Touch the fish
Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Happiness is happy, but parting is painful. There are even more stupid children in school, so you should have something to say.
Wan Liyun, Qian Shan at dusk, just for whom.
Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still dull, so what's the point of evocation?
Shan Gui crows in the wind and rain, and the sky is jealous. If you don't believe in peace, birds and swallows are all loess.
The times will last forever. In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan.
Touch the fish
Ask lotus root, how many silk lotus roots know who they are suffering for.
Two flowers are charming opposites, just children of the old family.
I have promised, so I won't teach, and I will live and die together. The sunset is speechless.
In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.
Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. The world is pitching today and tomorrow.
The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess.
Acacia, fleeting, was mistakenly by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less.
I'm afraid to mention wine again, and my red skirt is half hanging and I'm lying in the wind and rain.
Yulan Manyou Santai
Zhang Zhangdong shed, endless, ancient and modern feelings.
I still remember the three mountains on the sea, the double gaps in the clouds, and the South City that day.
Yellow stars. A few years later, chun yin was pale and green with weeds.
The ice well is still full of stone and autumn (the bottom is "tile"), and the exposed plate has lost its golden stem.
Romantic short songs, generous, lack of kettle sound.
I want to drink wine and river water and write poems on the pommel horse.
Fall down. RoyceWong, hometown like flying south, black magpie midnight.
Laughing and killing Xifuke, Zhuang Huai has no life.
In the besieged city, Huaixi River has a career.
Xijiang returns to the road. Admire in the southwest, cast a high bird in the forest.
When you are promoted slightly, the world is tired and bitter.
Not in the unicorn painting, not in tune with the bird's nest.
Laugh at yourself. In name only, I have been shouting all my life.
Disturb the clues, be ruthless by the years, fade away from youth.
Zhong Dingshan Forest, how long has it been?
The autumn insects on the four walls whisper at night, and there is more residual light slanting.
The mirror is clear. How much white hair has been added.
Zhou Shi slowly went to the Zhao Shi Museum and said goodbye to De Zhang Xin in Yueci Xindian. I'll send it here tomorrow.
Percussion, pommel horse poetry, young and heroic.
Judging from the ups and downs of the canal society, it is simply a waste of jokes.
I have always lived in RoyceWong, but now I am listless and climb stairs. I believe that beauty is not my land.
Heaven and earth Qi Fei, but so beautiful.
Travel. When elders meet in the mountains, they should remember the good and bad of this trip.
It's a pseudonym, but it's a mistake for the owner.
A long way, rustling in the temple, riding casually, talking to pedestrians.
When the poem is about to be completed, the western hills are full of wind and rain.
Linjiang County wrote the road from Luoyang to Jin Meng.
In ancient times, Huang Chen was always a hero when he went down the mountain.
When people grow up, they hate water growing eastward. Who are you pregnant with * * * language, far away to see the return of Hong.
The fame in the world will be used in the end. I used to complain about others.
Haug is a wine song for thousands of minutes. Men's business is not talking about poverty.
Quail day
Huabiao returned to old Ling Wei and left his scalp in his name.
It used to be a trip, but today it's a whiteboard.
Selling wine, fishing in Los Angeles, and loving leisure are really at peace with the world.
Don't sign the western language at the tomb. Yuan is a cloth in the Central Plains.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
From the intestine, thin and shallow makeup marks.
Flying around, bilingual swallows fly, and the news knows that Lang is near.
Whispering in front of the building, the curtain of begonia is light and cold.
With the sound of spring in Du Yu, there are countless green hills on the trees.
On Thirty Poems
(Ding Chou's Three Rural Works)
China's ballad "Wei Shi Jiu" has different opinions, but no one has discussed it in detail.
Who is the chisel hand in the poem? For the time being, let's teach you to be quiet and clear.
Cao Liu roars in the wind, and there are no two males in the four seas.
Unfortunately, Liu Yueshi did not teach in Zhi Heng Jian 'an Middle School.
Jin has a lot of love, but he still lacks pot songs.
If Fengyun hates Zhang Huashao, what about Wen Li's new voice?
When Zhong Rong commented on Zhang Hua, he hated his affection for his children and his unfamiliarity. )
Tao Yuanming's language is plain, natural and natural, abandoning the applied fiber, revealing the true beauty of simplicity and making reading always new.
Tao Yuanming himself is an ancient man, but that doesn't prevent him from still being a A Jin dynasty man.
(Liu Zihou and Xie Lingyun of the Jin Dynasty; Tao Yuanming, Bai Letian in Tang Dynasty. )
What can be poured into a flat bottom?
Who wins if Lao Ruan is not crazy? He smiled when he went out.
Heart painting is always distorted, and the article is still regarded as a person.
Lofty feelings, eternal leisure happiness, strive for the trust of Anren, and respect the dust!
Generous songs are never passed on, but a song in the vault is natural.
Zhongzhou is heroic through the ages, and also went to Yinshan Chilechuan.
Shen Song traversed the field of calligraphy, and Qi Liang did not fail at the beginning of romance.
On merit, if you are equal to Wu, you are proud of gold.
It's a waste of time to boast about the concept, but Lu Wen still hates being redundant with Pan.
As long as the heart communicates, it is difficult to turn over.
(Liu Wu and Pan Jing, see Shi Shuo)
Parallelism is a special way, the fence is so small.
Shaoling has its own honesty, and the struggle for knowledge is [Wu Shi] [Shifu].
(See Yuan Zhen's Epitaph of Zi Mei)
Sneaking around is always untrue.
How many people come to Chang 'an to draw a picture of Qinchuan?
Wang's longing for love is crying among cuckoo birds, and beautiful women are full of color and resentment for China New Year.
Poets always love Quincy, but hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng.
There is a smooth road through the ages, and who is like Yuchuanlu?
Real books don't enter the eyes of today, teach children to draw ghost symbols.
Where is the source? How can a mountain forest buy cheap clothes?
Hua Xin with heavy investment, but was bent in the eye.
At the bottom of the pen, the milky way fell for nine days, and it never languished in front of the mountain.
In the world, treating Lu Lian is a waste of scholars.
Cherish the eternal love of autumn insects, Shan Gui burst into tears in front of the lamp.
The spring scenery of Jianhu Lake is so deserted that the peach blossoms on the shore are full of waves.
Cut the sound of floating, smart and deep, why bother to study the bitter fruit!
Long Weng Shuile has no palace sign, so it is the sound of Shaozhi in Yunshan ("iron pot" means three points of water).
(water music, two mountain things. And his "Ai Naiqu" said: "Stop and listen.
I like this song and the sound of Shaoyun Mountain. "
Dongye is worried to death, and Gao Tianhou is a poet.
Jiangshan's eternal Chaoyang Pen is located in Longyuan Bai Chi Building.
You have been in the stream for a long time, but how can you be lonely and angry for a hundred years?
No one said how much Chuncao would win and how much the school would lose.
(Tian Suizi's poem: "There are not many grasses in Nanrong, and there are new seedlings. children
I don't know about famous products, but I'm afraid of winning or losing with Chuncao. ")
Xie Kefeng reflects ancient and modern times. Who originated as deep as Liuzhou?
Zhu Xian's lingering sound is still there, but it is the lonely heart of that year.
Sorry, we are still dead, and there is no reward for singing.
There are lingyun pens vertically and horizontally, and it is pitiful to bow down to others.
Strange things are even more surprising and need to be moved in waves.
I only know that Poetry has gone to Su Huang, but who is it?
Is it appropriate for Qu Xue's fickle novels to bully the weak and fear the hard, and is it appropriate for poetry to curse harmoniously?
Nowadays, people laugh at the ancients and know nothing but pleasantries.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies in the late branches.
From the words of retreating rocks, I know that the canal is a girl's poem.
After the troubled times, I lost my ancient foundation and read flowers and poems, only sadness.
Liu Lang is also a guest, complaining to Dongfeng in vain.
Jin people never tire of furnace, but they are well exposed to dust.
Sumen's state-owned loyal ministers have new poems.
It took a hundred years to realize that the ancient style was back, and the next time Yuan Youyou came.
Others say they are afraid to learn from Jinling. Why do they waste Europe and America?
It's hard to be beautiful and close to my son, but it's pure and completely lost.
On Shi Ning's going to worship in Fuweng, not a member of Jiangxi society.
Spring grass in pond, Xie Jiachun, is a new word.
Pass the message behind closed doors, Chen Zhengzi, pathetic and useless!
The tree shakes the ephemera, and the scholar loves to talk about quantity.
I used to leave thousands of poems, but who will correct them?