Laugh at the bamboo fence, peaches and plums are always full of customs
I also know that creation has profound significance, so I sent a beautiful woman to an empty valley.
Nature, wealth is the appearance of nature, not waiting for the golden plate to recommend China's house.
His lips were carried away by wine, and his sleeves were wrapped with Anh Hong meat.
The forest is dark and foggy, Guang Xiao is late, the warm wind is light during the day, and the spring is full.
There are tears and sadness in the rain, and no one is more beautiful under the moon.
There is nothing wrong with Mr. Wang's full stomach. He walks freely and needs a stomach.
Don't ask people and temples, knock on the door with a stick to see bamboo cultivation.
Suddenly, every photo of Zhang Huali was rotten, and the root of the disease was erased with a sigh.
Where did the humble country get this flower? There is nothing good about moving to West Shu.
It's not easy to push your luck, but it's a swan.
I can read it all over the world just to drink this song.
In the Ming Dynasty, when I woke up alone, the snow began to fall.
To tell the truth, after reading this poem, I remembered the sentence "Mr. Wang has no food, and he walks freely to ask for his stomach." Write those sentences about begonia flowers and throw them back and forth. When I was full and had nothing to do, I just wandered around and looked at the flowers and plants. It seemed very happy. In fact, at this time, Mr. Wang was depressed. Because of the poetry case of Wutai, he was jailed and almost died in autumn. Although he was finally pardoned, he was demoted to Huangzhou by the emperor, and his political frustration reached the abyss. This poem is a portrayal of my first arrival in Huangzhou, walking alone in Shan Ye, feeling like stagnant water, and occasionally seeing Begonia flowers standing proudly among the flowers.
During his four years in Huangzhou, Mr. Wang interacted with Haitang under the moon from time to time, writing poems and reciting words for Haitang. By the first stop of the poem "Begonia", Mr. Wang was already a Dongpo layman, and his mentality was not the sadness when he first came to Huangzhou, nor was he sighing for begonia flowers, but he had a kind of "idiotic dream."
Dongfeng is full of worship,
The fragrance and fog are empty, and the moon turns to the corridor.
I'm afraid the flowers will fall asleep at night,
So, light up the candles and brighten the red makeup.
Later generations have said that Dongpo had a grudge all his life: Haitang has no fragrance. I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding that Mr. Wang loves Haitang. Begonia is reddish but not coquettish, white but not sad, which is why Mr. Wang loves begonia. The smell is already tacky.
Unofficial history remembers that Mr. Wang once took Haitang as the topic, and the game teased his friends: "Eighteen brides and eighty lang, with white hair and red makeup. Two nights in the quilt, a pear tree pressed Haitang. " Because the poet Mr. Gain married an 18-year-old girl on his eightieth birthday, he had many objections, so he used the word "pressure" to include all the meanings that Mr. Zhang didn't say and wanted to say.
This rumor is a bit unreliable. In the first year of Yuanfeng, Zhang Xian took his own life. At this time, there is still one year from the Wutai Poetry Case. Therefore, if Mr. Zhang Xian borrows Begonia, I'm afraid she won't be regarded as a bosom friend in the future. Mr. Wang once praised Mr. Wang for "the beauty of poetry and the skill of words." The age difference between him and Mr Zhang Xian is nearly 50 years. Presumably such flirting is not feasible. Besides, when she was appointed as a judge in Hangchow, Zisu herself married a very young woman, such as Mrs. Wang Chaoyun, so this is a bit funny pot calling the kettle black.
Mr is very much in favor of a sentence, called: "Jiangchengzi Lake, the operator will get Zhang Xian", the cloud:
Phoenix Mountain Chu Qing is rainy, the water is clear and the sunset is bright.
A lotus flower is still blooming.
Where do the double herons fly? Mu Pingting if you are interested.
Suddenly, I heard that there was mourning for Zheng on the river, which was bitter and affectionate. Who will be sent to monitor?
Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement.
I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks.
Take a boat, drink and listen to the piano. After the rain, the lake of Xizi, like the notes flowing from the strings, is slightly sad and helpless, like a beauty leaning against the window and sighing. Such elegant taste, or the communication that this pair of forgotten ci friends should have.
In the Qing Dynasty's In the Garden Magazine, Liu Tingji recorded an anecdote, saying that one year he visited Huaibei and "passed by Suqian's family" and saw that "the hut was covered with terraced fields, with uneven flowers and trees, and the path was quite secluded", especially "the pear blossoms in the small garden were the most prosperous, changing like snow, and there were begonia under it, which was very popular for a while". This scene reminds me of a quatrain: "Twenty-eight beauties, seven or nine lang, rustling white hair with red makeup. Help the dove laugh into a mandarin duck, and a pear tree presses the begonia. "