Water chestnut is full of rice fields;
Autumn and August are the most common in the south of the Yangtze River.
The head of a chicken is a ball of pearls. "
Zheng Banqiao's "Yongxing Hua"
Semi-basin lanruitu
Pot painting Shimada Hanzo, blue painting half contains. No venting, no fear of decay.
Jiang Qing
The fog wrapped around the mountain, and the thunder and rain never stopped. Halfway through the sunset, I spit out Wangjianglou.
Orchids with large flowers
Cliff thousands of feet, orchids in the sky. There are firewood collectors, so you can't reach out and fold.
Title painting orchids
The bluegrass has done, and the mountain has profound meaning. Loyalty is still self-embracing, so why fight with others?
A kind of bamboo
Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves. I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.
Penglan
Chunlan has not blossomed in Xia Lan, and everything is reminding people not to stay; After reading all the ups and downs, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.
After the snow in the mountains
Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.
Basket stone
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock; The wind is strong in the east, west, north and south.
Wei County Bamboo Painting Department was established in 2002, and Bao Dazhong became rich.
Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings. Some small history of Caozhou County always pays attention to the situation of one branch and one leaf.
Xue Yong
One, two, three or four, five, six, seven, eight and ninety. Thousands of countless pieces, fly into the plum blossom and disappear.
Two songs about White Wolf Mountain
There is a phoenix tree hanging on the rock pavilion, which is like a voice in the air. Copper rings should not be muddy, and pine flowers will be thick in the afternoon.
From Xinghua twists and turns to Gaoyou seven quatrains
There is misty rain in Shui Yunjian, and shoes are like boat hats. Sell green money and wine, spread lotus leaves and place fresh fish.
fisherman
Fresh fish costs 200 yuan, and rice is put back on the boat to cook. It is difficult to burn wet reeds and bask in the ancient weeping willows.
Tell me to go back to Li, draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.
If you don't lose your black veil, your sleeves will get cold. Write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the autumn wind river.
The title is Weng Shan's poem, and Shi Tao's beauty is the landscape of Badashan people.
The country broke the temple and died, and a bag of poems and paintings was Buddha-like. Spread Qian Qian horizontally and vertically, no more ink spots, more tears!
orchid
This is a kind of peaceful flower, and I don't want a haze from Wen Da. Collecting firewood is still afraid of passing by the path, but also write mountain cover.
Draw chrysanthemums and be an official.
You can't catch up, you can't get in, and your career is terrible. There is quite a hedge chrysanthemum at home, which can trace the autumn wind to keep out the cold.
Shaoxing
The Prime Minister wrote many letters, and the Emperor of Shaoxing only sang songs. Jin people want to send them back, but they don't want anything from the Central Plains!
Zhi Zhu ci
Several families sell green hills, and stones pile up into splendid spots. At dusk, the driver came back to the car half drunk and sang a song in the chaos.
The water is winding, the tree is heavy, and there are one or two peaks on the tree. The hut was hidden by Tibetans, and several chickens and dogs were in the sunset.
Painted bamboo
Two bamboos are heavy clouds, and several leaves are upside down. This is the same root and spirit, why humble and lofty!
For forty years, I painted bamboo branches during the day and wrote my thoughts at night. Redundant and thin, painting is born and familiar.
For Yuan Mei.
The morning star broke the goose, and several literati scattered on the Jiang Hushui shore. Erase the spring and autumn flowers and force the frost and snow to wither.
The woman is called a stunning neighbor and likes to brag. I'm not poor if you have a wizard. It is the pre-Qin Dynasty to love him instead of buying a pearl and a mirror.
Denan Yin Weijie
Suddenly, dirt and gold poured into the fence, making the whole family happy and sad. A laurel shadow is famous, and its ten-year journey is developed late.
Where you would rather cry than kiss at the grave, no one is lazy to peep at the curtains in front of the mirror. Although he has Mao Gong, who will he comfort when he is admitted to Huatang?
folk tales sung to a bamboo percussion instrument or a fisherman's drum
Old scholar, in the white house; Huang Yu said, antique. In many high-tech schools of the younger generation, servants are like tigers in front of the door.
Teaching a few children in a secluded alley is better than hanging a banner on a stranger and leaving like a dragon.
Tang Yu is far from Xia Yin. File week, into the qin dynasty. Seven competing countries merged. The article is empty in Han dynasty,
In the Southern Dynasties, gold powder was often wasted, but people in Zhao and Song San hurried to use it up. The most lamentable thing is that the dragon and tiger crouch, and the swallow spring lantern sell all the land.
It is better to cry than to see the dragon. Envy Zhuang Zhou and worship Lao Dan. The prince and grandson of Weiyang Palace will be miserable. Coix lachryma-jobi came from the south to slander,
Seven-foot coral only hurts itself. Kongming is a white hero, and lying in the thatched cottage knows how many times he saved Qishan.
Old fisherman, a fishing rod. At the edge of the cliff, at the inlet. There are no obstacles on board, and Sha Ou is a little light and far away.
It's raining and cold in the daytime in the underground port. Singing in the sunset at night, the golden shadow shakes in an instant, so don't look up at the Dongshan Mountain on the moon.
The old woodcutter cuts wood by himself. Loose the bundle and clip the green locust. Beyond the barren hills, the monument is a wasteland.
Chihiro Huabiao is located in Taibi. Stone horse is sharpening his knife in front of the grave. It is better to sell wine with spare money and come back drunk on the mountain road.
The old monk, in the ancient temple, burned incense and rang the bell. Free fasting of Tukui oats. The broken mountain gate has nothing to do with the lock.
The sun is yellow and loose. The stars in autumn twinkle and fall. Dark futon meditation, tea night burning red.
Zheng Xie
Twelve Poems by Nian Nujiao (Southeast Wang Qi)
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Zheng Xie Title: "Twelve Poems of Nian Nujiao" Content: Southeast, sweeping away old habits and mountains and rivers. Cooper is lying in the temple, and dragons come to stay every night. Weng Zhong's clothes, lion's horns, moss marks of static locks. As the sun sets, several people are studying on horseback. It is said that the world is impermanent, and the rain is coming, and the ghosts are crying and howling. I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears. The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud rolls like a candle. On the side of the old monk's mountain, he only took a ladle of boiling spring. Hong Guang was named Jinlian and Yushu when the People's Republic of China was founded, and later became a fanatic. There is no limit to the suffering of plants, mountains and rivers, only to choose colors. Swallows write notes, spring lanterns tell mysteries, and nights are short and days are narrow. Haiyun paid separately, even the red sun stopped. It was also the reign of Maruan, the town of Gao Liu, and the dog bag towel. It's still annoying to sell it all, and I have to go to the southeast half. Who can escape the rise and fall of a country and the success or failure of others? Taiping Longwan, this Cao Jiu has been born. Beside the old pavilion, it was blown into willow by the west wind. Such as thread, such as silk, infinite hatred, the breeze is like smoke. Sail on the river, don't cry before respecting, and have affectionate friends in your eyes. Words are endless, and the sunset is sad. Try to be famous for half your life, and be careful in your spare time. Nine out of ten things are often lost. He dances in heavy makeup and is always tempted by his family. Immediately, I screamed and begged in the street, and everything went up in smoke. What is the joy of the generals? Being poor is better than being stubborn. Where to turn around and turn to the prosperous old dreams? Only the green hills surround the old country, and the yellow-leaf westerly vegetable garden. Pick up the oak steps, fish in the palace marsh, and return at dusk. The copper bottle is 100 feet high, and there is a whine. Only a stone's throw from the river, Yu Wenhuaji is Han Qinhu. Rouge came out arm in arm at the bottom of the well and asked where Erxiaoniang was. In the Qing Dynasty, he sang the song "Crossing the River and Closing the Woman". How many emperors are there in the true colors of Ci field? The twilight clouds are fading away, the residual buildings are faint, and the clock is lying in the courtyard. Outside the courtyard, there are thousands of green hills and shallow springs. Crows make loose corridors, mice turn over scrolls, and monks are far away. An empty beam is broken, and the nest does not belong to Yan. Pity the rise and fall of the six generations, give birth to public interests above all else, and never care about grievances. Plant bodhicitta halberd and enter the Sakyamuni wheel first. The history of Qing dynasty mocked the bomb, passed the lamp as a laughing stock, and did nothing but sit on the wall. Constant sand is boundless, and the number of man-made disasters is short. The Gankun side, supported by generations of Hao Ying, is in mid-air. The immortal dragon is immortal, and the seven orifices are drier than the heart. Bamboo sticks and linen, scarlet robes and white blades are simple, clumsy and hard. Confidence comes out, and I don't understand why. I also know Gao Kui from Miracle, Yi San from Hongdian and Shen Fu from Yue Wei. He collapsed from the beginning, and the topic was different. Ten pieces of furniture, ten thousand pieces of skin, and the soul is broken. The world's rats, how to make up the tiger! The bridge is low red, the water is long beside Qinhuai, and the poplars are floating. Lead the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows and say goodbye with dew and sadness. Smoke is soft and pear blossoms, rain is cold and food is cold, and grass is in season. Draw a boat full of flutes and drums. After all, there are few peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times, and the color art is called double unique? A wisp of HongLing leans to the left, and the boudoir is more or less buried. If Yi Guang and Zhu Luo die, who will be a philosopher? Song of Wang Lang, Yan said. Autumn is spiritual, it is a storm, it is bleak. The sunset crow went down the mountain and asked about the former site of Taicheng. Old vines hide snakes, flowers are cheap and blood is bad. Someone is herding horses and the city head is blowing. At the beginning, I sacrificed my face and only ate vegetables and fruits, abiding by Samoan laws. Why do you dig mice when you are hungry? Say it again, hehe. What's wrong with losing? Hard words, tears in the hero's chest. The winding alley, at the oblique angle of the spring city, under the shade of Populus davidiana. The ochre wall is paved with stones, and the door reflects the flowing water of Bixi. Drizzle, flute in the setting sun, peaches and plums all the way. The wind blows the fallen flowers, and the falling flowers wind blows again. It is also full of cars, every family is a swallow, and Jiang Jie has beautiful scenery. In April, cherry blossoms are all over the city, and snowflakes are Shaded Knives. Huaishui is clear in autumn, Zhongshan is dusk, and the old horse ploughs idle land. A mountain and a ditch, I will die here. Hanging rock thousands of feet, borrow European knives and axes, cut into battlements. Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts. Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable. A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually. This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain. It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken. The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city. A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind. The word Yuanyang is a popular story, but is it true? How many heroic sons and daughters created a disaster. Golden lotus in the front hall, Yushu in the back court, both wind and rain. Liu Jia is happy, a song for a long time! In today's Ruyan Liu Lake, the lake clouds are like a dream, and the lake waves are thicker than wine. At the foot of the mountain, vines and sleeves are dancing in the green belt. Peach leaves are small, Mochow is small, and there is a loanword population. What is the sin of romance? No honor, no shame, no blame. Zhou Lang is a young man and a big shot in Jiangdong. Eighty thousand troops flew torches, and the wind rolled the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The building collapsed, the flag was swept and the river was bleeding. In Xianyang in March, there is no such thing as fire. I miss him and mourn for him. I'll think about that song, and Tiger Account will talk about the rest. Gong Jin had a wonderful day, and the monarch said goodbye to his subjects. Wu and Shu are friends, Liu is boiling, and the old charm becomes a traitor. I still hate it. Qinhuai is suffocating every night. The above Zheng Xie's work Nian Nujiao *** 12.