Guan Shanyue
For fifteen years under He Rong's imperial edict, the general came to the border without fighting.
The wealthy clan sings and dances, the stable horses are fat and dead, their bows are broken.
The fierce fighting in the garrison urges Luoyue. I joined the army at the age of 30 and now my hair is white.
Who knows the heart of a strong man in the flute, and the sky above the sand shows the human bones.
Gangge has been heard in the Central Plains since ancient times. How can there be any descendants who go against Hu?
The survivors endured death in hope of recovery, and several tears were shed tonight!
①Guan Shanyue: an old title of Han Dynasty Yuefu, which belongs to horizontal blowing tunes.
②Herong sentence: In the second year of Longxing of Xiaozong (1164), he issued an edict to negotiate peace with the Jin people for the second time. By the time Fang Weng wrote this poem in the fourth year of Chunxi (1177), fourteen years had passed. The fifteen years mentioned here are just an approximate number.
③The wealthy family has deep doors.
④Stable (jiu): stable.
⑤Garrison: A building for guarding the border. Diao Dou: A utensil used by the army to cook pots during the day and replace drums at night.
⑥Remnants: People in occupied areas.
Shu Anger
At an early age, I knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.
The building boat crosses Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.
① Lou Chuan Sentence: Refers to the second year of Longxing (1164) when Lu You was 40 years old and was appointed minister in Zhenjiang Futong. At that time, Zhang Jun was supervising the Jianghuai troops and horses as the right prime minister. He passed by Zhenjiang and Lu You paid a visit with his worldly friendship and was well received. Zhang Jun supervised the training of troops and horses, added warships, and strengthened river defense. Louchuan, a large ship with a high watchtower, was a warship of the Southern Song Dynasty. Guazhou Ferry is on the other side of Zhenjiang.
② Iron Horse Sentence: Refers to Lu You’s experience when he was 48 years old in Hanzhong, southern Shaanxi, in the eighth year of Qiandao (1172). Dashanguan Pass, a place name, was the place where the peace was negotiated during the Jin and Song Dynasties.
It was stormy on November 4th.
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, I did not mourn for myself, but thought of guarding Luntai for the country.
I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
①Stiff lying: lying down and not moving.
②Luntai: In the Miquan area of ??present-day Xinjiang. In the Tang Dynasty, it belonged to the Beiting Protectorate. This generally refers to the frontier.
③Yelan: late at night.
④Iron Horse Glacier: The strong horse galloping on the frozen river refers to the Northern Expedition in the dream.
On an autumn night, at dawn, I step out of the gate to welcome the coolness.
Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.
The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to see Wang Shi for another year.
The poem "Shi'er" leads the way
When you die, you know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as in all nine continents.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
The main forms of his patriotic poems are as follows:
(1) Expressing one's heart directly
"Shu Anger" "When I was young, I knew that the world was difficult, and the northern part of the Central Plains Looking up is like a mountain. The boat is crossing Guazhou in the night, and the iron horse is passing through the Great Wall. The hair on the mirror is already faded. "The true name of the world, who can be compared with others."
Lu You's "loyal heart" never got the chance to serve the country, and he often had to feel depressed and indignant, which is reflected in the poem as a pathos in the passionate tone. The ambition of "qi is like a mountain" and the reality of "empty self-promise" formed a strong contrast. The depression, frustration, and sadness in the heart turned into a torrent of river water and poured out, which has a very strong appeal.
(2) Expressing one’s ambitions by supporting things
"Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei" "Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. . No matter how hard you strive for spring, all the flowers will be jealous. They will fall into pieces and become dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same. "Lu You loves plum blossoms because they symbolize integrity. His poem "Falling Plum Blossoms" said: "The snow blows in the wind and becomes more awe-inspiring, and the integrity of the flowers is the strongest. When the time comes, they will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from the East King." When the plum blossoms bloom, they are not afraid of the cold, but when they fall, they do not love the spring. Bright, go with an open mind. What struck Lu You's heart was the noble character of plum blossoms. He even fantasized about "where can I turn into a hundred billion, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man" ("Plum Blossom Quatrains"), hoping to be with plum blossoms for life. This poem about plum blossoms actually uses the character of plum blossoms to express one's thoughts and feelings. Feelings about the film. The two sentences "Yiwai" say that the plum blossoms have been displaced and live in a different place; the two sentences "already" say that the plum blossoms have been damaged by wind and rain and encountered the wrong time, highlighting the misfortunes that the plum blossoms have encountered. In the next piece, "Yong Mei" went through many hardships and left with a fragrant fragrance. It is not difficult to see the reflection of the author's life experience and personality. In his early years, he was deposed because his patriotic remarks offended Qin Hui, and later he was dismissed because he "strongly persuaded Zhang Jun to use troops." In the peaceful environment of the Southern Song Dynasty, he was always under the taboo of the times, but his patriotic fighting spirit never faded, and even grew stronger as he grew older. This poem was written in his later years, and he expressed his unswerving patriotic stance and political integrity by chanting plum blossoms.
(3) Expressing emotions through scenes
"Moon over the Mountain" "Fifteen years after the edict of the Harmony, the general came to the border without fighting. The rich gates sang and danced in silence, and the horses in the stables were fat and dead. The strings are broken. The battles in the garrison are urging the moon to fall. Who knows the heart of a strong man in the flute? It is said that fighting in the Central Plains is ancient. How can the descendants of the people endure death and hope to recover? There are several tears shed tonight. ""Moon in Guanshan" was inspired by the title, describing the situations and mentality of three different people (generals, soldiers, and survivors) inside and outside Guanshan (border) under the same moonlight. The first four sentences describe the general: he does not fight when he is on the border, he indulges in his emotions and relaxes his war preparations.
The next four sentences describe soldiers: wasted years, broken bones, and unrewarded aspirations. The last four sentences describe the remnants: longing for recovery, but failed year after year, waiting to death. The moon is the background light source of the whole story. The three kinds of people are all sleepless people under the moon tonight. The pale moonlight reflects their different joys and sorrows. The focus of the poem is to write about the "hate under the moon" intertwined with the "hero's heart" and "the tears of the survivors", while "General Music" reveals from the front that the historical cause of this eternal tragedy is the national policy of "harmony" . The whole poem is painted with a layer of sorrow and anger of the times with a faint moonlight, silently expressing the author's inner condemnation of the "Harmony" national policy and the regret of having no way to serve the country.
(4) Dreams tell the story of one's feelings
"The Storm and Rain on November 4th" "Lying stiffly in the deserted village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. I lie down at night and listen to the wind. Rain, iron horses and glaciers come to my dreams. "The author was sixty-eight years old when he wrote this poem. Although he is old and frail and living in the countryside, he still looks forward to doing his best for the country. One late night, it was windy and rainy, and the poet seemed to be fighting fiercely on the battlefield in his sleep. The poem profoundly expresses the author's ambition to regain the country and serve the motherland and the unswerving spirit of "not growing old even when old", and fully expresses the poet's lofty patriotism.
In his article "Patriotic Poems", Mr. Zhu Ziqing divided the patriotic poems in our country's classical poetry into three categories: first, loyalty to a dynasty, that is, loyalty to a surname; second, praise of soldiers who bravely killed the enemy. ;The second is the common hatred towards foreign races. He also pointed out that the third item takes the nation as its standpoint and has a wider scope. He believed that Lu You "Although he was an official, his patriotic fervor was not only for the Zhao family. He served in the army in the northwest, which strengthened his hatred. For the sake of the nation and the country, he always had the ambition to restore the Central Plains." Therefore. , he believed: "Among the poets in the past, perhaps he is the only one worthy of being called a patriotic poet."
Concerning the country, loving the people, and fighting to the death are the greatest characteristics of Lu's poetry and the reason why it can be passed down through the ages. His poetry creation is rooted in real life, and its basic characteristics are realism. At the same time, many poems are permeated with the spirit of romanticism. Lu You has a high level of linguistic attainments and a concise and natural style. On the one hand, due to the solid content and abundant emotions, the poet does not need to focus on the elaboration of words. On the other hand, in order to express the main idea clearly and smoothly, making the work full of appeal, the poet also He attaches great importance to the refinement of language and the pursuit of new ideas, so that it reads warmly and touchingly.
Lu You's poems not only had a profound impact on the poetry world at that time, but also on later generations. Liang Qichao wrote in "Reading Lu Fangweng's Poems" that "the poetry world has been popular for thousands of years, and the soul of the soldier has been wiped out. The soul of the country is empty. Nineteen times in the poem are military music, and all the men from ancient times are Fangweng." Lu You's poems are also used to inspire the nation. Fighting spirit
The practice of gold and swords
Song Dynasty·Lu You
Gold and swords are dressed in white jade, and the light shines through the windows at night.
The husband has not yet accomplished his fifty years of service, so he takes care of Bahuang alone with his sword.
Beijinghua has made friends with all kinds of extraordinary people, and their spirit and energy are linked to life and death.
Shameless and unknown in the annals of history for thousands of years, I repay the emperor with a heart of loyalty.
When you came to join the army, you came to Hanbin, where Nanshan was covered with snow and jade.
Woohoo! Although the three households of Chu were able to overthrow Qin, how could China be empty and deserted?
Visiting Shanxi Village
Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
Shu Anger
At an early age, I knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.
The building boat crosses Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.
I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that it would be empty, but the faded hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.
If you are a master and have a true reputation in the world, who can compare with you in a thousand years!
Revealing one's true feelings
Back then, I traveled thousands of miles to find a feudal lord and defended Liangzhou on horseback. Where does the dream of Guanhe end? The old mink fur is dark in dust.
Hu is still alive, his temples are beginning to fall, and his tears are empty. Who would have expected that in this life, my heart would be in Tianshan and my body would be in Cangzhou!
Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
I don’t want to fight for spring, but I will be jealous of others. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
The hairpin-headed phoenix
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Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls;
East wind Evil, thin happiness,
a heart full of melancholy, a few years away from home,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and the crocodile silk is transparent;
Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion,
Although the mountain alliance is still there, the brocade book It’s hard to trust,
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When I want to write down my thoughts, I speak alone on the diagonal column.
It’s difficult, difficult, difficult.
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing;
The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark,
Afraid of people asking, swallowing tears to pretend to be happy ,
Hide, hide, hide.
Shier
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
Partridge Sky
I live in the misty sky. The slightest thing is irrelevant.
Pour out the remaining jade and walk through the bamboo, roll it up and lie down in the yellow pavilion to look at the mountain.
Greed and arrogance will lead to decay. You might as well look good anywhere.
Yuanzhi’s creation has a different heart, but he is old and heroic.
Yu Jia Ao
Looking to the east where is Shanyin. Thirteen thousand miles back and forth.
The letters home are filled with paper.
Shedding tears, it will be next year to return the book.
Message to the water under the Red Bridge. When will Bian Zhou find his brother?
The real old man has traveled all over the world.
Worry and sleepless. There are a few wisps of tea smoke on the temples.
Mei Mei in Chaozhongcuo
The beauty is so quiet that it is not suitable for young people.
Speechless and desolate.
A wandering life experience, very cold-hearted.
At the end of the month in Jiangtou, there are new poems and old dreams, and the fragrance of loneliness and hatred.
No matter what the spring breeze is, I have known Dong Huang first.
Langtaosha? Painted on the mat of the floating jade pavilion in Danyang
The long pavilion is darkened by green trees.
A few Li Zun.
Yangguan is always full of hate, let alone a pedestrian in the autumn scenery.
Clear tears in the towel.
Each of them lost their souls.
Yijiang Li hates her equally.
Ande Qianxun's horizontal iron lock cut off Yanjin.
Xie Chichun
When he was in his prime, he joined the army and once devoured the remaining prisoners in anger.
The clouds are high and the smoke is rising at night.
The red face and green temples support the eagles and garrison in the west.
Laughing at the Confucian crown will lead to mistakes.
The dream of fame and fame is over, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu.
Many tragic songs, sad and mournful.
The mist is endless, where can I see Qinguan?
Sigh that the passing years have become wasted.
Night Tour in the Palace
The snow is dawning and the Qingjia is in chaos.
Sleepwalking somewhere, I don’t know where.
The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water.
I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleep in the cold light.
The sound leaks out and the moon tilts the window paper.
Since Xu was granted the title of Marquis in Wanli.
Who knows that although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
A pole with wind and moon, a raincoat with mist, and his family lives in the west of Diaotai.
The fish seller is afraid of getting close to the city gate, but if he is willing to go there, he is deep in the world of mortals.
The tide is flowing, the tide is flat and the cable is tied, and the tide is falling and the song is returning.
At that time, people mistakenly compared Yan Guang to Yan Guang, but I am the unknown fisherman.
Huanxi Sha? He Wujiuyun
Lazy to the Shatou drunk jade bottle.
I call you to enjoy the small window light.
Blowing the trumpet at sunset is the most emotional thing.
Busy days lead to more hardships, and leisure days are less. New sorrows often persist and old ones arise.
A guest without a companion is afraid of traveling in a group.
Good things are coming soon? Climb to the top of Meixian Mountain and look at the sea.
Waving your sleeves and climbing to the west peak, you will be so lonely that there is no ruler in the sky.
Leaning on a stick and facing the Whale Sea, you can count the smoke and sails.
Looking at the clouds dancing in the blue luan, the return journey is almost over.
Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentiveness and hospitality.
Autumn waves are beautiful? On the evening of July 16, I climbed up to the Happy Pavilion to look at Nanshan Mountain in Chang'an.
When autumn comes to the corner of the border town, I mourn.
The beacon light shines on the high platform.
The elegiac song strikes the building, relying on the high wine, this is a leisurely experience.
A passionate person is like the moon in the southern mountains, especially when the clouds open at dusk.
The smoke and willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.
Bean leaves are yellow
Spring is often rainy and windy.
Spring is gone when the wind and rain clear.
Who cherishes the red dust?
Hate is hard to be poor.
Just like a declining man in his lifetime.
Fisherman
The mist and rain of Xiang Lake grow green silk.
Place the newly cooked wild rice on a spoon.
After the clouds disperse, the moon tilts.
The tide is falling and the boat is drunk without knowing it.
Living in seclusion in early summer
The Weng family is placed in the scenic spot of the lake and mountain, where the wild paths are sloping in the shade of locust trees and willows.
When the water is full, you can sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.
The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.
Sigh, old friends come and go, who will drink tea in the afternoon when you come to sleep?
[Note] Kuilong is bamboo shoots. Wooden pen, also known as Xinyi flower. Both are common in early summer.
Reading on a winter night shows Ziyu (Part 3)
The ancients spared no efforts in learning, and their kung fu was only accomplished when they were young and old.
What you have learned on paper will eventually make you realize it, but you will definitely know that this matter must be carried out.
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As soon as the rope dropped
The road was full of spinning silk and flying catkins, and the time was approaching. Who can talk about new sorrows at this time? There are hundreds of warbles and flowing orioles.
Looking down at the present and ancient world, where are the gods? Before the flowering, you must be judged drunk and helped back home. If the wine is not available, Liu Ling's tomb will be visited.
One drop of the rope
See through the falsehood of life and follow the ridicule of others. This body is like a person who rides the tide, having passed through thousands of waves.
I’m glad to be back safe and sound, with a pot of spring brew. The raindrops and smoke hats are next to Yuji. It should not be the title of a marquis.
A bunch of flowers
Standing in front of me, my soul is lost, and I still hate to be in the dark period. I have never been accustomed to shed tears of spring, and my clothes are filled with tears for the queen. That's even more so, when the flute is played in the pool hall, the green son is green and the shade is green.
The shadows on the cloister curtains vary from day to day, making it suitable for sleeping during the day. Chaoyun Mengjuan knows where it is, Qian Shuangyan, talking about and lovesickness. I have been sentenced from now on, and I am very haggard. I want to know this personally.
A cluster of flowers
The fairy Shu is unique in the sky, with jade-faced green moths. After reading Huang Ting, my heart is like water. I close the red door and feel sad close to the silk spring. The window is bright and clean. I am leisurely facing the Tang Dynasty post. The deep incense stick is incense.
There is no medicine in the world to keep the light flowing, and the wind and rain make it cool. When we meet, we talk about the old capital, sighing about the tribulation of dust and the vastness of life and death. How about accompanying me, green coops and green bamboo, fishing for Xiaoxiang in the evening of autumn.
Going up to the west building (a happy meeting)
The green at the head of the river is dark and red, and the swallows are flying. Suddenly, I went to the place I was traveling and hated Yiyi.
Shedding tears and sighing about human affairs is contrary to her heart. Fill the jade pot with flower dew to send you back in spring.
Great Holy Music
Forty-two years have passed since lightning turned to thunder, and I sighed for my life. Try to think about the past, nothingness is like a dream, full of joys and sorrows, together and dispersed like smoke. The sea of ??suffering is boundless, the river of love is bottomless, and wandering is like a leaky boat. Who can understand it? In the fire of impermanence, the body is strong with iron.
It will be Hua Dian in a moment. It is easy to tidy up the body and return to nature. Why should we pay attention to asking for land and houses? In life, we need officials, and in death, we need fame. Longevity and poverty alleviation, whether right or wrong, is an honor or a disgrace. The origin of this matter lies in heaven. From now on, let me go east, west, north, south, and become a flying fairy.
Peacetime
The bamboo room is one foot deep and quiet. The chaotic red flies away and the green becomes overcast, and there are songbirds.
When I was about to leave Lanting, I had nothing to do and started practicing piano by myself. The copper stove curls into the sea and sinks, washing away the dust.
Yuehaitang
The red gate of the abandoned garden is closed in the setting sun. Hanging on the rise and fall, in the tears of regret. A touch of palace plum blossoms, still, a little crispy and cut with water. In the place of sadness, I seem to recall the old events of Xuanhua.
There is a sense of desolation for pedestrians. Who can send the fragrance thousands of miles away? Standing in Jianggao, it is rare to see Yao and return to Longtou. The sound and dust are far away, and the dangerous building in Chutian leans alone.
Yuehaitang
The embroidery household in Lanfang is tired of getting sick. Sighing in spring, I woke up when I was bored. The swallow returned empty-handed, and there were several messages sent to the borders of Yuguan. In the sad place, the group nest is displayed alone.
The smoke in the smoke cage fades away and the smoke becomes cold. The tears are deep and I look at the shadows of flowers. How can he be restrained by the lingering fragrance? He is alone in the cold pillow. At dawn at the west window, there are a few sounds of silver bottles and jade wells.
The moon shines on the pear blossoms
The Jijing scenery is soft and the misty river is rising in spring. There is no one in Xiaohe, and the embroidered curtain is half up. The sisters outside the flower called each other and made an appointment with Ai Pu.
Xiu Mo forgot the pattern of Zhang Tai, and thought about it carefully, which made him feel sad. The jade on the chest and arms is reduced, and I want to find Pisces, and write a letter.
The moon shines on the pear blossoms
The boredom has been ruined, and there are many diseases. Several curves screen the mountain, accompanying people to the tranquility of the day. Liang Yan urged her to get up and change the fumigation cage.
When will the new sorrows and old hatreds be gone? The green temples will gradually wither, and the light rain will tell the flowers. Where to send the fragrant note? The embroidered pavilion is in the shade of the willow.
Magnolia
I have been living on the Bashan Road for three years, my green clothes are all worn out and my hat is covered with dust. The body is like a cloud crossing the west coast, and the sorrow reaches the grass in Qutang Pass.
Spring plate and spring wine are good every year, but trying to wear silver flags will make you drunk. Nowadays, everyone is one year old. I am not the oldest person in the world.
Magnolia Flower Slowly
Reading the dreamland of Handan, sighing at the green temples and early frost. Burning elixirs in Naihua Mountain and watching cranes in Qingxi, I still lose my original intention. Over the years, in the troubled times, I have learned the secret of understanding the truth and interpreting it extremely profoundly. Raise nine buns of golden twigs and plant them into thousands of groves of wonderful trees.
The star altar is learning to walk at night and chanting in vain. The cold dew penetrates the Yao hairpin. The green phoenix is ??draped in the clouds, the blue luan traces the moon, and the palace is deserted. After reading Langhan's letter, I became a close friend of Emperor Juntian. But the passing pot is roaring proudly, and the years are passing by in the world.
Shui Diao Ge Tou
Jiangzuo is the most famous place in ancient Xuzhou. The mountains are picturesque, and the beautiful places are surrounded by dangerous buildings. The drums and horns are solemn and majestic in the wind, the beacon fire is extinguished in the sky, and the past is remembered by Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, the sun is shining brightly, and thousands of stoves are home to brave men.
The dew touches the grass, the wind falls on the trees, and autumn comes with age. Let the king be free, talk and laugh, and wash away the sorrows of the past and present. Not being able to visit Xiangyang has wiped out countless tourists, and it is hard to let go of the regret. The uncle has been alone for a thousand years, and his name is as famous as the Han River.
Water Dragon Sings
Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, I can sigh and feel completely relieved. Dressed in clothes, the drunkards are scattered, and the beauty is far away. This year, there is miasma and heavy rain, by the Yelang River. I was leaning against the building, playing the flute, looking in the mirror by the window, crying and being frightened every now and then.
The flowers fall and the moon shines in the courtyard. Silent and heartbroken. Holding hands and holding hands, Zeng Xue painted Liang Qiyan at that time. Seeing and talking about the new arrival, the net is lingering in the dust, dancing in clothes and singing fans. The material is also shy and haggard, walking carelessly along the fragrant paths, afraid of seeing the singing oriole.
Water Dragon Song
Chasing the road on the Maha Pond, the red and green colors are mixed during the Spring Festival Gala. The time is beautiful, the begonias are drunk, and the peach blossoms are warm. It’s time to pick vegetables for the first time, the smoking ban is approaching, and there are silk tubes all over the city. See the golden saddles fighting for the road, the fragrant chariots flying over the covers, and the rush to occupy the new pavilions and pavilions first.
The melancholy years change secretly. Dark ecstasy, rain collects and clouds disperse. The mirror covers the moon, the hairpin beam dismantles the phoenix, and the Qinzheng slants the wild goose. At the end of the world, there are lonely mountains and fortresses, dangerous buildings flying around. There are only sighs of spring, poplar flowers and hatred, and the east wind is full.
Jade Butterfly
Wherever the tired guest travels in his life, he falls into Beijing and Luo and finds his way to Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang. The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side. Swallows are shy and orioles are jealous, butterflies are buzzing around and bees are busy.
Unforgettable. Fangzun frequently persuades, the steep cold has retreated, and the jade leakage is still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing. When he was about to return, Sikong asked with a smile. When he got closer, the prime minister was furious. Heartbroken. If you give me a false excuse, why not mount your horse?
Sheng Chazi
Repay the kindness of the mountain lotus master, let’s talk about helping the plow hand. The newly formed Xiao Mao Ci just occupies the mouth of Qingjiang River.
The wind and dust do not change clothes, but the neighbors often hold wine. It's like when an official travels, all the willows in the pavilion will be broken.
Birth of Chazi
The swallows nest in the sky, and the courtyard is quiet and the doves encourage the rain. The fragrant fragrance moistens the court clothes, and the guests chat about the dust.
Thousands of strands of silk on the temples are not spun by Wu silkworms. The lonely dream spreads across Xiaoxiang, and the moon falls and I hear the soft oars.
Good things come soon.
Hang around the world and paint silver candles on buildings every night. Who sees Wuyun Danzao, raising yellow buds and first ripening?
The spring breeze returns to the Purple Emperor, and the East China Sea feasts on Yang Valley. Come in and give me the gift of green peach blossoms and a thousand dendrobiums of jade dust.
Good things are coming soon
The wild goose has not yet returned home, and the treasure zither is scattered with broken hearts. It's even more cold and weak, like an old friend's unkindness.
The miasma clouds and wild rain darken the lonely city, at the corner of Chushan Mountain. If I bother to ask about Jiannan's news, I'm afraid it'll be a sparse question.
Good things are coming soon
The boat is returning from Fenkou, and flowers are scattered on the island at dusk. The white apples and red polygons on both sides of the strait reflect the fresh green.
Wherever there is Gushi, it is home, and water chestnuts and glutinous rice are enough at all times. Tomorrow I will ride on the wind again and travel south and north of the Yangtze River.
Good things are coming soon.
Small tiredness brings me a lot of sleep, and I can't wait to see the slanting sun. To drive away a hundred thousand Sand Demons, there are two dragons and Cang Bi.
Young people should not laugh at the aging of old people, but the flavor remains the same as before. Standing in the depths of the frozen clouds, I explore the news of Ximei.
Good things are coming soon
The wind is dew and the sky is cold, and we are serving a banquet in Yuhua Palace. I went to the Purple Emperor Incense Case in person and saw Jin Zhi Qianye.
The fairy dew in the green pot has just begun to brew, and its fragrance is unique. After being drunk, I rode a red phoenix to watch the spring scenery of Penglai.
Good things are coming soon
Waving your sleeves and climbing to the west peak, you will be lonely and lonely. Leaning on a stick, facing the whale sea, I can count the smoke and sails.
Looking at the clouds dancing in the blue luan, the return journey is almost over. Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentiveness and hospitality.
Good things come soon.
Find a destined person and share the elixir from the jade pot. Who looks deep into the dust of the city and recognizes the lonely crane in the distant sky.
In the middle of the month, Ba Ling plays the flute and Tiao Hua goes to the appointment. There is no limit to the ruin and prosperity of the past and present. I sigh that the mountains and rivers are like yesterday.
Good things are coming soon
Leaving Qinguan on Pingdan, driving with two deer in the snow. I would like to ask you how you are doing on this trip, and enjoy the beautiful Yi Xiuzhu.
Amidst the ashes of the Han family’s palace, spring grass turns green several times. You see how things have changed, with honor and disgrace one after another.
Good things come soon.
Go up to Lotus Peak at dawn in autumn, creeping high against the blue wall of the sky. Whoever keeps company with Fang Weng will have a light policy in the Temple of Heaven.
The red dragon flew suddenly, and the mountains were black during the thunderstorm. Talking and laughing make for a prosperous life, and laughter and meditation bring happiness to the people.
Good things are coming soon
I am thinking hard about returning home after traveling, and my worries are like thousands of threads in a cocoon. In the dream, the mirror lake is misty and rainy, and the mountains are countless.
The youthful madness in front of you is gone, and you are sending love words carelessly. Flowers fall and swallows fly in the courtyard, sighing that time is like this.
Good things come soon
The beautiful appearance lasts for thousands of years, but who can remember the lonely crane riding the clouds. Looking back at the places I once visited, there are mountains, rivers and cities.
The world is full of cars and horses, and the dust is dirty. Let’s visit Gexian Danjing and watch the rock flowers bloom and fall.
Ru Meng Ling
Leaning alone on the small mountain peak, green mist is flying around the body. I'm just afraid of learning how to practice clouds and create a spring dawn on the balcony. Spring dawn, spring dawn, the courtyard is full of green poplars and fragrant grass.
Mr. An
The society is at the beginning of the storm. There is a hint of spring in Zigui's voice. The most ruthless thing is that everything is scattered and there is only one rose. What's more, I am haggard and haggard under the quiet window this year. People are all strange, poetry and wine are worthless. Read the scriptures toward the medicine stove and forget about the orioles, windows and willows.
Everything is settled. The traces of powder are still on Xiang Luopa. Hating the moon and worrying about the flowers, fighting for faith in the Tao, that’s all for now. Recalling his previous life, he met Zhang Taima. Because it comes by itself, it is forbidden to be afraid of the heart. Even if we sing and drink together, we still talk about the old Kyoto dialect.
Xinghuatian
Old people come and go in a hurry. They were dancing and singing wildly. Once you get the gold cup, you will stop complaining. Watching spring and dusk.
Who is Qian and tied with wicker. Don't leave or urge me to go away. Can Hong was nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye. All belong to the hive swallow households.
Qinyuan Spring
The pink plum blossoms are broken, the green flowers are green, and the feeling of spring is deep. Gradually the bead curtain is rolled down, the branches are slightly stepped, the ice is open and the carps are jumping, and the forest is warm and the songbirds are singing. The lychees are scattered, the bamboo branches are sad, and the turbid wine is poured out with tears. I have been leaning on the railing for a long time, sighing at the slowness of the mountains and rivers and the passing of time.
Unexpectedly now. Nothing can be accomplished and the frost invades the temples. Look at the old friend, the sand embankment is yellow, the fish is hanging with jade, and the mink reflects the golden color of the cicada. Although Xu's country is strong, it has no road to the sky and is desolate for thousands of miles. Who can send a message? In the east wind, there are smoke and willows from Baqiao, which tell me where I want to go.
Qinyuanchun
Farewell to the Qin Tower, and in the blink of an eye, the New Year is coming, and the lanterns are coming again. I recall the graceful smile, the slender and gentle grip, the fragrance of jade and the language of flowers, and the warmth and crispness of the snow. I feel sad when I think about it far away, and I miss spring sickness, and I blame myself for never doing so in my life. Do you know that the fragrance gradually disappears from the Shu brocade, and the tears stain Wu Ling?
It is difficult to find a long rope that ties the sun. The tired guest has lost his old friends. But wild geese are rising on the outskirts of the river, the fishing village is complaining about the flute, the cold fire is burning, and the solitary inkstone is producing ice. The water surrounds the mountain, the smoke is dim, and the clouds are miserable. Even if there is a high platform, it is often timid to climb it.
In the place where the soul disappears, there is no fish paper and no blue dream.
Qinyuanchun
The lonely crane returns and flies to the distant sky, replacing all its old ones. The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. Carrying wine in the garden and looking for flowers in the alleys, I never underestimated the spring that day. As time goes by, the waistband and belt are left, and the hair on the temples is refreshed.
Make love. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health. I have good tea and good food. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding all dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor?
The bean leaves are yellow
The waist of the willows upstairs in the spring breeze, the first try on the gold-threaded clothes in front of the flowers. Niao Niao Ping Ping is not self-sufficient. It's too late to put on makeup in the morning, and my eyebrows are painted better than in the old days.
Bean leaves are yellow
Spring is often rainy and windy, but when the wind and rain clear up, the spring is gone. Who cares about the thousands of grains of mud and sand? Hating poverty is like being in decline.
Red Cliff Ci
The clock dawns at the forbidden gate, recalling the king’s journey to court, the first flight of the luan swan. In the middle of Xifu, there is a single step, facing the Golden Lotus Palace. The crouching embroidered chin, the celestial flower belt, is soaring at a glance. Life is unpredictable, one person belongs to the other.
Looking back at the green gate of the Purple Road, the leisure courtyard of the West Lake, thousands of bamboo shoots are sold. The crow roosting on the plain wall should be fine, but the residual dream cannot be repeated. The years are frightening. I look at my fame in the mirror, and my short temples are not much green. After a happy break, I will be drunk with you.
Night Tour in the Palace
After the banquet, the bead curtain was half rolled up. Outside the painted eaves, the scent of wax spreads. The sound of green mist is falling. Leaning on the incense shoulder, looking at the atrium, the shadows of flowers are chaotic.
Wan is the Gaotang Pavilion. The bamboo sticks and musk smoke are warm at first. Why is the bright moon full every night? Support Fangrou, hate this year, the cold is still shallow.
Night Tour in the Palace
The snow is dawning and the Qingjia is in chaos. Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown. The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleep in the cold light. The sound leakage is cut off and the window paper is tilted. Since then, he has been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
Night Tour in the Palace
The cold night invades the green quilt. Naiyoumeng, no return. I want to write new sorrows and tears splash on the paper. Recalling Cheng En, sighing for the rest of my life, so far.
Susu lantern flower pendant. I asked him what he wanted to report to me at this time. The door is thousands of miles away. The heart that hates the king is like a dangerous fence, and it is difficult to lean on it for a long time.
Define the situation
The hats are lowered and the whips are lowered to see the guests back, and the water on the small bridge is a branch of plum. I don't even remember my illness when it comes to spring. Who knows, but the fragrance drives people away.
I have a good time, drink wine, hold hands, and look very happy with you. The young and strong-looking man has snow on his temples from now on. Because of this, the fleeting years are full of anger and hatred.
Picking mulberry seeds
Baochai spent the night upstairs putting on her makeup and combing, and was too lazy to get on the swing. I am poking around the heavy smoke, my golden robe is wide and my bun is partial to the side.
Linhong did not send letters from Liaodong for another year. Before playing the tears, I feel sorrow in the spring breeze.
Picking mulberry seeds
At the foot of Sanshan Mountain, the idle lay people wear their clothes and shoes in a desolate manner. I was drunk and sleeping, and the wind caused the flowers to fly and fall on the fishing boat.
Sauvignon Blanc
There are thousands of clouds and thousands of waters, and I am in the midst of thousands of clouds and water. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.
My head is still young, my ears are not deaf, and my face will turn red even if I drink wine. Who is the same as one?
Sauvignon Blanc
The bridge is like a rainbow, the water is like empty space, and a leaf is floating in the mist. Tianjiao calls him Fang Weng.
The side boat canopy makes the river breeze, and the crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market. It's time to hear the twilight bell.
Sauvignon Blanc
She has a pale face and bright temples, and is full of poems and books. Officials often sleep during the day when they are free.
Painting Lingyan and going to Ganquan. Since ancient times, fame has belonged to young people. The best friend is the cuckoo.
Sauvignon Blanc
Understand the floating life, hate the fame, look back a thousand minutes and feel light. Peace of mind from now on.
I love the sound of pine trees and the sound of springs. I write to Gutong, who can interpret it. The autumn moon is bright on the empty river.
Sauvignon Blanc
The mountains are green at dusk, the rosy clouds are bright at dusk, and boats are crossing the Mengbi Bridge. The wind blows and wakes me up.
Look at the rising tide and the flat tide. Don’t stay in Xiling for a while. The silkworms can be cooked at the beginning.
The Sapphire Case
The west wind carries the sound of rain and turns the waves, just washing away the miasma of yellow grass. The old people are all mourning. Thousands of rocks lie high, and the five lakes return to the lake, replacing the Lingyan statue.
My old friend is stationed in Pingrong tent. How strong is Bai Yu’s waist. I, the old fisherman and woodcutter, will be the prime minister. Xiaotao red wine, late-fragrant Danli, remember the Manjiang River.
Nanxiangzi
When I return to my dream, I send it to Wu Qiang, and the journey to the river is long. I want to see the cables being tied up in Fangzhou at the beginning, the setting sun, and the scattered smoke and trees recognizing Wuchang.
The new frost on the temples was once the imperial robe dyed with royal fragrance. It's desolate to have friends with old and young people in my hometown, but I'm afraid that other places are better than my hometown.
Nan Xiangzi
Entered Huangzhou at an early age, and met each other with wine and wine. It’s been a dream for thirty years, but it’s a sad thing, and my temples are rustling with travelers.
I am visiting Pengqiao again. I don’t want others to laugh at me and I am ashamed of myself. It's enough to look in the mirror and lean on the building. There's nothing left to do with the boat, the moon, the flute, and the smoke.
Nan Gezi
It is too late to meet in different counties, and it is difficult to say goodbye in middle age. In the late autumn wind and rain, the guests' clothes were cold, and they looked outside the Chaotian Gate and talked about joy and sorrow.
The thin horse walks on the frost stack, and the light boat goes down the snow beach. Lin Dan, who lives under Wu Nu Mountain, is said to have been sent to me in my dreams for three years.
Zhaojun's Resentment
Cicadas sound in the courtyard throughout the day, and people are too lazy to shake their fans. Xiaojing writes about Xiaoxiang, which is cool by itself.
There are flowers and swallows outside the curtain, and there are people watching under the curtain. The treasure seal script dismantles the palace yellow, and the stick incense is used.
The willow shoots are green
The Jinli is prosperous, surrounded by the palace and the former residence, and there are strange flowers with stacked calyxes. Junke and enchantress compete with each other to fly to Jinle, and they all stand in the fragrant car.
No need for curtains. Bao cup dip, red clouds and auspicious clouds. In the light of silver candles and the sound of clear singing, don’t regret the end of the world.
Willow Shaoqing
For ten years, I have been in the world, singing and selling wine, but I have not been able to reach Beijing. The bottom of things is elegant, the tobacco in the long pavilion, the wind and sand on the temples.
You can judge the horizon with your high vision. Outside the drizzle, there are thousands of houses on the terraces. I'm afraid that in the Ming Dynasty, I won't see it for a while, and people will fall into plum blossoms.
Spring Scenery in Dongting
Articles written in the prime of life and meritorious deeds in old age have misled people since the past. Calculating the hero's success or failure, Xuan Shang's gains and losses, it is difficult to achieve what people expected, and it is a waste of innocence. Please look at Handan's dream that day. When the cooking is done, the yellow rice slowly stretches out. Only then do we know that wealth and honor often have nothing to do with the body.
There is absolutely nothing interesting in this world, how can I get it in exchange for jade, silk and water shield. There are fishing rods, fishing boats, pen beds, tea stoves, listening to the rain, and washing the dust. After thousands of years of Qinguan in Luoshui, there are still thorns, dark bronze camels, and gods in the sky. Why update? Mu Fenghou is far away, like a unicorn.
Autumn waves are charming
Autumn comes to the corner of the border town and mourns, and the beacon fire shines on the high platform. The sad song strikes the building, relying on the high wine, this is a leisurely way.
A passionate person is like the moon in the southern mountains, especially when the clouds open at dusk. The smokey willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.
Autumn waves are charming
Once scattered in the palace of flower stamens and pearls, a thought fell into the dust. The lead is washed away, the pearls are not protected, and the Taoist spirit is immortal.
I rode a whale drunkenly on my eastward journey, and you followed me on a soluan. Looking at the moon under the rainbow, collecting herbs on the rooftop, no matter who is the same.
The wind blows into the pines
Ten years of beautiful horses and horses by the riverside, wine hidden in the world of mortals. Thousands of gold are chosen to win over the sea of ??orioles and flowers, relying on madness to drive youth. The flutes, fish and dragons all come out, and the poems written are as new as the moon.
Self-pity, beautiful hair covered with gauze scarf, just like an official body. Fenglou often remembers what he said back then, asking how the false name is like being a close relative. I wanted to send Wu Jian to say goodbye, but this time I was really idle.
Feng Liuzi (a domestic concubine)
Beautiful women often have a bad life, and she first fell in love with De Yao and married Liang Hong. I remember falling asleep under the green window, chanting quietly, turning the sentences into acrostics, and the patterns becoming exquisite. Even more prosperous, Su Wan left the play ink, and the delicate jade caressed the lonely tung tree. The toad drops are cold at night, the water is slightly frozen, the phoenix paper is spring-like, and the flowers are light red.
Who could have predicted that life would be such a miserable place, and one would end up among the willows and flowers. The parrot in the empty painting hall is in a deep golden cage. Xiang Baojing Luanchai, always late at night when putting on makeup, embroidering flower patterns on teeth, prompting dancing and still lulling. The moon flute on the bridge in the heartbroken city, the frost bell in the lantern courtyard.
Reminiscing about an old friend in Taoyuan
The setting sun is silent and the firewood door is closed, and a little smoke rises from time to time. Chickens and dogs come and go outside the forest, all showing a sense of desolation.
The old man is old and has lost his glory and wealth, but he loves the mountain city and has nothing to do. Before I left, I often leaned against the painting building. When would I come back here again?
Taoyuan Recalls Old Friends
There are several twists and turns of Gaozhai Road on the railings, deep in the heavy clouds. Danbi did not leave, but Gao Dongkong left a message.
Lili Fangcao Chang Pavilion at dusk, I have no choice but to drive the car. Only the broken smoke in Zhuzhou knows how often I look back.
Reminiscing about an old friend in Taoyuan
With a snap of the fingers, life passed by in an instant. Go and sing drunkenly and lie down high, why sing alone and harmoniously?
In my remaining years, I will return to my true self, thousands of miles away from the rivers and lakes. Get rid of the shackles of fame and fortune, and the world will become great.
Reminiscing about an old friend in Taoyuan
On that day in the Central Plains, Sanchuan was shaken, and Guan Fu turned around to simmer. The two rivers are filled with tears to conquer the town, and the day is full of hope for good fortune.
The autumn wind and frost are full of green temples, old but new and handsome. Thousands of miles away from the Huashan Mountains beyond the clouds, there is still no one asking.
Reminiscent of old friends in Taoyuan
In the south of the city, there are wine and singing roads, and there are countless leaves and trees. A bright red dew is the most caring place.
The sound of warblers urges spring to go, and it also brings wind and rain. I wonder how old the age is, the grass is fragrant and the sky is dusk.
Langtaosha
The long pavilion is dark with green trees, and there are a few left statues. Yangguan often hates it. What's more, I am a pedestrian in today's autumn scenery.
Clear tears flow into the towel, and each of them disappears. Yijiang Lihan is equally divided. Ande Qianxun crossed the iron lock and cut off Yanjin.
The black night cries
The lingering fragrance of the golden duck is still warm, and the slanting sun through the green window is bright. The fragrance of orchid paste dyes the clouds greasy, and the hairpin falls slippery and silent.
Ignore your partner on the swing and feel depressed. The embroidered screen shocked Xiaoxiang's dream, and a warbler sounded outside the flower.
Wu Ye Ciao
I lost my romance when I was an official, but I feel more innocent when I return home. There are many bamboos on the Orchid Pavilion Road, and silk towels are planted everywhere.
Snow tea is preferred when the spring is cold, and the fragrance of japonica is elegantly called silk water shield. Under the west window, there are idle people in the world.
The black night cries
The sun is turning over in the south corner of the eaves, and the lychees are blowing flowers in front of the building. It's frosty night in the sound of partridges, and the stack of drums has already urged the government office.
When I dream of my hometown, I come to sleep on my pillow, but the letter from Beijing cannot reach the end of the world. When the people of the country sued Shaowen and moved to other provinces, they cooked tea in the leisure courtyard.