Warm ancient poems

Warm ancient poems

Qingpingle villager ju

Song Xin qi Ji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

This is a family of five. They live in the country. Grandparents with white hair are gentle and lovely.

The eldest son is weeding the beans, the second son is knitting a chicken coop, and the most naughty one is the youngest son, who is peeling lotus flowers at the head of the stream.

How warm and cozy, such a family, quietly together, is the greatest warmth in the world.

Nangezi

Song Ouyang xiu

Golden mud belt with phoenix bun and jade palm comb with dragon pattern.

Walking under the window, smiling and supporting each other, loving each other?

Make a pen and draw flowers for a long time and try your hand.

Idleness hinders embroidery, so how can the word Yuanyang become a book?

A newly married couple, attached to each other, envy others.

The towering bun is like a phoenix, the golden hair band is shining, and the jade comb with dragon palm shape is inserted horizontally on the bun. Look at the mirror carefully, hold Lang Jun's hand and ask, "How's the eyebrow painting?"

She fiddled with the pen tube with both hands and snuggled up to Lang Jun for a long time before she got up and tried to draw embroidery patterns, which wasted the embroidery time and asked Lang Jun with a smile, "How should I write' Yuanyang'?"

Answer Lu Li.

Don Zhang Jiuling

The fragrance of pine leaves can be used to brew sweet wine. Spring has come. I wonder how much of this wine you have brewed?

Although the mountain road is far away, I will not refuse your kind invitation; Even if the snow is thick, visit the snow. It's spring and the ice has melted.

A friend invited Zhang Jiuling to have a drink, and Zhang Jiuling replied to this poem, saying that even if the mountain road is rugged and far away and the snow is thick, I must go and see it.

On such a snowy day, it is warm to go to a friend's house for an invitation, rain or shine!