Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. The reception dishes in the harvest year are very rich. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared between willows and flowers. With the approach of social day, flutes and drums can be heard everywhere to greet the gods, and the simple ancient customs still remain. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with a cane.
2. "Show it to children"
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
I know I have nothing after I die, but I feel very sad that I can't see the reunification of the country. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family sacrifice when the army of the Song Dynasty recovered the lost land in the Central Plains!
3. "Business Department Operator Yongmei"
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.
4. "Five Dissatisfied Books, Part I"
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
I didn't know things were so difficult when I was young. Looking north at the Central Plains, the heroic spirit of recovering the homeland is as strong as a mountain. I remember beating up the nomads from Guazhou and releasing warships on a snowy night. The autumn wind swept Ma Benteng, recovering the good news of the big three passes. I had hoped for the Great Wall in Wan Li in those days, but now my sideburns are white, and all this is empty talk. A model really lives up to her reputation. Who, like Zhuge Liang, tried his best to lead the three armies into the Han Dynasty and set the northern Central Plains?
5. Reading on a Winter Night.
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
The ancients spared no effort in learning knowledge, worked hard when they were young, and achieved nothing when they were old. After all, the knowledge gained from books is not perfect. To thoroughly understand and learn knowledge, you must practice it yourself.
6. "Complaining about love, when Wan Li finds a marquis"
Recalling that year, in order to find opportunities to make contributions, I went to Liangzhou, the border guard, alone. Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou!
Back then, in order to make contributions to Wan Li, I went to the border to defend Liangzhou alone. Nowadays, the military life of guarding the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, and I don't know where I am when I wake up. Only once worn mink is covered with dust and becomes black and old. Although the Hu people have not been eliminated, their temples are as white as autumn frost, and they can only let the tears of worrying about the country flow in vain. Who would have expected that my heart would always be in the front line of the enemy, but people died of old age in Cangzhou!
7. "Chai Feng Red Crisp Hands"
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
In your rosy, crisp and greasy hands, hold a cup full of yellow wine. The city is full of spring scenery, but you are as far away as the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, blowing the joy so thin. Full of sadness, life is bleak after leaving for a few years. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring remains the same, but people are haggard and emaciated. Tears washed away the rouge on my face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms were blown off by the wind and sprinkled on cold ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
8. The First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
In recent years, human feelings are as thin as gauze (in recent years, the attention to the world/officialdom is as thin as a veil). Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, tomorrow morning, someone will sell apricot flowers in a deep alley. Spread out a small piece of paper, leisurely scribble cursive script, and carefully boil water to make tea and skim the foam in front of the window at the beginning of light rain, and taste famous tea. Don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to my hometown by Yinshanjing Lake during the Qingming Festival.
9, "Early Summer Jueju"
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.
It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
In spring, all the blooming flowers wither and turn to dust, and summer comes with the singing of cuckoo. Sang Ma was planted on both sides of the endless road, only then did I know that I was in a peaceful world.
10, "Plum blossom quatrains, Part I"
The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
It is said that the plum blossoms on the mountain are blooming against the morning breeze. From a distance, the plum trees on the surrounding mountains are like piles of snow. Is there any way to turn yourself into hundreds of millions of numbers? Let every plum tree have a Land Rover in front of it.
1 1, two poems by Shen Yuan
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
The painting on the lower corner of the setting sun sounds like sorrow, and the Shen Garden is no longer the original pavilion. The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful figure here.
Guan Shanyue 13
In the fifteenth year of Herong's reign, the general did not fight empty borders.
Zhu dances heavily, but the horse is fat and the bow is broken.
Garrison Diao Dou urged the moon to set and joined the army at the age of 30.
Who knows that a strong man's heart is in the flute, and the sand head is empty.
The Central Plains had heard of war in ancient times, and no descendants were against Hu Chuan.
The adherents endured death and looked forward to recovery, and shed tears tonight.
It's been fifteen years since the imperial edict made peace with the Jin people. It's ridiculous that the generals stationed in the frontier for nothing without fighting. The rich and powerful government indulges in feasting and dancing all day, the horses in the shed are obese and die of old age, and the idle bows and arrows in the ordnance factory are rotten. Diao Dou, who reported the watchtower, urged the moon to go down. I joined the army at the age of 30 and now I have white hair.
Who can hear the soldier's voice from the sound of Qiang flute? The afterglow of the falling moon reflects the bones of recruiters on the battlefield. The Central Plains has been in constant wars since ancient times. Now only Jin people can carry on the family line here? Adherents endure death, drag out an ignoble existence and expect to recover lost ground. I don't know how many people are looking at the moon wheel with tears tonight!
13, "Plum blossom quatrains, next part"
The valley is farther north, and flowers bloom late every year.
Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
A plum blossom grows in a shady valley, and its branches extend northward, so there is little sunshine all year round, so it always blooms late every year. But do you know its noble integrity and elegant manners? You know, when it vomits, it is the coldest winter season covered with snow and ice!
14, Living in Early Summer
Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path.
When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.
The new crop of bamboo shoots has matured, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom.
Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.
Lakes and mountains are my home, and the path is faint under the shade of Sophora japonica. When the lake overflows, egrets are dancing, grass is singing and frogs are everywhere. The bamboo shoots of the new crop have matured, but the brush flowers have just begun to bloom. When we met, we never met. Who mentioned it before we dreamed of having tea at noon?
15, "Queqiao Hua Xian Deng Zongbo"
Lanterns are flying and carved saddles are shooting. Who remembers the heroic behavior of that year?
Half of the drinkers take Hou as their title and fish by the river alone.
The canoe is eight feet long and has three eaves and a low canopy, which is why it is rainy and foggy in Pingzhou.
Jinghuyuan belongs to idle people, so why give it to him?
In those days, I was addicted to the games on the gorgeous lampstand, riding a good horse to hunt and shoot. Who remembers my brave military life? Those who drank and had fun together in those years are now crowned Marquis and knighted, and only we are fishermen living in seclusion by the river. The canoe is more than eight feet long and supported by three low awnings, enjoying the waterside scenery covered with apple grass alone in the misty rain. Jinghu originally belongs to an idle person like me. Why do you have to give it "officially"?
16, "partridge day, living in the faint smoke and falling flowers"
I live in a smoky room, and the dust doesn't matter.
Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll up the "Huang Ting" and lie down to see the mountain.
If you are greedy and arrogant, you might as well make jokes everywhere.
Yuan knows that his creative heart is different, but he is as old as a hero.
My family lives in a misty country with the setting sun, which has nothing to do with everything in the world. After drinking jade, I walked through the bamboo forest; After seeing Huang Ting, I lay down and enjoyed the beautiful scenery in the mountains. What I covet is arbitrary indulgence, contempt for secular life, letting myself grow old in this unrestrained life, and not interfering with my happiness everywhere. I already know that God has another heart, that is, to let heroes grow old, just like ordinary people.
17, "Queqiao Fairy, One Pole and One Romantic Moon"
A romantic experience, a misty rain, living in Diaoyutai West.
Fish sellers are afraid of being near the city gate, but they are willing to go deep into the world of mortals?
Tidal physiology, beach mooring, tidal rise and fall.
When people mistake Yan Guang for Yan Guang, I am an unknown fisherman.
Fishing in the wind and the moon, wearing hemp fiber in the smoke and rain, and living in the west of the fishing platform. Selling fish is afraid of approaching the gate to dye the world of mortals; What's more, go deep into the world of mortals? Tidy up the oars at high tide, stop the boat and tie the cable at ordinary times, make a living by fishing, and go home full of fish songs at low tide. At that time, everyone thought I was a hermit like Yan Guang, but in fact, I was just a fisherman who was not for fame and fortune.
18, Five Poems by Mao Yi
Dragon Boat Festival is coming, and the red pomegranate flowers are full of mountain villages.
The poet ate two dumplings, and the executive was on the mugwort.
I'm still busy taking medicine and prescriptions, trying to get sick safely this year.
After this, it was time for the sun to set, and the family was ready to eat and drink. He drank the wine happily.
The Dragon Boat Festival is here, and the flaming pomegranate blossoms are all over the mountain village. The poet ate a jiaozi with two horns, and mugwort was inserted in the crown. I am busy storing medicine and preparing prescriptions to make myself safe and disease-free this year. After all this, it was already sunset, his family had already prepared tables and drinks, and he began to drink happily.
19, Disease Book
Sick and sick, the hat on his head seems to be very wide, and he is a lonely guest on the Chengdu River thousands of miles away.
Although the status is low, I never forget to worry about national affairs, but if I want to realize the ideal of reunification, I can only make a final conclusion after death.
I hope the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country, and the people in the north will wait day and night for the emperor to recover lost territory.
The loyalty spirit of Wang Zhu Ge Kongming's famous book "The Songs of Chu Shi Biao" will remain immortal, so we should read it carefully in the middle of the night.
The sick body was so weak and emaciated that the brim of the gauze hat was loose and could not be reused, so she had to live by the Chengdu River across from Wan Li. Although my position is low, I never dare to forget to worry about national affairs. Even if things have been agreed, I can't draw a complete conclusion until there is no result. I hope the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country, and the people in the north look forward to the monarch's personal expedition day and night to recover the lost rivers and mountains. Zhu Gekongming's masterpiece "A Teacher's Example" has a lasting loyalty, and it is difficult to sleep at night. Let's read it carefully.
20. "Queqiaoxian smells azaleas at night"
The eaves are quiet, the window lights are dim, and the Spring Festival Evening is stormy. The warbler's nest is always silent, but on a moonlit night, she often cries out Du Yu.
I shed tears in a hurry, dreaming, and picked up the deep branches to fly away. So, the mountain is uncomfortable, half-life, floating!
In late spring, overlooking the river, it is stormy. In the thatched cottage, the candlelight flickered and no one said anything. Even the oriole in the forest stopped singing, and the cuckoo, in the moonlight, moaned alone. The crow is getting farther and farther away, with a deep shadow, waking up my dream and making people want to cry. For half a century, I'm a freak. I wander on the lonely road, thinking about the cuckoo in my hometown and the scenery in my hometown, which makes me unbearable.