Under the leaves, Jiang Bolian, the autumn moon shines on the clouds and rests on the mountain. ?
Qiu Si cannot be cut with the autumn wind belt. ?
The autumn wind is already cold, and the Millennium is shocking. ?
Monks are broad-haired, their bows are hanging like wood, and their swords are hot in the clouds.
2. The second rhyme, Zhan Chuncai (Huang Tingjian)
In the north, spring vegetables are eating ice and snow, and Yan Wen is thinking about picking ferns in Nanshan.
Leek seedling water cake is put by aunt, and bitter vegetable yellow chicken soup is slippery.
Its color is purple, its head is white, and it is sweet and spicy in the bud of Artemisia selengensis.
Add raw rice to the soup and turn it into a hand. Coat with ginger and oranges.
Thunder bacteria lay eggs with thousands of nails, and white geese cut turtles.
Langjisen doesn't float, soft boiled and fragrant simmered.
Ten thousand yuan is the prime minister's business, and a meal is our party's.
The masses are like bitter bamboo shoots, and the blue can be taken off tomorrow.
3. End of year (land travel)
The official calendar between cases is more joyful, and Luo Fang's sideburns are smart and cold-resistant.
Sift spicy wine, dyed red silk and green clusters of spring vegetables.
If you don't feel the pressure of the remaining years, you will still think about it and laugh at it.
Too many children are crazy about me, but even if the countryside is ugly, they try to see it.
4. Nian Nujiao (Liu Kezhuang)
I forgot in my dream that I have retired, and the grass is still hidden. Wen can't, extravagant and extravagant, Wu is safe, and can fight and defend. Bald as a gourd, spicy as ginger, weak as a willow. If there is no place to stay, it is better to go back to the top of the mountain. At the end of the year, the muscles are weak and the empty flowers are dazzling. Repair three or more before the guest is released, and wait for Liu Jun to stay. Or rush, or rush to Korea, or shout for yourself. A neat article, smoking with wine when reading.
5. Shuidiao Song (Li)
Status to the public auxiliary, old age. A few people are beautiful and famous. Pine and cypress grow sturdily, ginger and cinnamon are getting hotter and autumn is full. You don't change the core. Say Wuyi, the same month, Rui Sanxian. Although the public is behind, the grandeur is extraordinary before the light. Continue to get Ziyang pulse, but give up the cause of Xishan and take a boat to Sichuan. Drinking Huanghuating for three thousand years.
6. Yaotai Yue Quan Wine (Qiu Chuji)
Float above fame and fortune. Sighing about the past and the present, leisurely turning people upside down. The vast universe contains more or less wisdom. Work hard, covet, fight for death and run around all day. Look at the black rabbit, my life experience. A hundred years old, a spring sleep. Waste money. If you smell of alcohol, you will get drunk. Help the four big chats. Distinguish between ten thousand and ten thousand and discuss wealth. Visiting from time to time, the Taoist priest goes out of the valley. The play is full of effects and high in content. Smooth and spicy, delicious in the cup. Open your arms and forget your troubles. Relieve their anger and discourage them. Distant cause Song Qinghao River, continuous years old.
7. Spring cuisine (Su Shi)
Vines have leaves, and leek buds are like ferns.
The rotten fragrant white fish is fat, and the broken Artemisia annua cool cake is slippery.
After drinking, I slept in early spring, which was fragrant and spicy.
Chen Yin chamomile is not resistant to draining water, so draw piles of plates and wipe them with your hands.
The cold in the north is not over yet, and the snow is like armor.
Is it as if I am rich in winter vegetables and frosty leaves show cold teeth?
The bitter bamboo shoot finless porpoise said: it is still a matter of detail to throw away kudzu for a long time.
Be sure to return to the illegal road next year, and don't wait for your teeth to shake off.
8. Newly brewed cinnamon wine (Su Shi)
Stir-fried incense was sifted into the bottle basin, and Ang Xichun was muddy by the rain.
Organize the casket of the Hill Tibetan Society and greet the bright moon to Fang Zun.
The wine has been distributed to the students, and the food is still owed to the landlord.
Unfortunately, the rotten boiled sunflower soup was poured into osmanthus.