Xi An Xiang Qing Lu: Jie An's works are in the Wulin, but the condensed poems are full of things, and he must be a composer.
Essay on living in a secluded bamboo house: a story from Hushan Collection. "Miscellaneous Spring" cloud: The flowers fly in the small garden, the moss is slippery, and the Yan language is empty; "Twisted Peony" cloud: colorful silk skillfully weaves Yuanyang nets, and jade arms often hang splendid capsules; "Painting Peach Blossoms" cloud: with purple powder tears, the breeze breaks the drunken balsam; The word "Wild Goose in the Water" says: You don't need to borrow a sail to stretch a piece of paper, just make a new hook with the new moon; "Ode to a Cockcomb" says: The golden chapter holds Sanqiu dew, and the purple petals leak frost. Everything is neat. If he is "crazy all the way, drunk halfway up the mountain." "I am drunk in my hometown, but I am willing to bow my head and beg for mercy" in "Hanging Silk Begonia". "New Year's Eve Feelings" says that "when you are old, you burn the inkstone, but you still feel the old blanket when you dream back". That would be generous.
Jiang Lang San Yan Shi Ge
It is said that the Mountain Man of Taihua is excellent, and there is no trace of magic. Six Aos carried the mountain peak and cut out a hibiscus. I also heard that Wang Zhaishan was moved, spinning dry and turning Kun straight and doing nothing, the earth axis was deep and far-reaching, and Wu Ding Lishi was curious; Not today when I arrived in Jiang Lang, my brothers recognized the feathering of that year and asked when it came. They held their heads high and put their heads into the sky. Sometimes, the rain clouds light up, and the skin blends with the situation, which makes Su Shengren happy for the next generation, and Su Gongting's former comrades are happy; Duh, it's sunny and rainy in the wild, so I open the door to draw and read books in the morning and evening.
Send to spring
A spring mud is a disease, and you can find geometry in the disease; Worry lasts longer than worry, and there is more hate with others; Flowers fly all over the yard to add new leaves, and swallows hold empty beams to make up the old nests; If you live to be a hundred years old, you should be better than not wasting your time.
The coolness in the sunflower garden
The north window is cool and acceptable, and refuses to hang curtains; After the bamboo rain began, the lotus wind came late; Water clouds paint, mountain birds interpret poetry; Sit still and cherish the old, put the old sunflower.
Minglushan in autumn
Occasionally wail in autumn and climb to Luming Literature; The sky is high and the clouds are light, the geese have shadows, and the trees are silent; Painting for a long time, Xu Xibi, poetry leaves the feeling of Xie Tiao; The niche is dimly lit and the moonlight is dim.
Zhuzhi ci at the end of the year
Universiade (that is, winning with color is called Universiade)
The density is even, and the color of Yichun is quite difficult; A young girl has a clever mind, and the old one becomes a new one.
bead
Every family sacrifices wax politely, and slaughtering pork is just a pleasure; Neighbor Weng asked with a smile: "Good year, last year was more than ten kilograms." .
Xie Nian
Thanks to the gods and ancestors, cigarettes and candles are full of red;
There is still infinite hope for the coming spring, and everything is in deep worship.
Dark brown
Flying around like slaves, peeling and pecking at the door are doing everything they can; Poor people have little livelihood, are shy and have no money.