The field in late autumn
As heavy as pastoral vegetation, the temples are rustling white.
Praise the son for sharing the meat, and laugh at the scholar for getting paid.
Quiet and bird fish are nothing to me, but laziness is remembered by chicken and millet.
Dongli has a gold wick and only needs a liquor deliveryman.
Tang Yin, eleven lines of flowers and moons influenced Julian.
Flowers and moonlight are suitable,
Pity the moon and pity the flowers to turn late;
The moon is full of flowers and wine,
Flowers and flowers, monthly poems.
Looking at the moon through the flowers without much shadow,
Take the moon to see flowers in different ways;
How many flowers were spent before and after the month,
Drunken flowers every year.
"Send any card shark out of Mingzhou" Cen Can
Later, it was Langguancao, the first secretary of the secretariat. Hai Yun meets Chu, Jiang Yue leads Wu.
The waves at the bottom of the city shake and the building is lonely. A thousand people peep at the inn, and five horses drink the spring lake.
Willow makes poetry, and warbler sends wine. I know that I am longing for my hometown, but I waste my time on the road.
Lu You: Wang sent something to you.
Distribute bare Puwei forest, and Ma Jun sends wine to comfort loneliness.
Rivers do not wash old and modern grievances, and heaven and earth can know loyalty and righteousness.
No couple sometimes invite the moon to fall, and they are crazy enough to cross.
Jade boat full of autumn dew, but hate goose.
Lin returned to Zheng Weibin on the 9th.
Wu returned to the temple at the foot of the mountain and took a piano trip.
The yellow flowers are late in the guest road, and the cold dew in Jiangcheng is autumn.
Whoever delivers wine with books cherishes the past and leans on the floor alone.
I miss singing around the fence in the west wind.
Deliver the wine aged by Anshi in Jiangzhou
I live in Lily Garden.
There are also good people, and there are wine and yellow flowers before.
Raising wine to South Lake makes me feel carefree.
Inadvertently meet, later generations call themselves sages.
"On April 6th, I broke the grain with a silver lamp, and Yi Gu wrote a poem." Shu Yuexiang.
From then on, I said goodbye to you and left more.
If you are worried about the sea, who will send wine like a bottle?
I realized the truth of ups and downs, and my feelings were empty.
I don't know Tao Jingjie, what happened in my life?
Wei Shimin, Shui Nan Jiang Zhang Heyun
Therefore, when the old days pass, when all beings stand in the snow.
A bottle of incense sends wine, and the door rings to urge poetry.
In autumn, white hair is short, and blue light sits late at night.
He fen has a manuscript, I can look at it and think about it.