"Fu De Summer Begins the First Festival" by Li Shimin
The Spring Festival Gala of the third year in the north and the beginning of the ninth summer in the south.
The orioles are changing gradually, and the flowers in the green forest are falling.
The waterfall still rings in the valley, and the ape cries in response.
Early morning lotuses roll towards the heart, and long poplars bloom in the shadow.
At this time, the joy is not very high, so we sit down and look at each other.
"Ode to the early geese coming out of the clouds" Li Shimin
In early autumn, the jade dew is clear, and the early geese come out of the sky and sing.
The shadows are blurred when separated by clouds, and the sound is hidden due to the wind.
"On the Double Ninth Festival, a banquet was given at Qujiang Pavilion, and a six-rhyme poem was composed with clear characters" by Li Shi
The early clothes were in front of the court, and they turned into diligence and sincerity.
This is a time of leisure time, which is suitable for the festive season.
Quchi is clean and cold, and the chrysanthemums are refreshing.
The world is full of refreshing energy, and the terrace and palace are clear in autumn.
The government and the public celebrate a good harvest, and there are many cheers at high meetings.
Always cherish the unforgivable precepts, and good men share the same sentiments.
"There are many celebrations in the harvest year, and the nine days show your love" Li Shi
The refreshing air is solemn and seasonable, and I hear Shuo Hong in my early clothes.
Double Ninth Festival is a festive season, which brings good fortune and prosperity.
The bright and clear twilight pool is filled with fresh chrysanthemums.
Fang Zun fills the whole room, and smoke condenses in the air.
Huihe believes in my way, and he maintains harmony but you are the same.
Push sincerity to Xuanhua, and the world will be public.
"Bodhisattva Barbarian" Li Ye
Climbing the tower and looking at the Qin Palace in the distance, I saw two flying swallows in the vast distance.
The Wei River flows through thousands of mountains and hills.
In the distance, there are green trees and smoke, and there are people walking on the road.
A hero is welcome back to the great inner city.
It is fluttering and under the three peaks, and the autumn wind is often gentle.
Heartbroken memories of the fairy palace, in the hazy smoke.
I sleep all the time thinking about my dreams, and my silence lasts as long as I am drunk.
Sooner or later it’s time to return, the sky knows it.
"Moon over Guanshan" Bao Junhui
The bright moon in autumn shines brightly on Liaoyang City in the north.
The light in the plug is full, and the wind is heavy and dizzy, it is reborn.
The soldiers looked homesick, and the war horses were frightened.
The new wind is saddening the grass on the edge, and the wild sand is hiding in the camp.
The sword is in the frost-condensed box, and the wind is blowing away.
I visited Jinque in the morning and evening and heard no sound of fighting.
"A Rose Poem with Eighteen Rhymes, Presented by Xu Xuan, the Minister of the East China Sea" by Li Congshan
The green shadow returns to the quiet pool, and it is beautiful in April.
The orchestra flourishes day and night, and hundreds of thousands of embroidery branches are arranged.
I looked at the Shengyin wall all over, and the high frame was moved again and again.
The dew lightly moistens the paintbrush, and the bees mistakenly brush the mustache.
The sun shines beautifully and slowly, and the wind shakes the emerald curtain.
The moss ground is red in the early morning, and the wild vines are hung with spider silk.
The young thorns hold the clothes thin, and the new strips hang down the grass.
The evening fragrance is hard to let go of for a while, and the delicate nature is revealed.
Between the depth and the light, the glory and splendor rise and fall with each other.
I have stayed as a guest for a long time, but I want to return late under the moon.
Where there is a lot of brickwork, there is a dense fence.
The Jiangluo room is brilliant and the jasper leaves are staggered.
Seed with diligence, you will know the distance and distance.
The sleeves of crystal singing are dancing softly on the waist.
Who will compare with the deer and the deer? Tingxuan will sneer at her own accord.
The makeup is even and the water is low, and the tears are dripping.
The painting was painted by Liang Guang and named Yiya Chuji.
I send you eighteen rhymes, and I am ashamed of my novelty.
"The View of Father-in-law" The Xu family
In the early days, he and his concubine Yuan admired Zhihua and went to Lingyue together to visit the real immortal.
At that time, I wrote about the scene in the pot, and today I came to the cave in person.
Outside the shadow of the ceremonial guard, the sound of golden threads reveals the green peak.
But I am ashamed that I have not reached Hua Xuli, and I can only predict the prosperity of the country for thousands of years.
"Send Congratulatory Envoy Chao Juqing to the East of Japan" Baoji
Shangcai gave birth to the country, and the East China Sea is its west neighbor.
Nine translations of Tibetan envoys, ministers of the thousand-year-old saint.
Wild sentiments favor propriety, and wooden nature contains truth.
The golden sails are turning in the wind, and the golden clothes shine on the ground.
The mirage pavilion is opened in the isolated city, and the dawn sun rises above the red wheel.
I know the coming year early, and I will paint all the jade and silk in the mountains.
"Send Jia off to Luo to pick up books and pay his respects" Su Ting
In the old country, the talent was based on the place, and he was the official historian of the dynasty.
I still want to collect fragrant orchids after leaving the collection of bamboo slips.
When it was announced that the door was closed, the wine cup was called Yilihuan.
I came in early with the deputy director of the capital, and stayed in Luo for books and periodicals.
"Snow" Xu Yanbo
The snow is dark and the sea clouds are dark, and the sky is like dew.
The new wind blows in my hometown, turning the trees on the jade steps.
The lonely concubine tunes the jade sesame, and the early cold brings forth the brocade.
Kang Jun opened the curtain and sat in the shadow of the north court.
"He Quanzai's Acrostic Poems" by Mr. and Mrs. Feng
After the carriage and horses retreated from the court, Yu Huai stayed with his literary friends.
The verb Zong Boxiong emphasizes beauty and good historical achievements.
I also chanted "Bao Xie", and the two wonderful things increased in price.
The sky is full of rain and frost, and the birds are chirping in the trees at night.
Tin Si has different ideas, and he has been good at seeking names for a long time.
My heart is ready to burn the inkstone, and I am shy to accompany the heroes.
"On September 9th, Qinzheng watched hundreds of officials downstairs pay tribute to their birthdays" Wang Ya
Yuqi Yellow Flower Festival, Linxuan Purple Street.
The morning sun gives birth to colorful battles, and the bright colors enter the fairy tower.
Everyone who wishes longevity is an egret, looking up at the sky with all his beauty.
The chrysanthemum bottle has passed for nine days, and the phoenix calendar has begun to change.
The music is playing, the wind is rising, and the cup is filled with auspicious shadows.
There is singing and dancing here every year to celebrate the emperor’s retirement.
"Miscellaneous Songs and Songs of Farewell" by Zhang Ji
Pedestrians go out at the end, and when will the horse's hooves step on the doorstep.
Recalling the time when the former emperor first accepted the lottery, he did not mention that he belonged to the Liaoyang garrison.
Had I known that I would have to part ways today, who would be the best choice for Chengjun’s family?
A man is born into service, which wasted my youth.
It is better to chase the king and die in battle, who can live alone in the empty boudoir.
"Farewell Song" by Zhang Ji
Pedestrians go out after finishing their journey, when will they step on the road in front of the door.
Recalling the time when the former emperor first accepted Cai Cai, he did not mention that he belonged to Liaoyang garrison.
Had I known that I would have to part ways today, who would be the best choice for Chengjun’s family?
A man is born into service, which wasted my youth.
It is better to chase the king and die in battle, who can live alone in the empty boudoir.
"A Walk on the Sand Embankment, Presented to Mr. Pei" by Zhang Ji
The sand on Chang'an Avenue is an embankment, and in the morning there is no dust, no rain, no mud.
The jade in the palace leaked for three seconds, and the prime minister came riding in Zhu Yigui.
The high-rise buildings on the roadside are singing and singing, and thousands of cars can't move, so those who can't move should avoid it.
The street officials and the local staff are calling each other, and there is only an empty thoroughfare for ten miles.
The white hemp edict is transferred to the seal, and the new embankment has not yet become the old embankment.
"Mountain Deer" Zhang Ji
The mountain deer has horns and tail.
The poor children rent too much and lose enough, and the husband dies but the children are not buried in prison.
Boil and steam the wild hills early in the morning, and there will be no prison food if you do not harvest grains or millet.
The county family is only worried about the food of the small army. Who can prevent you from being killed or injured?
"Summer Residence" by Zhang Ji
The door is often closed when there is nothing to do, but I know that the summer is long.
The cicadas sound lonely in the morning, and the air in Hsinchu is cool.
Sitting at the desk, looking at the medicine bed.
My self-pity has not returned yet, but I still send it to my class.
"Repaying the Sun in Luoyang" by Zhang Ji
The poor family lived far away from each other, and the number of restaurants was rare.
Sitting alone reading a book, walking leisurely in brown clothes.
The early cicadas grow old in the garden, and the new rain paths make the trees fat.
Everyone is fighting for fame and location, and no one can see right from wrong.
"Cui Consort Dongyuan in Late Spring" Zhang Ji
The leisure garden is very windy, but it is unexpectedly located on the east side of the street.
Zaozao's poems are famous, and his long-lasting wine has the same taste.
After the new rain, the fragrance of bamboo is heard, and the orioles are singing among the flowers.
Mo Qian has been passing by for a long time, and the time has gradually become empty.