Xun Chunzuo
Xin Qiji, a bold poet in Southern Song Dynasty
It's too late to repair the bamboo cold.
No one is alone in the secluded path, and there are countless complaints.
Only * * * plum blossom language, lazy to be so weak.
You don't want to find incense when you are looking for spring, and there is nowhere to find incense.
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The slender bamboo bushes are like green silk barriers, slightly cold, and the mountains and rivers in spring usher in the sunset. On the deserted road, I have countless regrets about Xiang alone. Only talk to plum blossoms, too lazy to chase the faint smoke in the air. When people appreciate the spring scenery deliberately, it refuses to give off fragrance, but it gives off a faint fragrance in an untraceable place.
2. Nanxiangzi remembers dreams in the middle of the week.
Xin Qiji, a poet in Song Dynasty
Sleeping on the pillow, I greedily listened to the dumb man fall asleep.
In the dream, the song ends; Still, Cui sleeve is in sight.
Don't be sharp-eyed. If you want to say something, you have stopped dreaming.
I only remember looking at each other the night before, regardless of people's worries.
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The ship sailed on the river and gradually fell asleep in silence and noise. When I meet the right person in my dream, she is still greensleeves's lovely modality. In my dream, my lover and I were inseparable, but when I wanted to say goodbye, I woke up from my dream. Recall that the night before, it was the noon of the full moon, and the full moon left people.
3. Han Gongchun beginning of spring Day
Xin Qiji, a patriotic poet in Song Dynasty
Spring is back. Look at the beauty's head. The flag of spring is rising.
Unprovoked wind and rain, unwilling to collect all the cold. Swallows in 2008 are expected to dream of the West Garden tonight.
If you don't do it, Chengcheng Huang will recommend wine, and even green leeks will be piled.
But laughing at the east wind, I have smoked plums and dyed willows since then, and I have no leisure. Come back in your spare time to look in the mirror and change your face. Qing Chou, who is coming to Jie Lianhuan? Afraid to see the flowers bloom and fall, return the geese first.
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From the curly spring flag in the beauty's hair, I see that spring is back. Although spring has returned to the earth, it is still cold from time to time, as if it were still cold in winter. The swallow has not returned to the north, and it is expected to dream back to the West Garden tonight. I am full of sadness and have no intention of buying anything to celebrate.
Dongfeng has been busy decorating the world since spring, and has come to steal people's youthful looks in the mirror at leisure. Sorrow is like a chain. No one can explain why I'm afraid to see the flowers fall in bloom and suddenly die in spring, but the geese who came to Korea returned to the north before me.
4. Shuilongyin crosses Shuangxi Building in Nanjian.
Xin Qiji, a poet in Song Dynasty
Looking up at the clouds in the northwest, Wan Li needs a long sword. People talk about this place. See you late at night. Bullfighting is full of flames. I think the mountains are high, the pool is empty and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are pale. Looking at the burning rhinoceros, I leaned against the fence in fear, angry and miserable.
The gorge bundles the Cangjiang River, crosses the dangerous building, and wants to fly and converge. Long Yuan is old! You'd better lie higher, curling is cold. The ups and downs of the ages, the sad laughter of a hundred years, and the browsing in an instant. Who unloaded it, sailed on the beach and tied the sunset rope?
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Looking up at the clouds in the northwest, you need a long sword to control the sky in Wan Li. People say that in this place, at night, you can often see the light between the bullfighting stars. I think the mountain is high, the pool is cold, the moon is bright and the stars are dim. When I lit the rhinoceros horn and went down into the water to see it, I was afraid it was near the railing. The wind and thunder are violent and the dragon and dragon are cruel.
The mountains on both sides constrain Dongxi and Xixi to rush over and stir up high waves. I wanted to fly over tall buildings, but I gave up. I want to be like Chen Yuanlong, but my body and mind are getting old. I might as well lie at home, drinking cold wine and sleeping on a mat.
When I boarded the Double Happiness Building, I thought about the rise and fall of the ages, and thought that my life was just a hundred years of joys and sorrows, laughing and cursing. Who once again unloaded the open white sail and anchored in the sunset? ?
5. Shuidiao Song Tou Zhou Ji Yangzhou and Renyun
Xin Qiji, a patriotic poet in Song Dynasty
The setting sun fills the dust, and Hu rides and hunts in the clear autumn. Han Jiaqun practiced 100,000, and the boat went up the stairs. Who throws a whip to fly across, recalls the past and licks the blood. The season is young and the horse is mink hair.
I am old now, scratching my head over Yangzhou. Tired of swimming, I want to plant thousands of oranges by the river. Second, the southeast scenery, ten thousand volumes of poetry books, try to make a plan with you: don't shoot Nanshan Tiger, straight for enriching the people.
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The sunset is magnificent, the smoke and dust of the border war are surging, the autumn is crisp, and the army of nomads from the Golden Army has invaded our territory on a large scale. Look at my 100,000-strong army bravely facing the enemy, and the warships lined up on the river stand like tall buildings.
Who said that Fu Jian's soldiers could cut off the river by throwing whips? I think that when Chang Dun murdered his biological father, Xiao Arrow was covered with blood, and the beaver invaded South and retreated in the wind and rain, and finally died in the hands of his cronies. When I was young, I was as spirited as Su Qin, riding a war horse and wearing mink to run for my country.
Now I have accomplished nothing. Old man, scratching his white hair, passed by Yangzhou, the old place. Being an official is tired, and I really want to grow oranges in the rivers and lakes for recreation. You are all southeast celebrities, with thousands of poems in your chest and bright future. I'll try to give you some advice: Don't shoot tigers in Nanshan like Li Guang, it's most appropriate to be a "rich man".