"Bodhisattva Barbarian·The smooth waves are not as far as the journey"
Song Dynasty Ye Mengde
The smooth waves are not as far as the journey. Clear frost and half-fallen sand marks are shallow. The smoke trees are dim at night. The sunset under Guhong.
The plum blossom news is coming soon. Try asking Nazhi. Remember spring by the water. Farewell to the descendants of Jiangnan.