The long road is tiring in the summer, and the moon is shining over the lake. The silver palace is covered with shining waves, and the jade pot lives in the clear cold. The fishing line is full of algae, and the canopy boat enters the wild cattail. Since leaving Dragonfly Pu, I have not visited here for ten years. ——Lu You of the Song Dynasty "The moon is shining over the moon at Boqikou" The moon is shining over the moon at Boqikou The long road is tired in the summer, and the lake is flat at night when the moon is shining.
The silver palace is covered with dazzling waves, and the jade pot lives in the clear cold.
The fishing line is full of algae and the canopy boat is fishing.
Since leaving Qingfiao Pu, I have not visited this place for ten years. Lu You (1125-1210), with the courtesy name Wu Guan and the nickname Fang Weng. Han nationality, native of Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), and a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. When he was young, he was influenced by his family's patriotism. During the reign of Emperor Gaozong, he took the examination of the Ministry of Rites and was deposed by Qin Hui. During the reign of Emperor Xiaozong, he was granted a Jinshi background. He entered Shu in middle age and devoted himself to military life. He was appointed to Baozhang Pavilion to be appointed. In his later years, he retired to his hometown. There are more than 9,000 poems in existence today, and they are extremely rich in content. He is the author of "Jiannan Poetry Manuscript", "Weinan Collected Works", "Southern Tang Book", "Laoxue'an Notes", etc.
Lu You I guess you like to push pillows and get up early in the morning, wash your face, and I have enough work; how can I not be a sweeper, go out to the market and wait for my servants to return home? The little Tie has also been spared, and he still has some medicine. He puts on his clothes and goes to the north hall, where he sits on a towel. Xu walks in the shade of catalpa trees, loving the rain and remaining green. The quiet bird comes from the east mountain and sings like a harp. Listening quietly, the excitement is not yet over, and the child announces that the meal is ready. Follow it happily, and would rather eat than eat meat. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Morning Rise"
Morning Rise: I push my pillow and get up early in the morning, wash my face, I have enough business; I don't have a sweeper and a servant, I go out to the market and wait for my servant to return home.
The little Tie has also been saved, and he still has some medicine. He puts on his clothes and goes to the north hall, where he sits on a towel.
Xu walks in the shade of catalpa trees, loving the green after the rain.
The quiet bird comes from the east mountain and sings like a harp.
Listening quietly, the excitement is not yet over, and the child announces that the meal is ready.
Follow it happily, and would rather eat than eat meat. It is like an immortal but still eats fire, and it is better than living in a nest in ancient times. I know all the verses, but my children can write books. Leave the baby swallow under the curtain, throw in the rice and bring out the lurking fish. Fortunately, I was a guest in Longzhong, and Wuwei drafted the cottage. ——Lu You of the Song Dynasty "Get up in the morning and go to Shenyi Zhai to show you Ziyu"
Get up in the morning and go to Shenyizhai to show you Ziyu. He is like an immortal but still eats fire, and he has not lived in a nest since ancient times.
I know all the verses, but my children can write books.
Keep the baby swallows under the curtain, throw in the rice and bring out the lurking fish.
Fortunately, Longzhong was a guest and Wuwei drafted the cottage. When the dust from the city is gone, Weng's family can't be put away, and the path is sloping around the wheat and through the mulberry fields. The night rain is three feet deep and the water is three feet deep. Xiaohan leaves only a penny of flowers. When I am bored, I separate the spring jar from my neighbor, and when I am free, I test the buds through the window. From now on, the time should be better. The sun drives the rice fields and the horses listen to the reeling carts. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Miscellaneous Ode to a Small Garden in Spring"
Miscellaneous Ode to a Small Garden in Spring When the dust from the market is gone, we can leave the Weng family, and the path is sloping around the wheat and through the mulberry fields.
The night rain is three feet deep and the water is three feet deep, but Xiaohan leaves a penny of flowers.
When I am bored, I separate the spring jar from my neighbor, and when I am free, I test the buds through the window.
From now on, the time should be better. The sun drives the rice fields and the horses listen to the reeling wheels.