Poetry about bronzes

"Playing Zheng Zeng's parents" Yang

Two thousand snow cocoons and six hundred and twenty copper coins.

Spare no expense for ten days, trying to catch up with the former sages.

After the death of the former sage, it is impossible to admire, and there is only one good word circulating in the world.

If you don't look for simple and pleasing symbols, you will find that there is no place for predecessors.

Zheng Weng knows that I am sincere, and there is no point in the cloud.

Lutong's book is rich in Meng Jiao, but Li Lao was awakened by Zhang Weng's wine.

At that time, the library was a school, and today it has been sent to Fang Xin.

More points and less analysis, every time Weng Zan is a hundred gold cups and thousands of dollars.

I am hospitable to the north, so I want to eat in the afternoon.

Yesterday, I invited guests to roast goose, and the cross soup cake was slippery.

In a blink of an eye, the dust flies over the shore, and the language is a slave sound.

There are hundreds of incense sticks, one by one, which is 1000 times.

Sip the fragrance and explore the poetry spectrum, but there is no pain of the passage of time.

Song Ouyang Xiu's Two Poems of Autumn Ode to Yu Sheng

Lonely tube is called autumn moon, clear anvil rhyme frost wind.

And heaven remains our neighbourhood is at the end of its tether.

That group of things has stopped moving, and all the troubles come from it.

The sun, the moon and the vector are double-flowing, and the four-hour ring is infinite.

Destroy the old and the strong man's chest

What is a strong man? Susie felt sorry for the bronze medal.

Five steps of "singing with a hundred songs" in Song Dynasty

Blue bronze, inch white pendant hairpin.

If you can't avoid it, you can't see the invasion.

Recalling the past with the group, the total angle is mixed with green.

It is not easy to weaken, so we know that the crown cherishes the yin.

When opening the chest, the past and the present are reversed.

Twenty books, embedded in Jinshi Road.

Fourteen years' delay is the first reward.

This year is June 6, and dusk has already invaded.

A lens shone in my eyes, and everyone was standing in a dense crowd.

Suddenly, I lost my mind and politicians looked for each other.

A field is willing to grow jade, and a waist is willing to pay a lot of money.

If the fortune is not good, Lao Lu can block it.

What a good book, a green piano.

In the distance, I can enjoy the fragrance of orchids and play with the sound of mountains and rivers.

Singing on the moon, lying drunk and fighting across the ginseng.

When the coach is half white, he is crowned as an old mountain forest.

Drink calf grass and enter gull white sand.

Call Zhang Lu in vain and listen to my white hair.

Farewell to Jiangmi for 26 years, Yi Tian for 20 years and Luo Zheng for 10 years, Song Mei Yao Chen.

I am fifty-two years old, and I often have a bitter parting.

It has been half a year since I left.

The three kings come from different sources, and when they meet, they come first and then come.

Jiang met first, and Luo Bei was later than Tian.

Officials are behind me, and officials are before me.

This is also diffuse and lightweight, infinitely deserted.

I like to laugh together, and I look shocked.

Hair is invaded by frost and eyes are hung by spiders.

It's easy to get drunk and make a fool of yourself.

When I wake up, I read my fame and fortune, and my illness is entangled.

Ann has a garden. She is relaxing and close to nymphs.

Raise thousands of fish and plant three or four kinds of grass.

All the dishes are called this, and so is Jia Guozhi.

Without the custom of making demands, poor winter is a high sleep.

Store white japonica rice and sell copper coins with wine.

Drink a few cups after dinner and let my son recite a good article.

Looking up at the red sun, just spinning with the sky.

See the sea in the morning and the Yuyuan Garden in the evening.

After all, how poor you will be, how stupid you will be, and how virtuous you will be.

For billions of years, the bones and muscles are not strong.

Tung coffin is three inches thick, and no one can avoid it in the past.

There is no reason not to go in time.