The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
2. A suggestion for my friend Liu
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
3. "harem words"
Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
4. "Mujiang Sound"
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.
5. Spring Tour of Qiantang River
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud?
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
6. Pipa Tour
Xunyan Jiangtou night in Fujian, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and village bagpipes, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears!
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet!
7. Eternal songs of sadness
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly.
Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? !
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!
8. "charcoal man"
Sell charcoal Weng,
Chop wood and burn charcoal halfway up the mountain.
Dust and fireworks,
Temples are gray and fingers are black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for?
Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Poor guy's clothes are clean,
Worried about charcoal, I hope it is cold.
A foot of snow will fall outside the city at night.
Drive a charcoal car to roll ice.
Cows are trapped and people are hungry.
Rest in the mud outside the south gate.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses?
It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
Hand-picked documents,
Go back to the car and scold the cow and lead it north.
A load of charcoal,
More than 1000 Jin,
It's a pity that officials drove the general away.
Half a horse's red yarn, a foot's silk,
Tie a cow's head with charcoal.
9. "Buy flowers"
The imperial city withered in spring, and it was noisy.
* * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.
The price is changeable, and the reward directly depends on the number of flowers:
Burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of vegetarian food.
Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it.
Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change.
Everyone is used to it, and everyone is confused.
There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally.
Bow your head and sigh alone, this sigh is unparalleled:
A bunch of dark flowers, ten people bless!
10, light and fat
Pride is all over the road, and the light of pommel horse can be seen in the fine dust.
Excuse me, who are those people? Passers-by replied that they were eunuchs, officials of the emperor.
Wear a red ribbon representing the identity of a doctor and a purple ribbon symbolizing the identity of a general.
Boasting his identity, he came to the army at the dinner party, in large numbers, and the scene was grand.
Respect (above three fields and below) overflows into the sky, and the land and water are eight treasures.
There is an orange as a fruit in Dongting Lake. This excellent fish tastes delicious.
They remained calm after the party, but became arrogant when they were drunk.
The drought in Jiangnan, Quzhou people eat people!
1 1, "My former residence in Siwei Village, Xia Meng".
Gee, birds lead young and bamboo shoots grow into bamboo.
Things have changed, and I think of songs in my hometown.
I grazed on the Weihe River in my hometown for ten years.
Hand-planted elm willows, houses that cover the sun.
The rabbit hides the beans and seedlings, and the birds sing and the mulberries are ripe.
This time the year before last, I traveled with you.
Brother and nephew of the poetry and calligraphy class, a child servant on the farm.
At dusk, it is time for the wheat to appear and the silkworm to die.
Sit in the spring and flow south, waiting for the moon pavilion.
Have a few drinks and play a game of chess.
Once dispersed, Wan Li is still bound.
The well bird misses spring, and the cage warbler regrets coming out of the valley.
Jiujiang is low in humidity and muggy in April.
The bitter rain blooms at first, and the clouds are slightly poisonous.
Mud seedling water border rice, gray seed (leftover field) field chestnut.
When I am in a daze, I still have different customs.
Looking at the county building, the setting sun is green.
Returning geese blows the heart of the country, and Pinghu breaks the eyes.
I am wandering, I am alone in the old city.
Drinking water is enough for the same ladle.
12, Three Micro-posts Poems
In ...
Jiangzhou looks at Tongzhou, the ends of the earth.
The mountain is thousands of miles high and the water is thousands of miles wide.
Birds can't cross the clouds.
Who knows the eternal danger, for both of us
You were very sad when you first arrived in Tongzhou.
We went to Jiangzhou and didn't rest all the way.
The road is good every day and the news is broken every day.
Because the wind wants to convey a message, the voice of the earth is far away.
Meet again in life and meet again in death.
The second is.
You visit Xiangyang Day, and I live in Chang 'an.
Since you are in Tongzhou, I have been to Xiangyang.
Xiangyang jiuli country is surrounded by clouds and trees on the balcony.
Nevertheless, this is a place you used to go.
There is Xunyang Road in the vast water.
This one is homesick, and there are fewer relatives and friends in Jiangxi.
The third is.
It's a long way to the countryside, and everything is like a person.
How to tolerate this meaning, sitting by the river thinking about you.
Like a river, it is integrated with the atmosphere.
The wind blew in the middle, and the two places became lonely clouds.
When the wind comes to an end, is there no reason for the clouds to merge?
Try to fall in love and try to be poor.
13, "Send Brothers Back to Snowy Night"
The sun is overcast and yellow, and the northeast wind cuts.
When I came back from the village south, I said goodbye to my brothers.
Tears are still wet from the front, and I haven't stopped returning to the horse.
Want to sit in a room, cloudy and moonless.
The night is long and the fire is gone. At the end of the year, Yu Ning.
Lonely and dusty, the snow falls on the steps.
Paint cold ash on the snow and put out the residual lamp.
Grey as my heart, white as my hair.
Everything happens like this, you can't be in a hurry in an instant.
Think about forgetting and turn troubles into meditation.
Lifelong heart washing is designed for tonight.
14, "Jiuai Laomosquito in Heyuan"
If beauty goes somewhere else, she will never be found again.
Is it safe for old things to fall apart?
Only the gauze shines and the dust invades day and night.
The fragrance and color are not as deep as before.
Transparent lamps are bitter, cages are light and cages are heavy.
There are lonely sleepers in the room, and the autumn nights are very cold.
Old house peony garden, new grave pine Berlin.
Tears in Xianyang in my dream made me feel Hou Jiangling's heart.
With this hate every other year, it is a midnight song.
No matter how you feel, the listener wants to touch his chest.
15, "Eight Horses"
Mu Wang is eight horses in the sky, and later generations love it as a picture.
The back is like a dragon, the neck is like an elephant, the bones and muscles are high in fat, and the meat is strong and strong.
16, night shift on August 3rd.
It's white and bright, and it's cool in Jing Qing.
The grass is cold and the corner of the building is hooked.
The wind cools the clothes and makes the anvil ring.
Ye Xiang thoughtful, the autumn chill heartless.
17, Looking at the Moon in the Night Pavilion on August 15th.
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is Hometown in the northwest of China? Look at the moon several times in the southeast.
When the breeze sighs, no one will, and tonight is as clear as usual.
18, Bashui
There is a river under the chin of the city, and spring comes like dust.
Soft sand is like a meandering stream, and the sloping bank recalls Tianjin.
The shadow is dipped in new yellow willow, and the fragrance floats with small white apples.
Scratching your head in the stream, why are you disappointed?
19, 89
Raise the wine to the sky, who won't die all the time?
When you are not dead, you have less troubles and more happiness.
Forgive the poor in heaven, and your troubles and happiness come from yourself.
It was a Taoist who went there to get this.
20. "White Hair"
It has been 30 years since it happened, and now it is time to burn it out.
Singing all day like crazy, and being sick for a long time like a thin fairy.
Bajie held incense seals at night and read Jolie in three yuan.
The rest were cleaned up by the spring water, and they were drunk if they were not idle.