Sad Autumn
The light rain falls on the bleak sky, and when I am drunk, I borrow random books to sleep.
When I dream back, I feel resentful and no one understands me. The pillow with the scent of orange feels like the old days.
North Window
The north window has no vulgar objects, and there is still coolness in the summer weather.
The jade squid waxes and wanes with the sun, and the wind ripples can be a bed.
The cup is used to make new tea, and the fragrance remains in the furnace.
The gauze towel is gone on the shore, and the wild water is next to it.
North window
Half-life cicadas have been sitting at the north window, still guarding the broken vat in their old age.
You can get a hundred gold coins if you buy a book, and you can get a hundred pieces of gold if you buy a book, and you can get a pair of white jade stones if you look for a sentence.
The old man still thinks about Mengze, and his grand trip was fishing in the Bajiang River.
Hansheng’s career has been exhausted, and his writing power is finally ashamed to be able to carry it.
North Window
The original meaning of Beichuang is to be proud of the Emperor Xi, and the feeling of returning to the garden is longer.
The healthy calf wears a star to plow the white water, and the hungry silkworms pick green mulberries in the rain.
Confucianism, Confucianism, and Zhu Mo start winter studies, and temple history sacrifices are held in prison to celebrate the new year.
From then on, even though the hair on the temples looked like snow, it still could not stop praising the Yu and Tang Dynasties.
North Window
The white-headed official is only in prison, and the green lantern is bright and dim. The north window is quiet.
At the fifth watch, there are storms and dreams for thousands of miles, and for half a lifetime, there are many worries in the world.
The ambition has left the golden mail, and I am tired of wandering in the empty space to embrace the black mink fur.
Hunting at night in Bating is a joy, but I dare to hate the general Lao Buhou.
North window
The clouds are opening to see the snow on the mountain, the courtyard is quiet and the wind of pine trees is heard.
The officials went to lie down with their arms bent, which seemed not to be in this world.
North Window
The lotus root cut off by the cold spring is long and the silk is long, and the pattern is open and the melon and jasper are fragrant.
When I take a nap at noon, the shadow of the tung trees turns around, and no one can stop the coolness of the north window.
North Window
The old man begs for his bones and bids farewell to the holy pilgrimage.
The bamboo head is so useful that the tung tail cannot help but burn.
Short brown stitched cloth, pick medicinal seedlings for morning meal.
The wind and frost conquer the wild goose road, and the lamps burn in the monk's dormitory.
Long travelers inquire about their well-being, while raccoon slaves accompany them in loneliness.
The fallen leaves sing from the north window, and I feel sad that the night is far away.
North Window
The old man is aging day and night, and often lies on his back when he gets up.
There is a book in the window, where sages and sages talk to each other all day long.
A guest from Donggao loses rice, and charming pearls come out;
The monks in Nanshan pay tea, and the fine snow falls;
My son also explains things, Xijia self-cut vegetables.
As soon as you give up, all your thoughts will be lost.
Go away from the secular world in leisure time, and meet the Taoism with clear thoughts.
If you are suffering from chronic illness, you will walk two vertical steps, and if you sleep well, you will create samadhi.
Hang the crown to oppose Buwei, and print thank you Yinai.
The stone in the courtyard is green, this guest is really out of the ordinary.
North Window
Yan Ying is less than five feet long, but Chunyu is as tall as a stone.
It is no longer a sigh of relief that the old man has no fame, and the funny and cynical style is no longer what it used to be.
Back then, we were all making friends, but who would have expected that the open door would be silent now!
Chen Shan and Li Shi have been scholars for thousands of years. It will be a pity for the world to die early.
Elegance and subtlety reveal destiny, and Taoism promotes good fortune without manpower.
I am an old farmer in Jishan. What good will I do if I live to be a hundred years old?
The next generation needs someone to be feared. Who can hide like an enemy?
Don’t be frightened by your arrogance. Go back to the north window and remain silent.
North Window
The ruins of the dilapidated house are whistling and singing, and there is whistling everywhere from a window.
Every time a reader sighs that he has few peers, he realizes that there are many days left when something goes wrong.
The wild geese are flying in the autumn on the wet sandbank, and the geese sing at night in Dipu when the rain comes.
When will the boat be renewed? The remaining potpourri contains drunken pothos.
North window
The shadows on the curtains are uneven. In front of the noon leak, the basin mountain is green and moist after the rain.
Poems without outstanding verses are really in decline, but drinking with beauty makes me feel sad!
When the petrels clean their nests, they will be in chaos again, and Wu silkworms have eaten for three sleeps.
The famous spring lives up to my son's wishes, and I can fry it with my hands in a small pit.
North Window
The light rain is gradually turning sunny, and the north window is clear and green.
But because he was poor in politics and had few clerks, he lay down listening to the sound of swallows picking at the curtains.
North Window
Jiu Mo is busy with yellow dust in the morning and evening, but the lonely people love the coolness of the North Window.
The clear chanting slightly changes the rhythm of the old poetry, and the fine writing is used to copy the new wine recipe.
The grass and trees are sparse. Spring has gone, and the music and books are scattered and the days are beginning to grow.
Broken Qiang Lin and stopped eating Yijiu for a long time, and broke half of the copper seal incense.
Bei Chuang disease started
One hunger can be tolerated and ten thousand fates are light, but the disease gradually subsides when the condition returns to Youchuang.
What’s more, God will finally appreciate it, and the deceitful Japanese are rampant.
Dust rises frequently on the roadside to block the fan, and the waves outside the door clear and leave tassels.
If you don’t hate vulgarity, you will return home under the guest star temple.
Walking for Friends in the North Window
The middle-aged man admires Kexiong in vain, but he always hopes for great achievements.
Luo Luo wants to stay outside the popular customs and is afraid of falling into heresy.
Looking up to the sky and looking down on the earth, I feel so ashamed. I have had too much rice, beans, soup and quinoa.
Fortunately, I have the opportunity to give lectures in the north window. Who do I have to be friends with?
The North Window is a matter of time
Hengmao lives in a secluded place with all his strength, sweeping the floor and burning incense.
When sharing food, magpies can fly under the eaves, and they often deceive the fish in the pond.
After returning from a trip, I lost sight of my guests again. I fell asleep and read the unfinished book again.
You can spend the whole day leisurely with your hands on your sleeves, laughing at the worldly things.
The north window is the most suitable place for laziness. There are many people in the world who don’t know it.
After the early dredging of the dew well, the green hills are green and clear.
Does a rough meal require salmon? Why does a household ever have a choice?
Fortunately, there is a cane beside the bed, so I don’t suddenly sigh that I am failing when I step on the bed.
North Window Oh Poetry and Fu
For the past twenty years, the poems have been traveling far away, and Yichuang has sent them to Nanzhou again.
Double geese are playing in the rain on the pond at dawn, and the leaves are floating in the wind in the courtyard in autumn.
Looking into the mirror with sorrow on the temples, I climb the stairs timidly again and again.
I wrote thousands of poems about my career, and left the remaining manuscripts from teaching.
Poetry from the North Window
Fireflies are flying under the dew in the mid-autumn moon, and Ancheng is built around mountains and rivers.
There are many illnesses and one cannot discern the holy spirit in wine. The body is far away and the mind is at peace.
I am old with several volumes of beetle books, and a bowl of vegetable rice is too raw.
The white clouds only stay in the eaves, listening to my chanting at night.
Illustration on the north window
There are fragrant lilies and a shelf of pink periwinkle.
You can laugh at the elder Guitang, but he is happy and does not remember his poverty.
The North Window Couple
The magpies in the forest are happy at dawn, and the bees are noisy during the warm day.
My old poetry is exhausted, and I will say a word every spring.
Odd title on the north window
The swallows are fluttering outside the curtain, and they are in front of the society when they return.
Fly across the sea to see the good harvest.
Illustration on the North Window
The two birds in the mist are willing to let the old man come.
Wild rice can still be given, and the green face can bloom again and again.
Testing the pen from the north window
The sun and the moon come as fast as the sun and the moon, and they go away like an arrow on the string;
Looking for clothes in the early morning, and discarding fans at noon.
It is raining outside the north window, and the basin mountain is lush and green.
The disease is so light that he can smile and play with pens and inkstones.
Although he is a handsome Liugong artist, he forgets his tiredness even when he is active.
The paper is exhausted and the ink is getting dry, and snakes and clams are fighting to get into the scroll.
Keep it well in your children, and do not send it to the common people.
Getting up from bed by the north window
The apricot tips are red and wet, and the day is getting longer. I sleep through the window and the fragrance of half a seal is inscribed.
I have been tired of traveling for a long time and returned to my own life. I have no talent and skills, so why bother?
If Yipu doesn’t go to the fish to have fun, he still frightens Xiaodie by lighting grass.
It's okay to laugh and let the old man have nothing to do, and force his poems to take up time.
Sleeping by the North Window
No matter how many years it takes to leave someone behind, it is hard to buy a bed in the North Window.
Gao Huaiyuan was with Emperor Xi, and major events had already been revealed before the catastrophe.
The woodcutting road is thin and winds through the clouds outside the ridge, and the fishing tube is inserted upside down into the water and into the sky.
Do you know the news at this time? The nest that has been built for thousands of years has not been filled with virtuous people.
The north window is slightly shaded
The dew drops on the forest tops bring fragrance to the flowers, and the wind blows on the pond and makes the rain cool.
A book of beetles is a companion, and a bowl of rice and wheat is enough to support the day.
There is no better way to learn the Tao than to be willing to do it yourself. Du Men really forgets the world.
Although I feel guilty if I don’t repay your kindness, Fan Mian can benefit Taicang.
I can feel the four or five phoenix leaves falling by the north window
As soon as a high phoenix leaf falls off, I feel that autumn is not far away.
When you wake up in the morning, your hair is full and combed, and when your hair fades, it will be late.
In ancient times, chasing electric feet, calendar blocks or small pigeons.
Among the golden drums and the noise of the formation, this is not a fool's errand.
Women are more resentful, and their husbands should be self-reflective.
Contemplate the opportunity of worry and infer the foundation of life and death.
It’s hard to go alone in the mountains and forests, but Taiwan is also busy.
After returning from Kuaiji, Gaoqiao lived in a poor and stable place.
Idle chanting from the north window
The green trees are overcast and the fragrance of rain lingers, and a bed is placed with a half-rolled sparse curtain.
To get the salary, I can only pay for the wine coupons on credit, but I want to return to Xincao and beg for the temple seal.
The guqin and the guqin are played in clear and loose colors, and the famous calligraphy and double-hook couch are hard and yellow.
Although there are ups and downs in Bating at night, I still feel like Lao Feng and Tang.
The north window is working in the rain
The gloomy weather makes me puzzled, but I have faith when the wind and rain come.
Not only do I like the windows to be clear, but I also like the vegetation to be moist.
The compendium is in front of you, and the lights are close by.
I stand on my knees to look at the sages, and pour into the river to wash away my arrogance and stinginess.
Fortunately, he is not dead yet, but I will make little progress.
Would you like to be happy all your life, and be with you forever?
North sill
The north sill is close to the central hall, and the things surrounding the steps are fragrant.
In the morning, the flowers are exposed, and the moss invades the corridor.
When you sit for a long time, you can scroll, chant, or burn incense.
In the end, no guests came to the court, only Emperor Xi was there.
The plum blossoms on the north slope have been blooming for a long time, but a single one has no flowers. In the spring, I put a branch there to make a show.
Every day I come to look for plum blossoms on the slope, and suddenly I see a branch blooming on a dry tree.
The longevity medicine in Guanghan Palace can cure the ice soul and snow soul.
Looking north
Looking north to the Central Plains, my face is filled with tears, and I dream of crossing the river with yellow flags.
Why did my husband die of poverty? If there was such a person in Jiangnan!
Looking north
The Central Plains has fallen into dust, but looking north is vast.
The old age is over, and the days and nights of childhood are long.
The sheep's fur is on the left with its folds, would you rather remember the past?
How can there be no heroic and handsome men, whose anger fills the sky?
I want to be friends with this person, and express my sorrow and reverie.
I dreamed of walking by the Yellow River, and I saw cactus in the clouds.
Looking north
When I was born, the Central Plains lost peace.
I would rather know that the wooden arch of the tomb is not covered with dust.
There is no letter from Jingluo, but there are still soldiers in Jianghuai.
When will the Qinghai moon shine again on the Han family camp?
Looking north and feeling sentimental
In the Imperial Prefecture of Ronghe and Wenluo, it has been the harvest season for seventy years.
A major event was accidentally caused by cronies, and the remaining people lamented that they would die at the end of the year.
The world hates the new wine, and the frost and dew invade Ji Ziqiu.
Eating millet is the responsibility of the whole world, but I am deeply worried if I dare to do it alone!
Beihuan
The poisonous heat is coming out, and the new coolness is looking for the old alliance.
The western suburbs are still close to the city, and the northern hills are gradually being cultivated.
The pines and chrysanthemums are beautiful, and the mountains and forests are free of vulgarity.
Looking forward to the fire of success while walking, there is a bright forest across the road.
Beiyan
The boat is on the shore of Fuzhou, taking the children to visit Beiyan.
Swaying across the river, crawling across the tall buildings in low clothes.
The mountains are half lost in the faint rain, and the river is rising and the earth is about to float.
Lao Yining comes again to make a living.
The father-in-law of Cheng, who is a black hat, has a good habit of cultivating in a closed household.
As soon as the threat is revealed, the crime will be discussed and people will flee.
The party has been imprisoned for a long time, and Hu Chen is hiding in China.
Practice your mind to avoid disaster, woe is it, who is the first to plan?
A villain has no far-sighted plans, and all his thoughts are private.
Later he was a prisoner and wrote poems about the secluded rocks.
Beiyan picked new tea and drank it with the Wanghuilu Chinese method. I am glad that the disease has not gone away
The fire of Sophora japonica has just begun to drill the fire, and the wind in the pines is waiting for the soup.
Carrying a basket of moss is a long way, and the snow buds of falling claws are long.
Sip it carefully and it will be refreshing, and you will smell the fragrance in your teeth and cheeks.
It was even clearer when I returned, with bamboo shadows stepping on the setting sun.
Take a walk outside the fence of the North Garden
The road out to the west of the North Garden is winding, with thorns as gates and tangerine trees as the fence.
People are busy hoeing wheat, and the fields are full of people. The nest is not yet settled and the magpies are competing for branches.
Invite the elders to try new brews, and restrain the children from building bad walls.
When I am in a mood, I walk around all day long, and the fire is already mixed across the stream.
Miscellaneous chants in Beiyuan
Smoke rises from cooking outside the forest in West Village, and a fishing boat is tied to Nanpu Bridge.
Le Sui’s family is content with its furniture, but Taoyuan may not be a fairy.
Miscellaneous Odes of Beiyuan
There are many things going on in the east of Beiqiao, and I am so full that I am whirling with hunger.
On the thatched eaves, you can hear the sound of pounding at sunset, and there is a song deep in the smoke of Dipu.
Miscellaneous chants in Beiyuan
The small bridge is closely connected to Xigang Road, and the branch path leads deep to Beihuan Village.
Lao Tzu’s intention is no matter how far or near he is, so he attacks the barbarians in the middle of the month.
Miscellaneous chants in the North Garden
The frost in the eastern Wu Dynasty is thin and the garden vegetables are rich, and the purple mustard and green cattails are left behind after a light rain.
There is no mention of spring dishes for picking, and old man’s soup cakes are also in season.
Miscellaneous Odes of Beiyuan
Every family in Jiumai takes advantage of the fine evening weather to build their slopes and wait for spring plowing.
The pig's hooves are cooked beautifully in the small trough and the wine is cooked, leaving the rest and the children in peace.
Miscellaneous chants in the North Garden
I was leisurely accompanying my neighbor to pay tribute, and Lin Shu visited the village ruins.
There are countless strange egrets flying around, and it is easy to catch fish when the water falls on the beach.
Miscellaneous chants in the North Garden
Short-window music comes out of firewood and thorn trees, and the snow fades but turns sunny.
You can see pheasants rising in the forest, and you can hear pigs croaking in the house.
Miscellaneous chants in the North Garden
The old age is already like early spring, and there is a wisp of smoke in the forest across the water.
When I heard that the prunes were half vomited, I took my children to the fishing boat.
Miscellaneous Odes of Beiyuan
The white hair is rusty and the whole body is covered with illness, and the freezing clouds are crossing the field and I am worried.
On the critical day when the whip was raised, I saw thousands of miles of spring in the Central Plains.
Miscellaneous Odes of Beiyuan
In his old age, the body is like an empty boat, allowing the waves to flow freely.
The snow clouds lingering on the ground will not blow away, and the mulberry trees will fall on their heads.
Hokuzhai
The new bamboo invades the secluded curtain, and the sparse lotus scatters in the distant pavilion.
Study Zhuchao Dianyi, pound the Huangjing Sutra at night.
The rocks and valleys are filled with knowledge and appreciation, and the music of the harp and bottle is spiritual.
I will be a troubled Taishi, and I will play Shaowei Xing.
Hokuzhai
Hokuzhai is covered with quality clothes and supported by some soil.
The windows are in vain, just enough to survive the cold and heat.
Study the theory of nothingness alone, and work hard to deduce and verify.
Looking at the ancient wisdom, ten can also be four or five.
Wangong and Ziguang are inseparable.
The bed is wide enough to lie high and listen to the rain.
The Book of Hokusai tells the children
On a beautiful windy day in early summer, I sit slumped in Hokusai.
After a hundred years of being down and out, avoid making arrangements for everything.
The local customs respect the elderly, and the emperor is kind enough to give them their bodies.
Although hunger and cold are inevitable, why should I worry about it?
Beizhu
The dew in Beizhu is thick, the apple leaves are old, and the lotus flowers are sparse after the rain in Nantang.
As the new autumn approaches, the cicadas become more anxious, and the sun has faded and the crows have not returned.
The face of the bronze mirror has no medicine, and the achievements of the jade pass are contrary to the heart.
I live in a coop and a bamboo hat, and I am drunk on the green moss of the old fishing rock.
I have been lying down in the wine path for five days.
Worldly things drive people away and there is no way to recover, and there is no place to wash the air for many years.
After a while of drinking, I felt anxious about being a guest. When I was sleeping, I suddenly heard a mountain rain coming.
The trees outside the window are cold and there are no birds, but the water in the bed is warm and there are plum blossoms.
At the fifth watch, I feel melancholy at first, and there are piles of documents under the candle.
My thoughts on being ordered to lead Chongyou again
The wreckage is getting worse day by day, and I feel sick every morning and night.
The earth stove has a low fire and does not like to be moved all day long.
Reading has become a habit in the past, but now I just sit and dream.
If he fails to pursue Hong Ming, he will have his salary redistributed.
The willows beside the house are planted in the wind and frost.
Everyone is wrong in my eyes, who can I talk to?
I wrote this poem as if I was looking for wine from others, but it was sour and thin.
After drinking, we chatted and asked for it in a simple way, but I didn’t know that someone wanted to visit Liangzhou.
The corner of the wall is abandoned and empty for three sighs, and the fireflies are flying under the dew in this autumn.
Compose more poems and plays with more recent poems and plays than Deben's old books
The lawsuits in the courtroom are like a wall, and the papers on the case are vast and vast.
The wine is sour. I can't taste the cold, my spine is screaming and I'm going crazy.
My old friend came to ask for articles, but I didn’t know that the officials were busy all year round.
I am a cold tortoise but my desires are hidden, but I am sick and dare to hope for a new life?
In the afternoon, the ducks and ducks retreated a little, and the east wing of the bamboo hall was covered with bamboos on the hill.
The incense sticks in the copper stove are full of incense, and Chu Sao is a bad omen for me.
Compared to the strange diseases caused by old melon and koji, I dare not get drunk and take a sip
The green vines are busy picking and the koji is produced in ancient Huaiyang.
The bright moon is white when the moon is kicked, and the new goose is light yellow.
Autumn in the fermented wine jar is desolate and chilly, and the night in bed is flooded with love.
Xizhai’s secluded affairs are newly formed, and the master is the first to write this recipe.
Closed
The lonely city is closed and left to relax, Tongjiang Qing wins Wu Song.
The clouds are closing and I suddenly see snow in the North Mountain. The moon is setting and I am hearing the bell of the West Temple.
The taste of the world becomes helpless with age, and the nostalgia for earth becomes stronger after illness.
The water shield soup is more than just square sheep cheese, and it is a gentle promise of a lifetime of laughter.
Closing the house
The empty path of Tao Lao is unbearable, so only by closing the house can one wander from creation.
Peace and happiness come from nothing, and fame and fortune should never be pursued intentionally.
Wash away the hatred and forget the barbaric touch, converge the light and calm down the bullfight.
The child reports that the spring pot beside the bed is ripe, and everything in the world is going around.
Closing the household
There is nothing wrong with staying in the screen. Closing the household often lasts for ten days.
Don’t be shabby, love this new window.
I don’t write poems for three days, and the birds in the dark talk flirtatiously.
The rulers are weeding and weeding, heading towards Meichun in the Xijiang River.
Close the house
Return to the mirror lake, close the house and the days will be long.
The alley is secluded and broken, and it is not a road for horses. There are vegetables and sheep in the dry intestines.
The scholar is about to cross the East China Sea, and his thoughts on worldly affairs are moving to Taihang.
I don’t know what time it is when I wake up. I sit and watch the fireflies reading the incense from the seal script.
Closing the house
The old man had to close his house to menstruate, so he was too lazy to borrow the donkey from his employer.
It is better to be famous after one's death than to drink, and to study when one is not in good health.
The king of Qin saw a dagger in the picture, and the prime minister of Han brought a kitchen cart to the market.
The human world has always been filled with worries and horrors. Don’t blame it for the hoeing in the barren fields.
Just because you have something to do, you will end up indifferent, but you will be at peace if you are not free of illness.
Cun Yin breaths and thoughts are like an eternity, and my husband’s house is as wide as the sea.
I have come here to reach this point, but I find my children too talkative.
Close one's house
Sound power can make a wise man stupid, but letting an old man close one's house will make him pedantic.
The earth stove simmers taro with dead leaves at night, and the cold spring on the bamboo bench irrigates vegetables in the morning.
It is better to turn over your socks than to be partial to vulgarity. If you love the mountains, you can only ride a donkey upside down.
Nowadays, there is even more joy and joy, knowing people thousands of miles away is just a piece of paper.
Close the account
How many new things have changed in Changan? It seems that Fang Weng has always been poor.
The price of the red wine in the window is unbeatable, and the fragrance of half a bottle of fresh fermented rice is moving.
Sitting at a banquet, the light of the heart is unobstructed, sleeping horizontally and breathing peacefully.
There is no need to ask for names in this world, as I am an ancient citizen without any worries.
Being behind closed doors
What’s the point of being behind closed doors, chatting away from the hard work of this life?
The frost is thin and the green remains, and the wind is blowing and thousands of trees are howling.
Study Zhu and read the Book of Changes, drink and read Li Sao.
To cut off the thought of fame and fame, it is not necessary to cut off the scissors.
Closed door
Lying high beside the mirror lake behind closed door, Yuan Zi has no time to be busy.
The remaining chrysanthemum in the cup is bitter, and the remaining fingers and claws are fragrant with orange.
The lights are dim and the rain is pouring down the empty steps. It’s so cold that I lean on the bed in my husband’s room.
Don’t wait for the old age to run out of official love, the future will be like a wild goose arriving in Hengyang.
Closed door
There are thousands of silent clouds and mountains, and I can’t bear to sigh and feel poor behind closed doors.
In high autumn, wine is cooked in a snow-floating urn, and in the middle of the night, the sword returns with thunder roaring into the sky.
It has recently been reported that dogs and sheep have fled to the north of the desert, but there are no ferocious tigers in Guanzhong.
The king still remembers that he is alone and loyal. How can a hero achieve this feat?
Behind closed doors
Withered hair and dissatisfied hair, chatting behind closed doors can nourish your innocence.
For fear of damaging the herbs, we should stop clearing the ground, and for the sake of cherishing the pine trees, it is forbidden to cut firewood.
A single wooden frame forms a new peak, and a small peak is bought.
Xiao Ran felt that nothing had happened, and he often passed by his neighbors while chatting and laughing.
Closing the door
Debilitating diseases are difficult to treat, but closing the door is suitable for sleeping.
I once disobeyed people and welcomed guests carelessly. I regretted writing poems when I was too thin to wear clothes.
A few slips hide the taste of the world, and half a cup of spring tea passes the flowers.
It is a wonder to live in seclusion for a long time.
Chai Cottage
Although Chai Cottage is very ugly, it is quite suitable for its despicable nature.
For ten seconds or so, the grass was half covered with grass.
The sound of the hammer blows through the wood door, and the fire comes out of the fence.
The tied wood is used as a pig cage, and the wall is attached as a chicken cage.
The yellow calves are roaming in the forest, and the geese are playing in the pond.
My servants farm and feed me, and my guests and hosts cook together.
I set up a large ladle in the tiles, and agarwood soup with sunflowers in the garden.
A full load is hoeed out. , hard work is inevitable.
The superiors are paid rents and taxes, and the inferiors are private.
If you have money, you can buy wine and roam around.
There are also supporters, maids and slaves with buns on their spines.
If you want to paint and hate no one, later generations will examine this poem.
A trip to the blue sea
The blue sea is like a mirror and the sky is cloudless, and all the true gods are paying homage to Qing Tongjun.
Nine sonorous Dongting music, octagonal forest and dragon in Chinese.
*** It is said that God has a new edict, and Chi You commands the Yatou Army.
He returned to the Holy Lord with Heluo, and passed through the demonic atmosphere of Liaojie.
The ants in Youzhou were burned down, and An used Xianyang to burn them in three months.
Yizu rides a dragon on the left side of the emperor, and only Ce Yuntaixun in the world.
The old man on the wall asked for poems from Xiaoan
The princes of Taiwan Province are all strange, and the rogues in the world are crazy all their lives.
No one asked Jingguang Lao, who was he stroking his palms and lifting his beard?
The old man on the wall asks for a poem from Xiaoan
The carriages and horses come and go in the dusty dark sky, and the pure light welcomes all the wise men with joy.
Half a cup of spring tea costs nothing, and it will lead to a smile in the next life.
Escape from the world
If you are thirsty, you have not tasted the poisonous feathers; if you are hungry, you have not tasted the black beak.
As long as it is a trial of knowledge, the choice is not up for debate.
If you have eyes to see the sky, you will have little taste for guests;
If you have a mouth to eat pines and cypresses, you will eat too many things.
Being an official and raising a wife and children. Are there any traps to avoid?
Which of the knives, saws and cauldrons brought it upon themselves?
I wish that there are no traces of people everywhere, and the elk disappear with me.
Amidst the white clouds and green mountains, a thousand-year-old nest often hides away from the world.
Rescue the summer heat on the river
I am tired of the city due to the bitter heat, and face the turbulent river on the first night.
The wind comes from the Western Mountains, bringing with it the snow and cold.
The sound of the weir is quiet and powerful, and the spray is as thin as a rapid beach.
The noise of carriages and horses was far away, and I felt even more naked.
The moon is missing from the broken bank, and I hate not to watch it until the third watch.
As the fireflies return, the city gates are about to be closed.
An odd title for summer vacation in a nearby village
When I was able to beg for my body and return to Hesheng, my strength was not completely exhausted.
Chu Temple is surrounded by grass on the three-way road, and Sui Temple is covered with moss and half of the monument is broken.
You might as well ride on the moon in a solitary shop, or watch the mountains move in a flat boat.
The red crocodile crown is really terrible, and I have spent my whole life picking up fences in vain.
Among the pines and bamboos in the summer resort
Two pails are five feet high and surrounded by ten thousand bamboos.
There are cicadas chirping in the forest above and birds flying below.
The sun disappears at noon, and I forget to return every time I come.
The poems of the Qing Dynasty suddenly become old, and they will always be contrary to the secular world.
There is a strange place in the direct north, Yanting and Diaoji.
Why do you spread out a coat of oak leaves when there is frost and snow?
Shelter from the rain
The clouds are like broken mountains that are about to block the sea, and the trees are like strange ghosts that are about to attack people.
The rain is coming soon, and the rooster sings in the morning even if the clothes are burnt.
Bianstone Fool
The medicine is stored in hills and ridges, and it is difficult to cure people who are foolish.
When the letters and books are exhausted, it is pitiful and late to see things.
The mistake comes from the day of playing the crown, and the worry comes from the time of literacy.
I am lying by the north window, reading Tao's poems every sentence.
Every boat comes to the door
You can buy a boat with a thousand dollars, and you will no longer borrow it from others.
The woodcutter enters the market in the morning, and the salt and cheese are returned at night.
Not only does it carry spring seedlings, but it is also enough to harvest autumn crops.
Sometimes I get drunk in the village, and the old and the young sleep together.
It often invades the moon and is not afraid of evil winds.
I don’t have time to enjoy the joy of doing nothing.
My cousin Jiangyang planted a bamboo named Junpo and came to ask for poems
Feng Chang's legacy is as cold as autumn, and he knows that he is very good at cultivation.
Thousands of miles away can prevent us from talking to each other, but the two books are still happy to avoid ups and downs.
But there is bamboo that can cure customs, so there is no need to worry about it.
You must always encourage yourself when doing something, and don’t allow ordinary people to travel with you.
After farewell, I sent it to Ji Chang
The vulgar people are so vulgar to the bone that they bow to each other. I don’t know this Cao Mian.
Where can I find Xu Chen? I am not a writer. The cliff is inaccessible to you.
Meeting envoys on the road makes me energetic.
The beauty of the country suddenly increased, and I felt the wind and moon were new.
When we meet each other in bed, we fall in love from night to morning.
I forgot to tie my pants when I got up, got drunk or fell off my towel.
Go out of Jincheng South and ask about Jiang Meichun.
Sencha Qiye Shop, call the boat to intercept Yanjin.
The abandoned garden is desolate, and the leisure time is scattered.
I return home at dusk, and the moon rises like water.
Sijun has gone far away, why should we meet again?
Bie Jian'an
For the past thirty years, Monk Yunshui has often carried a begging bag and tied it with strings.
If faith is not a nest of insanity, it will be an endless lamp in my home.
Bie Jian'an
Chuze and Wushan have become accustomed to it, and Wuyi has been famous since the past.
The small temple in Beiyan is Changtingyi, and I like to visit the mountains for the first time.
Farewell to Jian'an
Leave the city late at night with hats on and whips raised, and the lights of the posthouses are brightly lit.
The flowers are blooming on the sentimental leaves, and the fresh air is sent to the guest house.
Farewell to the Plum Blossoms
Bamboo fences cover Yuji, and thousands of plum blossoms fly across the ground.
I was happy to patrol the eaves to ask for laughter, but I was sad to see him return home by the water.
The place where the shadow crosses the moon is filled with sorrow and emptiness, and the branches are full of branches.
Love has been with us since ancient times. Don’t blame me for crying on your clothes.
Farewell to Rongzhou
Every year in life is like a dream, and a pillow of peace is also pleasant.
I have nothing to do in the mountain city, so I will be free for the time being.
The wine-filled clouds in the Xiaotai are used to give birth to women, and the fairy caves are looking for plum rain towels.
I am afraid that there will be less Qingyou from now on, and the carriages and horses in Jincheng will become red dust.
Farewell Wang Bogao
Who is willing to look for me in the cold shoulder? I am ashamed of my close friend when my string is broken and the dust box is broken.
It’s not enough to drink wine at home, but it’s not enough to go to the sea to seek poetry.
Thin official books are often filled with gonggun, and the middle-aged life is easy to change.
It is not unintentional to give the incense box as a farewell gift, but I asked you to look at your heart with your lotus crossed.
Farewell to Yan Hezhi
It is difficult to recover the soul of the vessel, but there is still the comfort of peace and loneliness.
Tonight the moon is bright and the sky is sighing, thinking of you sitting alone on the creek bridge.
Bie Yan Hezhi
Thousands of miles of wind and smoke are difficult to travel, so the boat should pass through Ziling Beach.
Wealth in the world knows nothing, don’t lose your old fishing rod.
Farewell Yang Xiucai
At the end of the year, we say goodbye again at the end of the river. The smoke is fading and the grass is declining, which is very sad.
The layman would rather Zhizi, who is worried about his thoughts, who would he like to talk to?
The lamp is dark and I want to pour out the boring wine, but the road leader responds and presents poems.
In life, you must be healthy and smile freely.
Bie Zeng Bachelor
I heard the name of the public when I was a child, saying that it was a thousand years ago.
A slightly longer recitation of the official document, compiled by Han Du.
I often dream of seeing you at night, as bright as the moon in the sky.
I sit up and sigh three times, hoping to see my fate.
Suddenly I heard that Gao Xuan had passed by, and I was so happy that I forgot to eat and sleep.
I wrote on my sleeve to bow down to the shaft, which was a private pity.
The road is like a nine-reaching thoroughfare, but little wisdom can cut through it.
If you wish to see virtue, you may be stubborn or rarely recover.
The public does not mean being arrogant, condescending and circumspect.
Riding a pneumatic sun, the frosty sun brightens the mountains and rivers.
I can’t follow the rules, and I am so excited to look at them.
It takes ten days to paint the stone and three years to carve it.
Those who are humble and poor will die soon, but when they hear the Tao, they will become beautiful.
He has a public heart and dares not to know what is being said.
Professor Zhang returned to Xiangxian alone
The small pavilion has an open door, and the car is sitting next to the rest machine.
Pedestrians are calling for the evening crossing, and young women are wearing autumn clothes.
The trees are covered with frost and the mountains are in danger, and the wind and crows are full of guests.
When I arrive as a guest, I am wrapped up in autumn, and I am about to return home.
砠风
I have studied poetry for three hundred years, but Yanfeng is the best at it.
Before spring, the plowing calves are healthy, and the festival is approaching and the pigs are singing.
The eaves are warm with mulberry trees and elm trees, and the garden vegetables are clear in the wind.
No need to ask about the golden elixir, I will hold on to it for the rest of my life.
One day before the Yuan Dynasty, Bingchen looked like a monk giving lectures in a mountain house.
I am ill and can’t help but rain all night long, and my family is poor and only hangs old New Year lanterns.
The rafters and willows are repaired and the corners of the building are lifted up, and the tower floors are exposed in the clouds on the dangerous threshold.
I laugh at myself because I am wandering in an uncertain way, and I rely on withered vines wherever I am.
In the early winter of Bingwu, I suffered from severe pain in my heart and stomach, and became more and more weak and exhausted.