First one
The fragrant grass is spreading in late autumn, and the autumn wind makes people sad.
The red phoenix is ??like a teary eye, looking at the tall building from a distance.
The green mountains are filled with clouds and the rivers are flowing.
On a thousand-mile bright moonlit night, the passenger ship arrived in Yangzhou.
Second
Gloomy clouds arise in Wutai, and all the mountains are white-headed.
Manzhu gives nectar and clear water flows everywhere.
Wild flowers line the mountain road, and butterflies swim with them.
Feihong returned to the south and left the boat in Jiujiang.
Third
Looking at Qianzhong Mountains from a distance, Wulao Peak is the most amazing.
Hibiscus blooms in the blue sky, and red branches blow in the spring breeze.
When the sun falls in the Western Mountains, there are few birds among the clouds.
The bright moon is as soft as water, trickling wet people's clothes.
One
The petty officials are not free and the government building is termites.
Silence is like grass, when will the spring breeze cease.
If Huangyan Island is missing, what more can we ask for in southern Tibet?
Who is better than Wang Jia's daughter? She has thousands of households.
Two
Stay away from the world of mortals for a long time, study in the thatched cottage
The red plum blossoms in the clear stream are quiet, and the cardamom is in early February.
Narcissus is extremely beautiful, but Luoshen is not as beautiful as it is.
The flying clouds are reflected in front of the door, and the Weaver Girl is skillfully combing her makeup.
Three
The shadows of butterflies are sparse on the willow bank, and chrysanthemums live in the dilapidated house.
Elegance comes to enjoy the moon, and you can play the piano with ease.
After the wind blows away on the snowy night, the lonely goose returns to its original state.
Tomorrow, I will sit alone in front of the fence and fish for arowana.
Four
The wild geese on the river bank are flying for the first time, carrying the moon above the green sky.
I kept my head down and smiled all the way, and returned home with orchids in my hands.
The drizzle marks the festival, and the jade potted plants are shining brightly.
Thinking about people who love flowers, the lonely pillow is stained with tears.
五
The butterflies go to collect herbs, and the swallows fly around the beams.
Duckweed spreads the brocade tent, and the demon peach wears red clothes.
The creek moves the strings of the piano, and the dusk rain touches the pearls.
Crossing the Mudi Stone Bridge, the wanderer returns with a smile.
One
The dangerous temple rises from Jiangzhu,
The oriole sings and the crane dances.
The setting sun flies towards the flying clouds,
It rains for a while while collecting herbs.
Two
The Xiaoxiang River is long,
There are several autumns in Yueyang.
Where is the concubine now?
The blue sky flows over the Yangtze River.
Three
Taihangding upstream
White clouds flow freely.
The Yellow River falls outside the sky,
Taizong rises to merge the states.
Four
After the dusk rain in Dongli,
the butterflies coming and going are sad.
The peach blossoms in the deep courtyard are gone,
Spring events flow like water.
Fifth
The flying boat arrived at Xiaoxiang,
The wind embraced the Yellow Crane Tower.
The turtle and snake lock the sunset,
The water in the river city is long.
Cheng Shili’s Modern Poetry
Jiangnan Rain
I know you will never give up until you soak my heart
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Huangshan you follow me
West Lake you follow me
Suzhou you follow me
Guilin you follow me
You Hazy
Hazy my eyes
But it brightens my fantasy
You are gentle and gentle
You are gentle to me
It also softened my drunkenness
Hold a long pole
The boat is dripping with your tears
Walk for a short while Alley
Your love flows under the bridge
You are as thin as silk
You are as dense as spring breeze
You are the same as the willow branches Dancing
You sing with the birds
Originally the town was peaceful
With you, it became even quieter
Originally the pavilion was ethereal< /p>
With you, it becomes even more unreal
You are the girl’s dancing skirt
You are the clouds woven by the Weaver Girl
You are in the ancient residence Sprinkle on the ancestral hall
You decorate the coffee house
You paint in the garden
Okay, I promise Take you home
Looking forward to a snow
Looking forward to a snow
Flowing and refreshing
Refreshing and cool
It’s the look you cast towards me
It’s the steps you walk towards me
Looking forward to a snow
Slim as yours Little hands
touch my face softly
like your cool tears
silently sprinkle in my heart
I Open your hands
Welcome your arrival
Let the coldness freeze on my fingertips
Light, I am a plum blossom
Blooming in In your dance
Bloom in your memory
Then drift away with you
Disappear in the traceless earth
I use incense to miss you
I miss your faint dancing posture
I miss your soft whispers
You said the stream is very gentle
Those are my tears that fill the lake
You said the moonlight is very romantic
That is my search all over the sky
Standing alone in an empty city
In the snow
Let time and longing
Float gracefully
You spread the white carpet
Accept my fragrance
The wind brings sadness to half the pond
The ripples are my footprints
Dear, just keep your indifference
Don’t be exposed to the sun The temptation
You are my shore
If you cry, your heart will collapse
Dreams will always be shattered
I I just want to keep the remaining warmth of my dream
I also hope you will watch this night quietly
When the moonlight turns around
We will wither together again
The spring withered into blooming flowers
Snowflakes are flying, whose bookmark is it
Stretch out your hand
Catch my feelings on the ground
You are my transparent concern
You are my white dreamy approval
Cheng Shili’s five unique poems and five cultural classifications: pseudo-ancient poetry
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The dangerous temple rises from Jiangzhu, and the oriole sings and the crane dances. The setting sun flies towards the flying clouds, and it rains suddenly while collecting medicine.
Two
The Xiaoxiang River is long, and there are several autumns in Yueyang. Where is the concubine now? The blue sky flows over the Yangtze River.
Three
The white clouds flow freely in the upper reaches of Taihangding. The Yellow River fell to the sky, and Taizong rose to merge the states.
Four
After the dusk rain in Dongli, the butterflies coming and going are sad. The peach blossoms in the deep courtyard are gone, and spring events are flowing like water.
Five
The flying boat arrived in Xiaoxiang, and the wind carried the Yellow Crane Tower. The turtle and snake lock the sunset, and the water in the river city is long.
Visiting the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan with Qilu Cultural Category: Pseudo-Ancient Poetry
Qilu Poetry by Cheng Shili
Visiting the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan
Ding Ling from the clear spring enters the ancient temple, and the morning light comes from the mountain pass Phi locust forest. The pavilions and bamboo paths are isolated, and the orioles are singing, butterflies are dancing, and the rose is deep.
The mausoleum of Genghis Khan is still there, and the return of Outer Mongolia is popular. Thousands of soldiers and horses were silent at this time, and Ordos heard the sound of bells.
Partridge Sky
The flowers in the drizzle are worried about the butterflies. Still dancing around the broken branches. The moon master in the deep courtyard wants to say goodbye, and the spring apricots fade away with tears all night long.
Time rushes, and the fragrance period is over. The evening breeze does not know that spring is coming. There is a festival in the sky and the Milky Way, and the departing people send off the sunset under the willow trees.
Poppies
Neon lights fill Sui Di Road. It is difficult to find Suzhou embroidery households. Water trickles at the door of the weeping willow. The lights on the walls of the pink building are dark, and boats are used to pick lotuses.
I am used to wandering around in front of flowers. No wonder we met late. When the bright moon is leaning against the building in the atrium. The red leaves are blown by the wind, and I miss you.
Youth Tour
On the bank of Songxi River, the willows are thick and the moon is pale, and the reed flute is playing the remaining red. In the shadow of the moon, orchids sleep in spring, and the fragrance grows on the small screen.
After a hasty farewell, there is a vast sea and sky, where can we meet again. Yesterday in front of the flowers, the bright moon was like wine, and dreams gathered in the east of the small bridge.
Recalling Qin E The bus was in an emergency.
The catkins on the way home are white. Catkin white. The moon is waning in Erquan, and the cold wind is blowing snow. The broken bridge is separated by mountains and rivers. Su Diliu often recalls each other outside. Remember each other often. The sunset on Nanping and the spring scenery by the lake.
Picking mulberry seeds, the red leaves are like flowers, and today is the Double Ninth Festival. Xiaoxiang in my dream. The chrysanthemum is filled with sorrow and frost overnight. Go up to the high building alone and look at Qiongfang and the autumn light on the river. The jade flute sings long. The night is still young in the south with lights.
The spring rain and wind unfold the emerald grass thousands of miles away. Oriole is clever. I don’t know when people will grow old. In the boundless world of mortals, there is so much sadness and hatred. Good before flowers. Yuexia chuckled. Regardless of farewell.
Reduced word magnolia, a river of spring water. Li Ren looks like tears. We just met and got to know each other. Chang'e raised her crescent eyebrows. Flowers are intoxicating. The wind and dew ruthlessly wither the plum blossoms. At dusk when it rains. Returning to Shanxi with a cold heart.
Huanxi Sand West Lake Orchid Boat Roll Painted Curtain. The jade flute plays slowly like people talking. In February, spring scenery fills the south of the Yangtze River. Su Di spreads his paper and inkstone in the wind, and the sails are being furled at the clouds in the south screen. The spring light is like water and the water is like a ring.
The divination operator can't see you if you want to, and can't get close if you want to. Who will pity Pingting every night, but look at Chang'e and hate her every year. The less talented the less troubled, the more sentimental and the more depressed. There is no better spring breeze in the world. In the spring breeze, all the plum blossoms are gone.
The willows on the Xijiang River are hanging down, dancing in the wind like delicate hands. Teardrop red bean. People are thinner than Liu Si. Ever since we said goodbye, my new eyebrows have wrinkled in loneliness. Watch the moon hook. Curved into a stream. Who pities Green Sleeves.
The red lips were once companions, and the swallows flew south in the clouds. Life is a dream. Easy to watch from the sidelines. Sigh lightly at fate, as thin as the petals of an epiphyllum. Love is far away. Who cares about sorrow and hatred, we can only meet in dreams.
In the Partridge Sky, Chang'e is invited to drink wine with apricot blossoms. There are always many emotions in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The spring flowers are like flowing water, and time is like a flying shuttle. The waist dances with willows, and the eyes wave. A thousand kinds of love are your songs. The deepest love turns out to be ruthless, and people are just stupid geese.
Bodhisattvaman, the weeping willows are new and green, and the clear rain is clear. Yesterday's thoughts were like smoke. Clear dream to Wushan. The moonlight man has not yet returned. Does anyone know what I mean? Only the autumn wind is coming. There is no way to get old. Jiangshan is the most pleasant. 5-2
Picking mulberry seeds
Traveling thousands of miles alone to find a way home, Yangguan is covered with snow. Zixu was heartbroken. A gentleman's road is narrow but a villain's road is wide.
The ancestors are hidden in the Ghost Valley of Yangcheng and released in Manan Mountain. Literary traitor and Wu Xian. How many thoughts are in Hainan.
More mistakes
Go to the bridge, over and over again. The autumn wind blows into the deep courtyard. When people go to the sun, Yan flies south. People who return in spring have not yet returned.
Counting good times, no intention. Letting go of eight years of worry. Always disappointed, so sad. Unbearable spring.
Magnolia
The heart of spring is not afraid of late blooming of chrysanthemums. The love is all there. The slightest hint of golden acacia is fragrant, and the dream of autumn wind brings back tears.
Sentimental and disbelieving news. Who is the warmest person in the cold September? If you want to entrust your love to the next life, you are afraid that the next life will be short-lived.
Qingpingle
The spring breeze is freehand. The sound of rain in the south of the Yangtze River broke. The red paper in the West Lake tells the story of one's heart. I just hate that it’s hard to send love.
The wind blows through the sycamore trees in front of the door. At dusk, the smoke from the kitchen is hazy. Wherever you look at the moon, you are in the Yellow Crane Tower.
Qingpingle
You can’t live in spring. With the moon and the apricot tree. Jiao Hong Pian Pian is on her way. Tears flowed deep into my heart.
The willows are green under the bridge. There is a lot of love in front of the door. I can’t bear to say goodbye to you, and I wish you a bright future.
Nan Xiangzi
It is difficult for people to say goodbye. Falling red will cause pink tears to fall. I remember that the moon in the new building was the first to become disabled. The clear brilliance sprinkles the painting like frost.
Loneliness in three cold springs. White clouds curl around the fragrant sandalwood. Even though it's charming and full of spring, it's late. The scenery is endless but idle.
Nanxiangzi
The spring tide rises. The beauties of the West Lake climb the broken bridge. Under the umbrella, my daughter has a dimple and enchanting smile. My heart makes willow branches with the spring breeze.
Liang Zhu was the former dynasty. There is no shadow in the long pavilion, and the jade flute is played. The evening bell of Nanping sends you a distant dream. The rain sprinkles the Milky Way, which is just a dream away.
Shengchazi
The orchid has been fragrant for hundreds of years, and the grass has been green for thousands of miles. Spring love in willows, who sings the song of dancing clothes.
The epiphyllum blooms like snow and can be satisfied in one day. Drunk and shallow, I always miss home, and my dream is deep and full of moonlight.
Huanxisha
The rain alley is deeply closed. The beautiful shadow returns without leaving a trace. Who sells apricot flowers to remember the king and his grandson?
The willows are newly green in front of the building, the begonias are standing under the bridge at dusk, and the sound of distant waves is easy to break the soul.
Huanxisha
There are several full moons in life. There is even more wind and rain to protect talented people. Dew flowers reflect the blooming fragrant branches.
The green leaves are bleak and the beauty has gone, the red flowers have withered and the swallows have returned. Raising a glass of wine before leaving for the first month. 5-3
Resentments of Qing Dynasty and Shang Dynasty
The spring breeze in Changting is still shallow. The plum blossoms by the stream are warm first. Qiaoyun makes the wind, and we are no longer far away.
There are willow threads under the bridge. Looking at a lake, fishermen sing late. If you want to ask about the day of departure, your dreams will be long but your mind will be short.
Stay in the Spring Order
The red leaves in the Western Mountains are blown down by the autumn wind, and I am half in love. A bend of transparent and passionate water, like tears, who can see it.
Sorrowful by the Acacia Pool in Nanping. Change the fleeting time. Wild geese among the clouds, the cold autumn is deep, and there is so much hatred and broken news.
Treading on the sand
Everyone returns at dusk, and the snow in the Western Mountains is gone. There is gradually a new year message in Songxi. The garden is full of plum blossoms and butterflies don’t know, who will ask after three years of being alone?
People are far away at the end of the world, but spring is near in dreams. The small regular script on the red paper falls square inches. It used to be darkly fragrant and red in the sunset, but the pieces are withered and unrecognizable.
Picking mulberry seeds
The lotus flowers in the small garden pond are all blooming, and the red flowers are gone in spring. Farewell to Yuxi. Only the wild geese flew south.
Last year I was drunk by the pool with you, the flowers were soft and the breeze was gentle.
Waiting for you to return. The pond is full of new lotus flowers to make dance clothes.
Hemanzi
Farewell to the new moon in front of the bridge, and there is a formation of wild geese outside the clouds. In the autumn wind of Taihang, who has tears in his eyes? Looking forward to getting together next year and hoping for a warmer spring with longer days.
Speaking of the lingering longing for each other, like two butterflies flying together. Holding hands and laughing in the eyes, how many years of youth. The moon sprinkles a pool of fragrance, and I meet the lotus pond in my dream.
Flowers in the Rain
Remember the willows with apricot faces and thin waists. How many times have I competed with flowers? Under the peach forest, butterflies spread their wings. In spring, I am afraid of separation.
You are the Xi Tzu in my dream. Look carefully, the eyebrows reflect the autumn water. Where is your heart? Indulge in dreams. I wish you joy day and night.
Spring in Han Palace
Green trees and red walls. The rose branches are delicate and fragrant. Strange flowers and flowers, no matter what is on your mind. An independent hometown with tea racks and beehives. The breeze blows, the moon makes shadows, and the orchids are silent and fragrant.
White clouds dance in colorful clothes. There are chrysanthemums and frost beside the flowing water of lovesickness. In the deserted courtyard, who can solve the problem of clear dreams? At the end of the long corridor, there used to be a green window with a jade flute. And turn around, close the door to shut out the rain, for fear of seeing the remaining makeup of the rose.
Qingmen Yin
The West Lake is smoky and the willows are cold. The mind is as unstable as a boat. When a person is lonely and the moon shines brightly, the frown on the person in the mirror is not Xi Tzu's disease.
The cold dream of a broken bridge wakes up again. Su Di is quiet at night. I am even more afraid of the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the long pavilion sends the shadow of butterflies.
The river is full of red
The plum blossoms are blooming on the flowing water, and the moon is beautiful in my dream. Gradually meandering, sunny spring and white snow, Chu song and spring curtain. The peach red pieces show through the light rain, and the smoke and willow strands are the softest. I remember the bright moon shining on the water in Qinhuai, making appointments with people.
Holding jade hands, the love is just like yesterday. Hate and sorrow cannot be forgotten. It’s not about seeking drunkenness or being fascinated by wine. The spring breeze is thick, the orchid fragrance is soft, and the willow shade is heavy and the spring flowers are thin. I'm afraid that good times are like running water, but times are bad.
Washing on the sand
The spring breeze sends the youth away. Who cherishes the Yanghua. The fur is as light as snow and the sun is about to set. The graceful and talented thoughts will go with the wind and fall into someone's home.
He is present wherever we gather or disperse. Spring is like a wild horse. Watch the flowing clouds from the shore at dusk. Tonight we gather here to sing and dance, tomorrow we will reach the end of the world.
One
The boat passed by the Three Gorges and I heard the sound of apes, the spring scenery was like flowing water and my heart was burning. The heartbroken grass under Baidi City looks like a lonely cloud over a tomb.
Meihuaqihanxue is friends, Sima and Zhuo Wenjun. There is a clock in the Ming Dynasty palace, so Taibai announces the morning and dusk.
Two
The beauty in the dream is on one side of the water, and there are two vast promontories outside the mountains. The idle cranes in the lonely mountains are as sad as snow, and the hearts of flying cranes in Luoshui are like frost.
The light car on the oil wall is orchid and dew, and the orioles are playing the piano and worrying about the west chamber. Even though the matchmaker can be a close friend, Huang Ye Biyun is still heartbroken.
Three
The sun has already set in Xunyang again, looking for poems and lines to draw boats. The woman playing the pipa half-covers her face, and the spring breeze carries the apricot blossom sky.
Tang Yin was startled by a light smile like a flower, and he sighed deeply to send the orchestra to the fleeting time. Although it is a harmonious season, people worship poetry and immortals.
Four
A few hours of pure water are poor, and the pistil and snow are flowing in early spring. Green willows accompany the river at dusk, and orioles lie on the moonlit night.
Light pink lightly coats the shadows of sparse branches, and the faint fragrance often flows with the sound of clear springs. It’s hard to say that the world is cold, but the winter wind and snowflakes have their own feelings.
Five
The flowing water cages the dreamy moon and the clouds, and camellia flowers bloom all over Lu Yu’s house. Even if you are far away from your heart's concerns, there is no chance that you are so far away.
The bright moon in Xiaoxiang is playing the pipa, and the west wind is blowing in the border town. The lonely Chanjuan has nowhere to go, and the jade rabbit has no choice but to cry for the sweet-scented osmanthus.
Mulan's Ci
If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan. It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change.
Lishan’s words are gone until half past midnight, and the tears and rain are still ringing, but I still don’t complain. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
Linjiang Fairy Cold Willow
Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers, destroyed by layers of ice and snow. A sparse tree is cold at dawn. The bright moon is good for loving him, and being haggard is also relevant.
Last of all, after the silken threads have shaken, they will teach people to recall the Spring Mountains. The dream of skirt is intermittently difficult. How much hate the west wind blows away the eyebrows.
Partridge Sky
Yingying stood on her back, pretending to be shy, and moved her plum blossoms to hit her shoulders. If you want to leave and hate, you will find a man to tell you, but when you find the man, you will return to hate and stop.
The clouds are flowing, the water is long, and the sound of the horizontal flute locks the empty building. When is the moon shining over the spring stream, there is a boat with hanging willow trees on the broken bank.
One
The geese cannot fly beyond Hengyang, and the oranges cannot fly beyond the Yangtze River.
Only Baiyun is ruthless and runs around without legs. 14-2
Poppy
Pets can rival princes, and dogs wear furs worth thousands of gold. Xiaotian was ashamed to leave the house, Erlang should be ashamed.
Delicacy can be the enemy of the princess, and no dewdrops are allowed. Born into a wealthy family, prosperity does not require effort.
Visiting the Golden Gate
On the jade threshold, the rain washes the jasmine fragrance lightly. There is spring in the bend of the river, and there are four or five green islands.
The lotus pond is as bright as a mirror, and the orchid boat of the lotus picker is floating. Fishermen all over the river talk about green lotus, but who knows that jasmine is fresh.
Meeting eyes
A spring-loving girl looks at cardamom, and her thoughts are most suitable for autumn. The smile is also sad, the dream is also shy, how tender.
I would like to travel around the world with my lover and ride a boat under the moon. Full of preparations, unable to speak out, listening to the rain on the high building.
Qi Tianle
I heard that Yuanyuan is obsessed with butterflies and invited me to spend the night in the Three Pagodas. Flowers are blooming on the corridors, water and stone streets are flowing, and the wind, flowers, snow and moon are above our heads, and Pingting welcomes them. The scenery is a close friend, washing my mind. Who will listen to the short building? The Bai people will say goodbye.
Naxi ancient music is awesome.
The people in the jade window are tired, and the invitations are red candles. The leakage is broken in Dali, the clouds are sparse and the sky is green, and the spring water of Erhai Lake is whimpering. The new powder is timid, the cardamom flowers are blooming, it is the season of dreams. Traveling all over the mountains and rivers, the only thing that keeps me company is the moon.
Youth Travel
Looking for cuckoos in March in Yunnan, they bloom all over the mountains. Pink as rouge, white as spring snow, the flowers smile before you.
The sun sets over the western mountains and the bright moon comes, and it’s so late at night that I can’t bear to sleep. Who knows when you are lonely, when you look at the emperor's thoughts, your passion becomes smoke. Tomb-Sweeping Festival to pay tribute to Zhang Zizhong
Heroes live in troubled times, only to have sunny days. Fei comes to Xu Zaoyi, and the body returns wrapped in horse leather.
The flower of the medal is blood, and the life of serving the country is smoke. Send paper money to Huanglong, Meihua Mountain in Chongqing.
Plum blossoms
One
Where do the flowers bloom first? Xiangyang Yuxi Village. The fragrant moving stars are like a dream, and the shadow is still like the morning.
Suspected of a crystal butterfly, dancing gracefully at dusk. I have no faith in you for a long time, I send you to illuminate the universe.
Two
The branches are connected with the auspicious snow, silently shining on the lakeside. Ice crystals are like jade bones, not afraid of the weather or spring.
No one can appreciate your youth, and no one can appreciate your elegance. Under the bright moon, I felt that there was someone moving at the window.
Zhuzhici
一
I heard that I am going to Guangdong again, and I will send you one journey after another. The lotus is focused on the lake, while the clouds have no direction and only follow the wind.
Two
A few feet of lotus were added to Taihu Lake, and the girl picking lotus sang Wu songs. Laughing at me is like the moon rising over the river, reunions are sometimes rare and sometimes abundant.
11-1
Yu Jia Ao
The lady has a lot of love in front of her. The flowers bloom in March. Taoxing couldn't keep her smile. Looking back. There is no sunset in the mountain city.
The fog is like rain in front of Xinghua Village. Wei Wei's thoughts are like Liu Feixu. The sound of the flute is still playing on Cuizhu Road. In a dream. The new moon is like a boat across the Milky Way.
Linjiang Fairy
Three years ago, when I looked at the mountains and rivers, I couldn’t help but think about the scenery. The piano girl sheds her tears in Jiujiang. Taihang clouds are far away, and the flying snow is desolate.
Seeing plum blossoms on the branches in February makes me heartbroken when we meet. All the friends in the bamboo forest are drinking wine. The bright moon shines thousands of miles away, where is my hometown?
Magnolia Flower Order
Qinhuai New Moon and Wu Chushu. Meeting each other in a different place at dusk in Wuxiang. The neon lights of the painted boats illuminate the beautiful lady, and the peach blossom leaves at the ferry are rained on.
Hold hands and listen to the piano along the shore. The willows will express their feelings to the wind. The happy and drunken moon returns to the west, and the people disperse again where the flowers fall.
The river is full of red
The autumn wind blows from the west, and the grass below the tall buildings is deep and green. Look at the Central Plains, the five mountains, the cloud waves, and the spring scenery of thousands of rivers. When people are in Nanshan, they miss the Ghost Valley, and their hearts are like the poets in the South China Sea. Have love for the bright moon and the country, the hero said.
The biography of Zheng He, you will not read it. There is no madman, only pity. Diplomacy is like a parrot that flinches when in power. The weak Song Dynasty lamented that it was loyal to serve the country, but the world was ruthless and always erratic. I hope that my little brother will write leisurely poems and accompany the pine and crane.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Fishing waves roll in, and the water in Nansha is connected to the sky. Han Feiyue's eyes turned red when she found out that she was a **. Sigh: In the Chairman's mourning hall, the general takes off his armor and is surrounded by smoke and rain, and stands alone in the countryside. Today’s diplomatic language is about the presence or absence of sovereignty.
Tens of millions of hectares, the sea is pure, and the peaks of the mountains are crying. When the waves rose, King Wen went to invite the fisherman. The romantic feather fan and silk scarf, the sailing ship dominates the storm, and the discussion of male and female in the South China Sea. The guest in a green shirt is so awe-inspiring, the bright moon wind is shining thousands of miles away.
Yan Guiliang
Wutong rain, peach blossom wind. The apricot blossoms outside the clouds are red. Spring in distant mountains hates water. The path is filled with grass.
Heartbroken. The word lovesickness. Divorce is similar every year. The jade flute blows through the thick spring cold. People are in the east of Shiqiao.
Moon over Xijiang River
The green bamboo road in Nanshan is cold, the moon is bright in the west tower and the flowers are sparse. There are still red apricot branches on the high wall. The wind blows the remaining red and makes you drunk.
The swallows go away deep in the willow forest, and the clouds return around the green mountains. When the lonely pillow in the small building returns to sleep. I don’t know how much leisure and sorrow there is.
Feng Gufei
The moon moves in Liu Yi's painting building, and the lotus-picking boat moves slowly. Full of red lotus and green water. Brothel Dream, Xianglan Nuan.
The drizzle and light cold will be short-lived. Qin Huaiyue, alone in the villa. When all the peach blossoms have fallen, people return home late. I don't care if my heart is broken.
Stay in the Spring Order
On the bank of the south of the Yangtze River, the clouds are like those in the Old Testament, and the Milky Way is in the water. A few pages of red-paper beauty books contain infinite and sad things.
The jade flute is leisurely and people are leaning on it. Thousands of miles to the bright moon. The sound of Xiaoxiang water downstairs made me shed so many tears. 11-2
Talking on the sand
It rains in the red dust at night, and the sun shines brightly in the spring glow. Who can determine the fate of a thousand years? Weeping willows illuminate the small pond with sparse hands, and the bamboo fence is fragrant and the orchid is shaded and quiet.
The breeze is like a comb, and the bright moon is like a mirror. It’s hard to be happy when the peach is red and the willow is green. Last year, the red apricots broke through the wall to the west, and the oriole's call woke me up.
Picking mulberry seeds
The peaches and plums are scattered in the sky, and the moon is in the sky, and the courtyard is filled with leisurely breeze. Small pond with carved lanterns. The bamboos on the fence are cold and springy.
The river is far away and the people have not yet returned, and the tears are beginning to dry. It's rainy and cold at dusk. Who will take a closer look before the flowers bloom next year.
Langtaosha
A falling autumn leaf. Spring love flows eastwards. Parrot Island with gentle breeze and fragrant grass. On the island, you can see the long water in the distance, but you can't see the returning boat.
There are no old trails. The fragrance of crabapple remains. The remaining clouds and the rain are gone. There is a cold autumn moon on the bridge, accompanying people with sorrow.
Xiaochong Mountain
The willows and grasses melt in the spring breeze. Fangfei arrived as scheduled, the apricot tips were red. Life is long and water is long. Flowers wither, the best time is always empty.
Sail in Sheep City. Many merchants have arcades and daffodils. The auspicious clouds are floating in the dream of the five sheep. On the Xiangjiang River, young people fight against the spring breeze.
Qingpingle
The return date has not yet been determined. The water flows through the cloud shadows. Independent stone bridge and flower path. The birds are chirping in the secluded forest and people are quiet.
The red apricots are a hint of spring. Poor old city with high walls. Pick jade branches and hairpins on your temples, and the grass will naturally regenerate.
Reduced word Huanxi Sha
A ray of clouds appears at dusk at the corner of the building. Willow eyebrows sprout and smile like her. The spring breeze gently picks plum blossoms.
The jade fingers playing the piano move the spring river, and the light fragrance of narcissus protects the window screens. Bamboo surrounds Wenjun's house.
Reduced word Huanxi Sha
The clear pond is filled with lotus fragrance year after year. The soft wind rouges the jade branches and makes them cold. Weeping willows and fans lean against the railings.
The melancholy and charming person is gone, the smile is haggard and the body is as blue as a orchid. It is difficult to cross the river on Magpie Bridge.
Reduced word Huanxi Sha
Two feet of spring mountain and one inch of wave. The ripples of lotus picking are also songs. The little girl in coir raincoat is very tender.
The goldfish circles the lotus leaves and falls in the wind, and the wind moves the moon across the painted bridge into the river. What a sad spring night.
Drunken Flower Yin
The people in Liuying Shen’s courtyard are not resting. The summer night is cold at first. The fragrant orchid is in Luo Yi, the thin sleeves are refreshing, and the lonely shadow is surrounded by the moon.
Close your eyes and listen quietly to the new farewell. How different the feelings are. There are warblers in the west chamber, and my heart is red. It is the sad season.
Reveal your heartfelt feelings
The grape rack is low in the green Yaochi. It's too late to look at the Magpie Bridge alone. There were thick clouds and silvery clouds, and the rain covered the sycamore branches.
Purple orchid fragrance, green bamboo shadow. When closing the curtain. The bright moons in the two places are equally lovesick, and my son and I know each other.
11-3
Yulou Chun, Chairman, is both strategic and civil. Talking and laughing were turned into ashes by force. To resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, he flirted with the U.S. emperor, and slapped Su Yue and mocked India. Nowadays diplomacy is parrot language. Fishing in Huangyan is like a fog. The clowns in the southeast are like evil clouds, and the pearls in the South China Sea are like rain.
The ancient temple in Linjiang Fairyland is beautiful at night with the moon in it, and the pine and cypress trees stand tall and quiet. The shadows of the flowers are sparse on the curtain. The curtains are made of graceful bamboo, and the begonias are fragrant and graceful. The idle clouds are wandering without incident, and the Yao Qin is tinkling in the flowing spring. At the end of the song, I sleep with my pillow on the pine creek. The willow threads are thin in the dream, and the shadow of the full moon is offset by the lotus.
Jade House Spring Don’t worry about the new moon, the two places look at each other. No need to wait for Fengzi Group. Tonight, I have curved eyebrows and a jade pendant ring. The clouds pass over the green bamboo tower, and the wind blows against the orchid curtain. A few branches of smoke willows and stone bridges are cold. The jade flute blows through the sparse shadows and follows the lantern stem.
The black night cries, the snowy plum blossoms linger by the pool, and the crescent moon has a beautiful eyebrow. Needless to say, the natural beauty is the best at that time. The landscape of West Lake is picturesque, and the spring breeze is poetic at night. The lone shadow of the broken bridge looks like white snow, and the sound of the flute is resentful.
Bodhisattva Man (palindrome) The willows are hanging in the wind and people are calm, don’t worry. I worry about others weeping in the wind. The fragrance is thin and the remaining branches are cool. The cool branches remain thin and fragrant. The lonely shadow pities the bright moon. The bright moon pities the lonely shadow. The chrysanthemum blooms in the style of Caifeng.
The Bodhisattva Man is slender in the morning light of flowing water. The mountain col is green and full of bamboos. The sound of the pastoral flute in the wilderness. The white clouds pass and the water becomes clear. Orioles wake up in the forest. Chrysanthemums are frosty in autumn. Spring people are hurt on the mountain. Tears wet the rouge marks.
Die Lianhua We parted thousands of miles apart at dusk. The airport screen still touches people's clothes. Visitors from far away are always sleepless when hugging their quilts. That summer night is as long as a year. The flowers are blooming and the peaches and plums are sad. The lonely shadow of the bright moon, a pillow filled with lovesickness and tears. The sound of the flute in the evening breeze has no other meaning. The slow blowing makes people feel haggard.
Yu Meiren Yuzhu Bing is born thin. It doesn’t matter after the autumn wind. The drizzle falls on the river bank at dusk. It's the time to miss lovesickness and people are in ecstasy. The sound of the flute clears away the bitterness. Just send Yi off. Flying geese fly across the mountains. The full moon can be seen every month, but it is difficult to see you.
Nan Xiangzi came to travel on vacation. Ten years of long-cherished wishes come true in light rain. Don't laugh at the old guests returning to the east of the river. Stay late. The drizzle is silent and spring is like oil. Qinhuai Yanyu Tower. The delicate spring light flows through the lotus plucking. Wu Yue made a truce and became a family, gentle. Xizi no longer has to worry.
11-4
Magnolia The wind is getting warmer by the lake. There is no solitary shadow in sight. The trickle of the spring is singing gurglingly, and the soft wings of butterflies are whirling in the wind. Waiting for the moon to sit alone by the stone bridge. After being drunk, you squint your eyes and the clouds fly late. Last year, today there were apricots on the wall, and the wind swayed the empty branches more leisurely than people.
Magnolia spring rain sprinkled the literary garden all night. Green willows, peach red and hidden purple swallows. The dressing table dims the willow leaf eyebrows, and the new clouds lightly touch the peach blossom face. A heartless man is as empty as the sky. The flying geese sing in the clouds intentionally. When I'm bored, I pinch my feet and catch butterflies, which fly across the partition wall.
Magnolia Mr. Sima asks for a golden phoenix. The book of Feng Chan fell into the shadow of Mount Tai. The apricot blossoms contain stamens and are wrapped in the cold, while the willow leaves embrace the dream and feel heavy with sleep. A piece of music on the strings makes Wenjun***. The spring breeze blows the shadows on the bead curtain. The world is like a fallen autumn accompanying the grass and trees, and the fragrant soul crying without labor is broken.
Xie Chichun In the south of the red sun, the fishermen were as frightened as birds. The Summer Palace and Willow are drunk. The breeze blows, and spring dawns in Kyushu. Who cares about the islands and reefs in the South China Sea? Birds occupy the swallow's nest, and all the neighbors laugh from the beams. Everything is ready, the east wind is not early. On what day will the thunder sweep away the remaining leaves again? Look forward to spring rain, don’t wait for spring.
As soon as the rope is dropped, the spring breaks and the heart is like catkins. The sun sets over the river. There are parrots and yesterday's language talking about new sorrows under the tea rack. Watch the clouds rise and return in the distance. Where are the geese. The sunset has faded away, and the new moon is hanging on the old locust tree.
As soon as the rope is dropped, the feather fan rests high against the sunset. Ridiculed by others. The fishermen are leisurely watching the waves, subverting the waves. Who said the South China Sea is safe? Fei Yue is arrogant. The raincoat, the smoke and the carbine should not be harmonious.
Apricot Blossom Sky Don’t mention the dimly lit place. Just watch and sing and dance. The painting of river water is full of emotions. The moon is not afraid of sunset. Pingting's heart was tied by willow. In a dream, I forget my way home. Clear breeze, bright moon, spring breeze road. The peach leaf crossing of the Qinhuai River.
In peacetime, the clouds are thick and the road in the Taihang Mountains is deep. Passing through the peach grove. The chaotic stars are about to burn green and turn into yin. Free mountain fowl. My friend lives high in Zhaixingling and practices the guqin. The moonlight sprinkles all over my body like rain. Laundry lapel.
Lianxiu quilt, green water and mountains. There are chickens and dogs to accompany Tao Weng. My nature is thin and my steps are steady. I am connected with you and we are connected. After doing housework, listen to the sound of the musical instrument by the stream. There are green mountains and thousands of forest flowers.
Little Gu Mei, Ti Danqing, the painter is present in the painting.
Love Embroidered Quilt The peach blossoms are in love and are now red again. Sighing about floating life, half in a dream. On the road in this world, be too serious, be diligent and work hard every day. One hundred thousand vegetables is really worrying, but it is not as good as a few square meters of vegetables. In a peaceful world, I love flowers and grass, but I am ashamed of the pillars, and there are no pine trees in the vast expanse.