Tixilinbi
Looking horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far.
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
Two poems about the first clear and then the rain on the drinking lake·Part 2
The clear sky is good when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Evening scene of the Spring River in Huichong
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are the duck prophets of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th
Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
When the wind comes and blows away, the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
Gift to Liu Jingwen
The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.
You must remember that the best times of the year are orange and green.
Begonia
The east wind is full of light, and the fragrant mist is filled with moonlight in the corridor.
I am afraid that the flower will fall asleep late at night, so I burn a high candle to illuminate my red makeup.
Spring Night
A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The sound of the singing tube is soft on the balcony, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard.
Yangguan Song·Mid-Autumn Moon
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon come?
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where the Qihu is low and the light shines without sleep. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia
As the river goes eastward, the waves are swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages are revealed. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.
Huanxisha·Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is pure and mudless, and the raindrops are crying at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.
Jiangchengzi · Hunting in Mizhou
I am talking about being a teenager. I hold a yellow hand on the left and a green hat on the right. In order to repay Qingcheng, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang.
It doesn’t matter if you’re drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted! In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Ding Fengbo·Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Dielianhua·Spring Scenery
The flowers faded to red, green and apricot. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world!
Swings in the wall and passages outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter. Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.
Residence in Dinghui Courtyard
The missing moon hanging on the sparse tung trees makes people feel calm. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Looking to the south of the Yangtze River·Transcendent Stage Work
The spring is not old yet, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. Try to watch it on the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers. Thousands of homes are covered in mist and rain.
After eating cold food, I will wake up and sigh. Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.