Selected poems of Wang Anshi
Word: The fisherman of South Xiangzi in Huanxi was proud of the Bodhisattva Xia, Guizhixiang, and in the autumn, he led the Bodhisattva Xia to hurt Zhong Yong.
Poems: Qu Ershu, Mr. Hu Yin, Bi Yuan, Riqi, boarding Feilaifeng, Guazhou, Xue Zhaoming, gambling on plum blossom poems, losing a Spring Festival Evening in Beishan Gexi to show Chang 'an Jun.
-
Huanxisha
A hundred acres of atrium is half covered with moss, and the white water in front of the door is lingering. How many people can come to Aixian?
The cloister in the small courtyard is quiet in spring, and there are two or three apricot trees in Shantaoxi. For who? For who?
Nanxiangzi
Since ancient times, the empire has flourished. This is a dream for 400 years. It's sad. Kim's clothes are ancient dust.
Swim around the water and try your best to go upstairs. Mo Wen, a former leisure gentleman, turned around and the Yangtze River flowed freely outside the sill.
Yujiaao
The small bridge on the flat river bank is surrounded by thousands of flowers and plants. There are some windows in the hut. Before the dust comes, there will always be a spring breeze to clean it.
Sleeping in the afternoon is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow. It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today. I am greedy for dreams, but I forget Handan Road.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
A few huts are idle by the water, and light shirts and short hats are hung on the willow branches. What dynasty is it today? Look at the redundant stone bridge.
But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night. What's the most important? One or two orioles.
Chinese cinnamon
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng.
Sailing towards the sunset, leaning against the west wind and leaning against the wine flag.
The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and feel sad and hateful.
Throughout the ages, depending on the level, share weal and woe. The past of the Six Dynasties flows with the water, cold smoke and green grass.
Today, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.
Qian Qiu Suiyin
Don't pavilion cold anvil, lonely city painting angle, a school of autumn sound into the boundless.
Oriental geese walk from the sea, while southern geese fall into the sand.
Typhoon Zhu, just like yesterday.
Helpless bound by some fame and fortune! Helpless by it!
Unfortunately, romance is always idle! At the beginning,
Now you've missed my date with Qin Lou. The dream has stopped. When you wake up, think again.
Bodhisattvas choose poems from different poets to form a poem.
Begonia hair is always close to the water and the moon comes first. Do you know what the flowers here look like? The cool moon turns white one after another, and the fragrant wind smells from the other side.
The yellow bird is close, and the sound on the other side is corresponding. Sit on the raspberry moss and have a glass of red wine.
Book Lake, Yinxian County, Bi Sheng
Grass eaves are long and quiet without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
The first day of the lunar month
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
chess
Don't disturb the truth with drama, you can win with me.
After the war, the two battlements were black and white, and there was no loss in World War I.
Dengfeilai peak
Fly to the top of Chihiro Tower, hear the cock crow and the sun rise.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Berthing Guazhou
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Spring night
The golden stove is full of lingering fragrance, and the breeze is cold.
Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing.
Beishan
Beishan lost its green color and went straight to the pond.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
Ge xiyi
The moon is in a daze, and Yi Deng shines on the autumn bed.
Feel the wind and dew early when you are sick, and I don't know how long the mountains and rivers are.
I feel generous when I am old, but I feel sad when I look at the world.
Cicada is even more confusing to pedestrians' ears, holding semi-yellow sparse tung leaves.
Show it often.
It is not easy for teenagers to leave, but it is a pity to meet again when they are old.
Fur cups and plates are for laughter, and dim light is for life.
Three years of self-pity for the lake and the sea, a thousand miles in the dust and sand.
I want to know when the later period is, and I want to see Yan Nanzheng when I deliver the book.
Late steps in Zhongshan
Light rain, light wind, fallen English flowers, as thin as snow and as flat as sand. Jiangcun Road, Park Hedgehog Bamboo House, when I saw Yicheng selling restaurants.
Chinese plum
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.