Dongpo Yuefu
The water dragon sings Wan Li, but it can't be reached. There is Sima Ziwei on the rooftop, who lives in the red domain and is named Jiangque. You can follow him. "Nature is also, by the word in the micro, day fairy. Zi Wei wrote seven essays on "Sitting and Forgetting" and one essay on "Pivot", which was over 1 years old. At the end of the day, he said to his disciple, "I live in Yuxiaofeng, looking east at Penglai, and I have tasted the true spirit. Today, I was called by the East China Sea Young Scout. "Is the cicada to take off. Later, Li Taibai wrote "Dapeng Fu", saying, "When you taste a child, it is smaller than Jiangling, and it is said that I have a sage-like style, which can be compared with the table of the eight poles. "In the winter of Yuanfeng for seven years, I was in the Huai River, and Mr. Zhan Ran was in the middle of it. A child's face is clear, like twenty or thirty people, but there are people who are rare. Good at playing the iron flute, but there is a sound of cracking the stone through the clouds. It's a poem called "Shui Long Yin", which records the subtle and white things and sings it by its sound. Since ancient times, the sea of clouds is vast, and the mountains and rivers know where. The world has its own, Chicheng lay, Long Pan Feng Ju. Clean and inaction, forgetting photos, eight strange words. Looking to the east of Yuxiao, Penglai is hazy, with clouds driving and phoenix riding. Travel all over Kyushu, laughing at powder and falling flowers. When I saw Linjiang, I lost my grace and was speechless. Eight tables are wandering, awe-inspiring, and the wine is awkward. When you are talented, you will ride a whale steadily, and you will go. Shuilongyin (to Zhao Huizhi's flute player) Chu Mountain is like a cloud, and different materials show a thousand forests. The dragon is half-bearded, the phoenix is slightly raised, and the jade muscles are evenly wound. Wood falls in Huainan, rain eyes and clouds dream, the moon is bright and the wind is blowing. Since I lost sight of Zhonglang, after Huan Yi went, I know how much loneliness and autumn are. It is said that Lingnan is a satrap, with a deep backyard and petite green beads. Learn how to get through the window, and Liangzhou has been around for the first time. The chewing sign contains the palace, the pan-business feathers, and a cloud. In order to make you wash away, it's windy and rainy, and it's frosty and dawn. Shuilongyin (a poem by Yang Hua, a master of the second rhyme) is like a flower but not a flower, and no one regrets falling from teaching. Throw it away from the roadside, think as if it is heartless, in fact, full of deep feeling. The injury is her, the Euphemism is blurred, want to open but tightly closed. To get away with the wind, to find a beloved, but also by the relentless call of oriole. Do not hate this kind of flowers all fall, just complain resentment that the west garden, full of fallen flowers withered. When it rains at dawn, where is the trace? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them turned into dust, a fall into the water disappeared. In detail, it seems that it is not a little bit of flowers, but tears. The water dragon sings in the yellow river. On the seventeenth day of the first month, the dream boat crossed the river, and the middle stream looked back, and the building was full of songs and music. People in the boat say: the public shows the visitor. Feel different, but make this word. At the time of the public appearance, he was an official in Suzhou, crossing the Chunjiang River in a boat, lying and watching the Cuibi Red Mansion. Laughter in the clouds makes the monarch high, and the beauty is half drunk. The dangerous column mourns the strings, the colorful songs resound, and the clouds linger around the water. I miss my old friend's boss, and my romantic life has not diminished. I look back alone and in the smoke. Pushing the pillow is lost, but the river is empty and the moon is thousands of miles away. The five lakes heard that the boat was going home, still carrying Xizi. Yunmeng Nanzhou, the south bank of Wuchang, should remember the past trip. It is expected that in a passionate dream, it is also uneven to see me. Man Ting Fang Zhong visited him from Jiangdong, so he wrote a book to return to Xi, where I went, and Wan Li's home was in Min 'e. A hundred years is strong and a half, and there is not much pain in the future. Sit and see Huangzhou leap again, children do, Chu language Wu Ge. Friends in the mountains, chickens, dolphins and wine clubs, advised Lao Dongpo. Yunhe. When you go here, life goes by like a boat. Wait and see, the autumn wind is clear. Fortunately, the willow in front of the hall should remember me and Mo Mao Rouke. It is still said that the elders in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sun-dried fishing gun. Full of fragrant incense and carved dishes, cold and ice, the painting hall is a special scenery. The host was so affectionate that he gave a banquet with red makeup. Tired of jade round rubbing plain neck, lotus root is tender and newly woven fairy dress. Double songs, empty eaves turn to the moon, and the aftertaste is still melodious. On earth, where there is, it is commonplace and should be called ordinary. There are fanatics in the seat, and they are upset and worried. It is reported that the golden hairpin is falling, and the fingers are exposed and the bamboo shoots are slender. I have seen it before, and I won Song Yu's victory. I imagine giving Gao Tang. Man Tingfang has a hollow reputation and a small profit, which is very busy. The cause of fame and fortune is not necessarily strong, but the loser is not necessarily weak. Hurry, while the idle body is not old, put aside the shackles, indulge self, carefree. Even if only for a hundred years, I would like to get drunk and 36, yards. Think. How much can you do? Worry about the wind and rain, and half of them will hinder each other. Why bother to talk short? It is better to face the bright wind and bright moon, with moss as the mattress, and the high cloud as the screen, to live quietly. Life in the south of the Yangtze river, a thousand - minute wine, a graceful " man ting Fang. ". Man Tingfang has lived a long life, because he has been endowed with this for thirty-three years. Whoever survives today is only Jun and the Yangtze River. Awesome and pale, frosty and dry. Wen Dao si Zhou Guxian, Yunxi Shang, Zhuwu Songchuang. Jiang Nanan, not because of sending a child, would rather live in our country. Yeah, yeah. After the rain, the wind and the forest dance, and the smoke covers the clouds. I would like to invite you to drink an empty jar. Mr. lay is old, and he is relatively disabled in his dream. The song and dance are broken, the pedestrians are not getting up, and the drums of the ship are swaying. Man Tingfang's water is shallow and frozen, staying in the county for a long time. On a dark day, we traveled to Nanshan together, sighing about the past, because for thirty-three years, we wandered around the rivers and seas, and Wan Li smoked and waved Yun Fan. The old friend was surprised and haggard. I'm self-indulgent, so I don't care about anything. When the time is running out, the poor road will sit still and the stern will be frozen. Xianxian Outside Huaipu, there are green walls and empty rocks in the ancient temple. Step hand in hand with the forest, smile and stand. Don't go to the end of the lonely peak, looking at the eyes and the sea of clouds. Where is home? Because you asked me, I went back to loosen my shirt. Water tunes the song (Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presents a beautiful picture), and the sunset embroidered curtain rolls, and the pavilion is even empty. Knowing that you are for me, the new work is wet and green. I remember Pingshan Hall for a long time, and it was misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. Today we see the scene in front of us, we experience what Ouyang old drunkard described in the words, the scenery of the mountain is hidden. The vast expanse of water was clear, and the green shadows of the mountains were reflected. Suddenly the river is rough, a fisherman driving a boat in the wind and waves. See this can not help thinking of song Yu's " song Yu ", such as the ridiculous person like song Yu, it is impossible to understand Chuang Tzu's wind is the voice of nature, say what the wind has the female. In fact, a person as long as he has the noble spirit of zhidazhigang, can be in any situation in the poised, enjoy the infinite comfort of thousands of Li. Water tunes the song the day before, and leaves after the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wrote this song as a farewell. Too sad with its words is to make peace with it. Its meaning is to take not leaving early as a warning, and to take the pleasure of retreating and following each other as comfort. Middle-aged relatives and friends are hard to say goodbye, and silk and bamboo are slow to leave sorrow. Once successful, it is planned to return to the sea in the east and help the sick to enter Xizhou. Yazhi is trapped in the porch, and he hates to send Cangzhou. At the end of the year, you must plan ahead and be brown. Hometown goes thousands of miles, but it is better to stay late. When I am drunk, I am in harmony with you. When I am drunk, I need your help, but I can forget my worries about wine. A Liu Xuande, lying in a tall building. Water tune song head (Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily, getting drunk. When will there be a bright moon? Ask the sky about the wine. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when. I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days. Dance to find out what shadows are like on earth. The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles. Shuidiao Gongtou said: This poem is the most beautiful, but it is not listening to the piano, but listening to the pipa. I am deeply aware of it. Jian 'an Zhang is a good pipa player, begging for lyrics. I didn't do it for a long time, so I took the word "retreat" and summarized it a little, so that I could keep my voice in tune, cherish my children's language with my legacy, and the lights were dim at night. I'm sorry for your coming and going. Suddenly, he became a magnificent warrior, and he filled up with enthusiasm and did not leave a trip for a thousand miles. Looking back at the dusk, the clouds are far away, and the flying catkins stir the green ghost. Among all the birds, the true phoenix is the only one that doesn't sing. Climb every step of the way, and find the light when you fall. Wind and rain between your fingers. Put charcoal in my intestines, I can't sit up flat. Pushing hands from home, no tears and inclination. The red river meets the east slope in Qi 'an. Blame him for his leisure. I asked him, saying, I'll marry Liu again and leave for office in three days. I don't care, but I can't forget about Liu's advance and retreat. I have been happy to share the worries, such as wealth, and I am happy to be safe. Ordered him to serve children's songs, and his works were full of rivers and reds. The lack of lamentation is the second time that the rhyme, sorrow and joy are looking for each other, and the wind and rain have passed, and a river is green. Wuxia dream, so far empty, chaotic mountain screen cluster. He seems to be carrying Germany and Yao, and the ladle is not enough. Gradually, the glory shines on the court, and the blue jade is born. In a quiet dream, pass on the heart song. The heartbroken place, continue with him. Wen Jun's husband knows whether or not, but he laughs at your humiliation. Don't you see that Zhou Nan's songs are Han Guang, and Tian Jiao's master Hugh arbor. I will hold the piano in my left hand and stay in the clouds. The Yangtze River is red and Jianghan is coming from the west, with high buildings and deep blue buildings in Pu Tao. Still bring your own, clouds and waves, Jinjiang spring scenery. You are the legacy of Nanshan, and I am homesick for the guests outside the sword. Are you ruthless about this room and scenery? Say it diligently. Jiang Biao biography, you stop reading. Crazy Chu Shi, what a pity. The empty continent is bleak to parrots and reeds. Don't just laugh at scholars fighting for the bottom, tso and Huang Zu are erratic. May the monarch be endowed with immortal poems and chase the yellow crane. Manjianghong (Dongwuhui Liuhuaiting) Dongwunancheng, the new dike is solid and the ripples are beginning to overflow. Faint all over, long forest and high mound, lying red and piled green. The residual flowers on the branches are blown out, and you are more looking for the river head. Ask ahead, how much spring is there, one third. Official business, when to finish. Outside the storm, there are no days. The phase will be flooded with water, and the whole city will compete. You didn't see Lanting's work, and you were all luxurious at that time. Up to now, bamboo cultivation is full of mountains and shadows, and it is empty. Manjianghong (Huai Zi You Zuo) flows eastward, with broken eyes and lonely sails. In this desolate place, the white whitecap under the castle peak, you and I can hardly see. The thought of this was so vain to live up to the seclusion of the year, and now bed to listen to the rain is so bleak. Hate this life, grow apart, add huafa. Deeply regrets that this life always with you in a hurry, this kind of helpless feeling can not help but let my white hair false. Infinite things, from the beginning. The two of you see me as if you were in front of me, but you have passed through the years before you know it. The tears of the sorrows of my skirts are looming, but the Festivity of the brow has hinted that I will meet again soon. On the day of reunion, I will go swimming with you on the pool, like the snow fall to find the trace of spring. Man Jianghong (seeing Wen An Guo back to the DPRK on the 13th day of the first month) is the sky merciless, and it is also a solution and affectionate to stay. It's warm in spring, but it's still light snow. When you come to the group in the spring, I should go back to Danquanshi. When I am afraid of different times, I am homesick for wine, and I am separated from Yunshan. Floating things, everything is difficult. A healthy person should have a white head. Why don't you get drunk? This joy is hard to find. If you want to tell a beautiful woman that you hate her, your tears have already set your eyes. But when Mo Qian and Xin Yan came, the sound book was absolutely perfect. I dream that the boat floats and vibrates. Snow waves cross the river and thousands of hectares are white. I feel that Lushan Mountain is full of eyes, and countless green walls are opened by relying on heaven. "GaiShi dream also. However, the public poem goes back to the cloud: "When will the boat shake? It's not right to see Lushan Mountain. "I dream that the boat floats and vibrates. Snow waves shake thousands of hectares of white. I feel that Lushan Mountain is full of eyes, and countless green walls are opened by relying on heaven. This growth follows. I'm a Jiangnan guest with you. To swim in a dream, to feel clear and reward, is the same as flying shuttle throwing. The west wind will still hang up tomorrow. Sing my new words with tears in my eyes. After the spirits are gone, the mountains are empty, and Fengyang Lanzhi has no color. You are a dream. Wuling is in the southwest pole. Zhuzhici, don't shake new songs, who means ancient and modern separation. Nian Nujiao (reminiscing about the past in Chibi) river of no return, a romantic figure with endless waves. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow. The majestic river shan qi, such as the picture, how many heroic heroes emerge at a time. Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, smashing into ashes. I am fugue today in the battlefield, I am feeling the a feeling heart, prematurely born with white hair. Life is like a dream, and sprinkle a cup of wine to pay tribute to the moon on the river. Enjoy the flowers in the rain. In September, a flower in Chiba suddenly bloomed. In the rain, it was specially made to buy wine. This year, when I spend my time in the deep courtyard, I will spend the whole day in the east wind, swinging tea and cigarettes. But there are green moss and grass, catkins and money. Wendao City West, Long Corridor Ancient Temple, the first-class garden. There are national colors and wine. Tianxiang dyed her clothes and stayed for me. After the Qingming Festival, there is no place for residual red, and I shed tears before this. Autumn is late, a branch of what, still to me. High will talk about chasing short scenery, and Qing business will not be able to spare Yu Yan. It's better to keep it and pay it next year. Qinyuan Spring Lonely Pavilion lights green, wild shop chicken number, travel pillow dream disabled. Gradually, the moonlight will be closed, the morning frost will be bitter, the Yunshan will be full of brocade, and the morning dew will be moist. The world is endless, and the labor and life are limited, which seems to be the joy of this district. Whispering, I am speechless with the saddle, and the past is thousands of times. At that time, * * * guest changan. It's like a teenager coming from two places. There are thousands of words in writing, and there are thousands of volumes in my chest, which is very difficult for you. When using the reason, hide in me, why not just watch it at leisure? He is long and healthy, but he died at the age of 1, and he fights for the former. Advise the golden boat (named after the rhyme of the elements) to be ruthless and affectionate. Advise me to be like I once knew. Don't quit when you have a cup. This justice is rare. On the Qushui pool, the small print is more written. Also pruning bamboo for Maolin, like Yonghe Festival. Fine hands are like frost and snow. Smile and put the autumn flowers in. Don't blame me for singing before I respect you. Still light. Go to soar here and enjoy the Jade Hall and Golden Que all over again. If you want to know when you will come again, you should have Huafa. A cluster of flowers invaded the year this spring. Ice and snow break through Chun Yan. Dongfeng has a letter that no one has seen, revealing a little meaning and lace between the willows. The cold night is long, the lonely blanket is easy to warm, and the bell and drum are gradually clear and round. The first half of the morning is full of mountains. The pavilion is light and sparse. Tourists will make a plan to find fragrance, and Momo apricot should have rushed to the top. Sickness and lack of affection, carelessness and self-release, but love to sleep in the day. Magnolia makes (the rhyme of the West Lake in Europe) the frost has lost its length and breadth. Listen to the murmur and swallow. Beautiful women still sing drunken songs, and forty-three years are like electric erasers. The grass is dripping with autumn dew. Three, five, ying ying, and two, eight. I am the same person as Yu, but the West Lake is the bottom of the moon. Magnolia makes (the jade rhyme in the second horse) know that there is no cold and heat in the bones of Jun Xian. It's still a thousand years before we meet. Therefore, don't be angry with the beautiful women, it depends on the rain on the pear branches. The fallen flowers have been driven back to the air. Hanamoto has no intention of private prosecution. In the Ming dynasty, I returned to the west of Tangxia Road, but I didn't see the place where the flowers fell. Magnolia makes it rain at night on the leaves of plane trees. The soul of the dream is nowhere to be found. Sleeping on a bamboo mattress, feeling the coolness of the night, know that autumn has come, more to hear the cricket cricket kept barking, seems to urge women to spin cloth. Remember the way when the dream came, so clearly appeared in front of the eyes. I also seem to be intoxicated with the song and dance of jiangting. The elder must have the person to ask you in front of the elder, is to tell the mood after the departure. Xijiangyue (two songs of really appreciating Daphne) is dizzy and disheveled, and the old man's nose is clear first. The scarf floated down the Daphne wind. Startled up the dream of fallen immortals. Yurui in Houtu Temple, and Langhong in the back of Penglai Temple. This flower is more delicate. Who cares about the wine? Xijiangyue (sitting in the guest's room and repeating the rhyme) has several songs of Zhu Lan in the small courtyard, and the city is painted with drums and three links. Look at the moonlight turning to the light wind. Go back to Xiangyun and dream. Cui sleeves strive to float white, and soap is half inserted in oblique red. Snuff is littered with hops. The punch line flew for a moment. Xijiangyue (again using Cao Zifang, the former rhyme play) blames this flower branch for crying, which makes your poem famous. By remembering the vegetation to Wu Feng. Take after each other like a cloud dream. The pen sleeves are stained with drunken ink, and the slanders are blushing. Knowing you is for love. Afraid to see this flower swaying. Xijiangyue heard of the double-bit phoenix belt, so he might as well be alone. Ye Xiang knows who to burn with. Looking at the water and the smoke. The clouds are green before the wind, and the jade face is drunk and red tide. Don't teach me to spend a miserable night. The moon and the beautiful woman * * *. Xijiangyue (Chongjiu) is drizzling on the floor. There are many lakes outside the river. At that time, the circus was east Xu. Today is bleak in Nanpu. Don't hate the yellow flowers. And teach red powder to help each other. You don't have to look at cornus. Pitching the world to the present and the present. Xijiangyue (tea word) Longbei is a masterpiece this year, and the valley curtain has been a precious spring since ancient times. Snow buds scatter immortals in two wells. Miao people come from Beiyuan. The soup is full of white hair, and the floating flower milk is light and round. Who dares to compete for beauty more on earth? Fight for red window powder. Xijiang's farewell dream has gone with the water, and the tears are still fragrant. Xiangru is still a fairy. People are in Yaotai Langyuan. The flowers and mist are lingering in the wind, and the songs and beads are dripping and clear. The new work of moth eyebrow is very beautiful. I'll meet you when I get back from my horse. Xijiangyue's world is a big dream, and life is cool in autumn several times. At night, the wind leaves have sounded in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples. Wine base often worries about fewer guests, and the moon is more hindered by clouds. Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival? Look sadly at the north. Xijiangyue (send money to be prepared) don't sigh that the plain is falling, and you should go to Shandong too late. Remember your childhood with you. You must believe that life is like sending. White hair and a thousand stems are sent to each other, and a deep cup is punished. Why use wine as a pool to pat the float? I'm drunk for Junde. Xijiangyue (Plum Blossom) jade bone is so sad and foggy that its ice posture has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy sent out to explore the fragrant plexus. Hang the green hair upside down. The plain face turns pink, and the red lips do not fade when washing makeup. High sentiment has vanished into thin air. Don't dream with pear flower. Xijiang Yuequ's arm is drunk and lying down for less rest. And sleep, already know. The mountains are lush, the running water is strong, and it is doubtful that it is not earthly. On the bridge pillar of the book. According to the wild and shallow waves, the sky is warm and misty. The obstacles have not solved the arrogance of jade. I want to sleep drunk. It's a pity that there is a bright moon in a stream, so don't teach me to break through Qiong Yao. Take off the saddle and rest on the green yangqiao. Du Yu has a sound of spring dawn. Xijiangyue (Pingshan Hall) passed under Pingshan Hall for three times, and it was half a lifetime. I haven't seen an old fairy for ten years. The dragon and snake fluttered on the wall. If you want to hang the article, you will still sing the willow spring breeze. Needless to say, everything is empty. Dream when you don't turn your head. Xijiangyue (farewell) last night, the boat was in Jingkou, and now the horse is headed to Changan. What is an old official and a new official? Only hushan case-solving This scene has changed several times in a hundred years, and it is difficult to speak Chinese. Make your talents billow. And judging new poetry. Linjiangxian thought that he was different. In the last ten years, he built a house in the north of Huanggang. Make this note. Xi ma yuan tuo Shuang