1, fisherman on the river
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Pedestrians coming and going on the river only like delicious perch. Look at that small fishing boat, sometimes in the rough waves.
2. Wild colors
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
It is neither smoke nor fog, and the power reflects the balcony.
Bai Niao suddenly appeared, and the sunset was still shining.
May I sleep with the grass, I doubt that I will sail.
Who will fulfill the wish of Dashan? Get drunk before you come back.
It is neither smoke nor fog, and it covers the balcony thickly. Bai Niao came and broke the silence of the wild color; The setting sun shines low, like a sword, cut it open. How can it die with the rest of the grass? I really doubt that it followed the white sail in the distance and gradually came. Who can know the taste of the mountain Lord? Every day, he climbs high and overlooks, indulges in wild colors and gets drunk before going home.
3. "Yu Jie Xingqiu Nostalgia"
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
The fallen leaves are fragrant. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth.
Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away.
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
Miscellaneous leaves fell on the stone steps covered with residual flowers, and the cold night was silent, except for the slight and subtle sound made by the cold wind blowing the leaves. The bead curtain is high and the jade building is empty. The night is faint, and the twinkling Milky Way hangs straight on the earth. Every year tonight, you can see the bright moon like satin. Every year tonight, your sweetheart is thousands of miles away.
My heart is broken, and it is hard to get drunk if I want to drown my sorrows in wine. Before the wine was finished, it turned into bitter tears. The residual light flashed and the pillow was skewed, so I tasted the taste of solitary sleep. After all, the pain of lovesickness accumulates in the brow and condenses in the heart. There is really no way to avoid it.
4. Nine days
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
Cornelius killed each other in order to give the former sages nine-day poems.
Poor Song Yu has infinite feelings and is as drunk as Tao Qian.
Qingmiao sentiment changes with the scenery, Huang Huaneng and the one-year cold period.
Climbing back to the place is crazy, laughing and killing Xiangyang and clapping.
I want to write poems on the Double Ninth Festival like the sages of the previous generation. At this time, Cornus officinalis is competing to grow. Song Yu's infinite sadness about autumn makes people feel pity. How can he be as intoxicated as Tao Yuanming? Young people like to follow the fashion, but they just like to look on coldly when difficulties arise. I'm a little arrogant now climbing mountains, fearing that Xiangyang children will clap their hands and laugh.
5, "Suiyang Xueshe Shuhuai"
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
Baiyun rogue emperor township is remote, Hanyuan piper.
How hard it is not to sing Phoenix Bird, a thin person can still give an emu.
The gourd ladle thought that Yan Zi's heart was still happy, and Qin met Zhong Jun's resentment.
But if Sven Tian didn't lose, why should Song Jian blame Miao Shan?
Seeing the clouds in the sky, I can't help but think of the distant capital, which is unpredictable. At this moment, what kind of people can rest and play the flute in the royal official garden?
For me, despite the hard years and many misfortunes, I should never sing Phoenix Xi Feng Xi and give birth to the idea of seclusion in my heart. Although my talent is meager, I should write Ren Fu to support myself like Zhang Hua.
I hope I can be as calm as Yan Hui. Even if I am poor, I will not change my ambition and enjoyment because of poverty. If I can get a bosom friend like Zhong Qi, my regret of studying hard will disappear immediately. As long as heaven doesn't let the music disappear, why should I complain about the seedlings growing on the top of the mountain?
6. Shouting mosquitoes
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
Cherry is heavy when full, and catkin is light when hungry.
But know to leave here and don't ask about the future.
Mosquitoes are covered in blood and have stomachs as big as cherries. Come as light as catkins. It eats and leaves, regardless of its future.
7. "Ding Fengbo, since Xia Yingqian Erfu Town Baihuazhou Family System"
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
Luo Qi is full of spring. Baihuazhou seeks incense.
Pu Luying, Hua Hua Ying Pu. Endless land. Suddenly I entered Taoyuan Road.
Don't blame Shan Weng for talking about leisure. A moment of fame and fortune.
The warbler knows the new sound, and the butterfly knows the dance. Talent and. Try to teach our generation to be unhappy.
Spring is coming to an end, and the whole city is wearing Luo Qi to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the upper reaches of Baihuazhou. The wild flowers on the shore and the shore set each other off. I can't see the perfection of flowers, and I can't see the perfection of the shore. It seems that I am on a path leading to an ideal realm.
Please don't blame Shan Weng. You can only entertain yourself. The "gain" and "loss" of fame are doomed. Even the oriole knows how to sing new songs, and Hua Die knows new dances. That's their instinct given by God. How can we be asked not to be happy?
8. "Master of the Book Fan Show"
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
One school of green hills has beautiful scenery and is collected by predecessors and descendants.
Later generations should not accept it with joy, there are still people who accept it.
The green hills in Yuan Ye are beautiful, and the land left by predecessors has been accepted by later generations. Don't be happy for the descendants who receive these lands, there are still people waiting to receive this land!
9. Su Muzhe Nostalgia
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
The sky is blue, yellow leaves fall all over the ground, the autumn colors on the horizon are connected with autumn waves, and the waves are filled with slightly chilly autumn smoke. The distant mountains bathe in the sunset, and the sky is connected with the river. Grass that doesn't understand the pain of homesickness extends to the sky beyond the sunset.
It is sad to miss my hometown silently, and it is difficult to get rid of lingering worries. Every night, unless it is a dream, people can fall asleep. The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Frequently pour bitter wine into sorrow and turn it into acacia tears.
10, the pride of Qiu Si fishermen.
Author: Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Autumn has come, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is very different from that in Jiangnan. The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying. At dusk, the horn sounded, and unique wind, horse flute, Qiang flute and horn sounded from all directions. In the rolling mountains, the sun sets, the smoke rises and the gates of an isolated city are closed.
After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my relatives thousands of miles away. At present, the war is not peaceful, and my fame and fortune have not yet been established. You can't plan ahead. There was a long sound of Qiang flute in the distance. It's very cold, and the ground is covered with frost and snow. It's late at night, and it's hard for people who fight outside to fall asleep. The general's hair is gray, and the soldiers are wiping away the tears of homesickness.
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