"Self-mockery"
What do you want from Yunjiao Huagai? Before he dared to turn over, he had already met his head.
I pass through the bustling city with my broken hat, and my boat is full of wine.
His eyebrows are cold and he points his fingers at thousands of people, and he bows his head and is willing to be a Ruzi Niu.
Hide in the small building and become one, regardless of winter, summer, spring and autumn.
"Untitled"
It's an ordinary thing, a fisherman in a deserted village.
I was intoxicated late at night, and there was no place to look for wild rice.
"Self-Inscribed Portrait"
The spiritual platform has no way to escape the divine arrow, and the storm is like a rock, darkening the hometown.
I would like to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.
"Accustomed to long nights to celebrate the spring"
When used to the long nights to celebrate the spring, the woman will pull out the hair on her temples.
In the dream, there are vague tears of loving mother, and the king's flag changes on the city wall.
I can’t bear to watch my friends become new ghosts, and look for poems among the swords angrily.
After chanting, I lowered my eyebrows and found nothing to write about. The moonlight shone like water on my clothes.
"Untitled"
The trees in Dongting fell and the sky was high, the eyebrows were scarlet and the shirt was red.
There is someone beside the river who can't sing, and the autumn waves are dim and distasteful.
"The Lotus Man"
I am living in a fairyland where the sunflowers are grown, and the wind still smells the fragrance of jasper.
The egret shadow does not come, the autumn rustles, and the reed flowers stay with the dew.
Get rid of the greasy powder to show your style, fade away the red clothes and learn to use light makeup.
It is best to call the pure plants to Lianxi River, and do not fall into the cold pond with the remaining leaves.
"New Year's Day of the Twenty-second Year"
Yunfeng Gaoxiu protected the general, and struck Hanchun with thunder to destroy the people.
After all, it is not as good as the concession, and the sound of playing cards sounds like New Year.
"Two Poems for Gifts"
One of them
The bright-eyed Yue girl put off her morning makeup, the water flowing through the water and the lotus breeze are the old hometown.
After singing all the new words, I am happy to see you, and the early clouds are like fire on the clear river.
Part 2
Nv Qin is tending the jade instrument, and Liang Chen is dancing happily in the gentle night breeze.
For a moment, the ice string sounded sharply, but there was a sound of galloping stars.
"Sending Mr. O.E. back home with orchids"
The beautiful woman grows old when the pepper is burned and the osmanthus is burned, and the lonely rock alone shows her true heart.
How can I cherish the fragrance left behind? My hometown is like drunkenness with thorns and hazelnuts.
"Untitled"
There are many thorns in the field, and there are battle clouds in the sky.
A few houses are buzzing with spring, and everything is quiet and quiet.
When I went down to the soil, I was drunk by Qin, and when I was wandering, I stopped singing more and more.
The storm has become overwhelming, and the flowers and trees have become desolate.
"Response to the Guest's Criticism"
Being ruthless may not necessarily make you a hero. How can you not be a husband if you have a pity for your son?
Do you know that those who stir up the wind and roar are smaller than the dodder when they look back?
"Gift of Pengzi"
Suddenly, a flying fairy descended into the blue sky, and two cloud chariots picked up the soul boy.
Poor Pengzi is not the emperor, so he runs away to suck the north wind.
"Gift to Japanese Singers"
The good scenery of the Spring River is still there, and the expedition to the distant country is on this occasion.
Mo Xiangyaotianwang sings and dances, the performance of "Journey to the West" is called "Feng Shen".
"Gift to Wu Qishan"
Living in Shanghai for twenty years, seeing China every day:
Don't seek medicine when you are sick, only study when you are bored.
As soon as he became broad, his face changed, and he beheaded more and more people.
Suddenly he went to the wild again, and there was no Amitabha.
"Inscribed on the Sanyi Pagoda"
The rushing thunder and the flying worms annihilated the sons of men, leaving the ruins of the ruins and the hungry doves.
Even when I left my burning house, I left my tall tower in memory of Yingzhou.
The fine bird still holds the stone in its dream, but the fighter resists the flow with sincerity and determination.
After all the calamity, the brothers are here, and when they meet, they smile and forget their grudges.
"Mourning for Mr. Ding"
Like the heavy building in the dark night, the spring breeze cuts the willows and the nine autumns pass.
Yao Se is pure and resentful, but she has no girl to shine on the high hill.
"What I've Heard"
The lanterns illuminate the banquet and the wealthy family opens up, and the charming girl is dressed up and serving the jade bottle.
Suddenly I recall my love and affection under the scorched earth, pretending to look at my stockings to cover my crying marks.
"Mourning for Yang Quan"
How can there be such pride as in the old days, when flowers bloom and fall?
How could we shed tears in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and cry for the good people of Sri Lanka?
"The Gengzi sent the stove to the stove"
A chicken and gum candies, and a suit of clothes for the incense.
If there is nothing growing in the house, there are only a few yellow sheep.
"The drama of suffering from encephalitis reported in the newspaper"
How can the eyebrows be taken away from the eyebrows, but unexpectedly it still goes against the wishes of all the women.
The curse looks strange now, like my brain is like ice.
"Occasionally"
What do you want the article to be like? Looking forward to the east cloud makes me dream.
What I hate is that the fragrant forest is so sparse, the spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums are not at the same time.
"Xiang Ling Song"
In the past, I heard that the Xiang River was as green as dye, but now I hear that the Xiang River is rouge-stained.
The Xiang Ling makeup is shining on the Xiang River, as bright as the bright moon peeking through the red clouds.
The lonely night on the high hill, the fragrant grass is scattered and there is no remaining spring.
After the drums are finished, the people of Yao Se do not listen, and the peace becomes like an image filling the autumn gate.
"Feelings on an Autumn Night"
Qi Luo sends flying light behind the scenes, and the cypress and chestnut bushes serve as a dojo.
I hope the emperor will eventually teach the fragrant grass to change, and the misty sun will decorate the desolate fields.
Where can cheese and fruit be offered to thousands of Buddhas? How rare are lotus flowers like Liu Lang?
In the middle of the night, the rooster crows and the wind and rain gather, and I feel the coolness of my cigarette.
"Gift to the Painter"
The wind is white and the forest is dark, and the sky is filled with fog and all the flowers are dead.
I would like to beg the painter to create new ideas, and only study red ink to create spring mountains.