1. Looking to the south of the Yangtze River and Youzhou for nine days
Wang Yuanliang of the Song Dynasty
The official residence was quiet, sitting until the moon was setting in the west. The sound of the horn in the eternal night speaks sadly to itself, and the guest's heart is filled with sorrow and homesickness. The ends of the earth in the north and south.
Intestinal rupture, scratching the head and sighing for a long time. The silk mat is like a cold jade pillow on the bed, where is the beauty drunk with yellow flowers? And tears twirling the pipa.
2. Works by Huang Lou on Nine Days
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Last year during the Double Ninth Festival, it was unspeakable, and thousands of people were dying in the middle of the night in Nancheng.
The water penetrated the city and thundered, and the mud filled the city head and the rain fell.
No one asks for Huanghua Baijiu. I come back at dusk to wash my boots and socks.
Who knew this year would come again?
Don’t think that the wine is thin, red and pink, it will eventually win the battle in the mud.
The new walls of the Huanglou have not yet dried up, and the first frost has fallen on the Qinghe River.
The white dew is like drizzle in the morning, and there is no Qianxun Temple in Nanshan.
There is a vast sea in front of the building, and there are oars and crows in the air downstairs.
In the cold, old age is scary, so pour hot wine to suppress intestinal gas first.
After the smoke disappears and the sun rises, we can see the fishing village and the distant water and the scaly mountains.
Poets and warriors are mixed with dragons and tigers, Chu dances and Wu songs are mixed with geese and ducks.
Don’t say goodbye to a cup of wine that belongs to you. This situation is so clear and clear.
3. Ciyun Li Jietui climbed Nanshan Mountain in nine days
Chen Shidao in the Song Dynasty
Pinglin Guangye riding platform is deserted, and the mountain temple bell rings to announce the sunset.
Everyone's affairs are of their own accord, and cold flowers are only the fragrance of last year.
When I wear a towel, I feel more frost encroaching on my temples. Why not use stones as intestines if my words are wonderful?
The fallen trees are boundless and the river is endless, and I have to be even more busy today.
The riding platform in the plain forest is deserted, and the bells of the mountain temple ring to announce the sunset.