1, flowers wither: green powder is drunk, and the evening breeze is not easy to ban. In order to repay my sister Qiong Yao's face, I tried my husband's heart of stone alone. Spring is like a dream, and life is not grateful. Where is the song of today's dress? Endless.
2, losing chess: Mid-levels cloud old thatched cottage, birds crow and flowers fall a few flat chapters. There are no sages when drunk, but men and women when cool. Lai and Ou Meng jointly protect the country and compete with ants for dreams. Who believes that idle people are the busiest when the outstanding poetry debt meets the chess enemy?
3, under the bamboo: Song Yinzhu shadow is a nest, it will pass through every day. There is no struggle with the world, and there are endless words with people. A contract is paid to the public, and some water and some mountains are like me. It's the end of the year. I'm only worried about it.
4, the second rhyme Yangmei: the cloud cage picks the first residue with the rain, and the millet is cold and fragrant. Many mouths are as sweet as honey, and it is better to know that strangers are slightly sour.
5, the end of the year: the mountains and clouds return to the east, listening to the frost wind. There is something in the universe beyond the canopy. Spring has turned from willow tips to green, and people's faces are not necessarily pink. Sixty, look at this. There is no such thing as white hair.
6. Answer a question: This is the fishing rod of surging waves, and the autumn wind returns me to my old beach. Yuan didn't rest, but Liu Sui didn't read it. The book taught me to be ashamed of taking shoes, and not to be crowned because of people. Otherwise, I haven't seen it in the Woods. Ling brew can laugh.
7.1February 10 day: the mountains are covered with snow and the paths run through bamboo fences. I painted with Xishan, and the vegetation was only cold-resistant with silver carved in the middle of the night, not beside the jade. Old branches chew poems again, and wash them like thirsty lungs and liver.
8. Egret Pavilion: The flowers and leaves are old and windy, and you are alone in the autumn city. Egrets don't know this kind of thing, and the sky will return to the geometric year. The past of the Six Dynasties, Qinhuai River, a flute, a cool breeze all night, a boat on the river. Who is my generation today, just like a fishing boat in the sunset.
9. Smell the rain: Smell the rain for a while at night, and the flowers in Nancun North Village are spring. Purple cotton swallows begonia buds, and green carpet swallows sand buds. Oil mill is not an old man's business, you belong to a mountain family. The east wind is full of peaches and plums, staying around Sang Ma's house.
10, go alone: Huang Guan Ye Fu goes with the lonely crane, and bamboo returns to Matsuoka. Refuse to avoid people in power and treat people like guests. Living in poverty does not belong to the left, and creation does not belong to me. Sweeping the stone bed and painting to sleep, self-pity poems are still stubborn.
Fang Yue's related knowledge
1, a writer and poet in the Southern Song Dynasty in Fang Yue, was born in Qimen, Xin 'an (now Anhui). He was born in poverty, his father died young and was raised by his grandfather. I am eager to learn and good at writing articles since I was a child. He was praised by Wu Yuan, a literary master at that time, for his poem Zhu Zhai's Poetry.
2. Fang Yue's poems are fresh, natural and interesting. His poems have distinctive personality, unique style, profound ideological connotation and artistic beauty. His works express his love for the natural landscape and his perception of life attitude, which embodies his literary talent and humanistic spirit.
Fang Yue is not only famous for his poems, but also occupies an important position in politics. He is honest, fearless of powerful people and outspoken. He was forced to leave his job because he offended powerful people. Despite all kinds of setbacks and difficulties, he still stuck to his beliefs and devoted himself to literary creation and academic research.