Bai Juyi (772-846), whose courtesy name was Letian and nicknamed Xiangshan Jushi, was from Xiagui (now Weinan, Shaanxi). He became a Jinshi in the 16th year of Zhenyuan, and successively served as Zuo Shiyi, Donggong Zanshan official, Jiangzhou Sima, Hangzhou and Suzhou governor, and Taifu. Bai Juyi is a great realist poet. His poetry has a wide range of themes, diverse forms, and simple and popular language. The "Qin Zhongyin" and "New Yuefu" written by him dared to target the bad government of those in power, reflected the people's sufferings, and profoundly exposed social contradictions. He was also the main advocate of the New Yuefu movement in the mid-Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's narrative poems, such as "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" and "Pipa Song", are delicate in description, vivid and touching, have a unique artistic style, and have a wide influence. In the theory of poetry creation, he proposed that "articles are composed according to the time" and "poems are composed according to the situation".
Qijue·Dalin Temple Peach Blossoms
The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
Qijue · Song of the Dusk River
A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.
Ci·Recalling Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as orchids. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Wu Lv · Farewell to the ancient original grass
When the grass grows in the original place, it dries up and flourishes every year.
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and the love was full of farewell.
Yuefu · Pipa Tour
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye sadly when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, saying all the things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly rolled, wiped and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the spring water is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While meditating and plucking strings, I straighten my clothes and attract guests.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba often teaches talented people how to dress well and make up so that Qiu Niang is jealous of her.
When Wuling was young, he was struggling with his head, and there were countless red silk songs.
The head of the ink is shattered by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother joined the army and my aunt died.
There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Going back and forth to keep the boat empty at the mouth of the river, the moon is shining brightly around the boat and the river is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before.
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
I live near the Huanjiang River in a low-humidity place, and the Huanglu Bamboo Bamboo grows around my house.
In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk. The cuckoo sang and the blood ape screamed.
When the flowers on the spring river meet the autumn moon, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are hoarse and mocking and difficult to listen to.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The mournful sound is not like the forward sound, and the whole house weeps when hearing it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.
Qilu·Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, while new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.
Qilu·Ti Yueyang Tower
There is a lot of water under Yueyang City, and I can climb up to the dangerous building alone by the winding.
When the spring shore is green, it is even close to Mengze, and when the evening waves are red, it is close to Chang'an.
It’s hard for an ape to climb a tree and cry, and it’s hard for a wild goose to fly across the lake.
This place is worthy of painting, and it is a magnificent place for nobles to see.
Wugu·Guan Mowed Wheat
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Women carry baskets of food, and children carry pots of pulp.
Going with me to the salary field, the young man is in Nangang.
My feet are full of rustic heat, and my back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby on her back.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The Tian family lost all their taxes and picked this up to satisfy their hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry trees.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
Qijue·Drunk on the eleventh day and remember Yuanjiu
When we are drunk together, we break the sorrow of spring. When we are drunk, we break the flower branches and use them as wine chips.
I suddenly remembered my old friend Tianji, and planned to go to Liangzhou today.
Qijue·Zhizhong Shusheng
Your Excellency Silun's articles are quiet, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers are long.
Who is your companion when you sit alone at dusk? The crape myrtle versus the crape myrtle.
Ci·Recalling the South of the Yangtze River
When I recall the South of the Yangtze River, the most memorable one is Hangzhou: looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, looking at the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will I visit again?
Qijue · Lotus Picking Song
The rhombus leaves linger in the waves of the lotus and the wind blows,
A small boat passes through the depths of the lotus.
When the man wanted to speak, he lowered his head and smiled.
The jasper scratched his head and fell into the water.
Seven Ancients·Song of Everlasting Regret
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and thought of the country, and he could not get it from Yu Yu for many years.
There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.
Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising, and the king will not go to court early from now on.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all nobles, and they are poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.
The blue clouds enter from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the emperor can't see enough.
The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers, and the jade-winged gorse scratches his head.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.
The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rainy night.
The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and now he hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.
The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye.
The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.
At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.
To appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
The emptied air rushes like lightning, ascending to the sky and entering the earth to seek for everything.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.
There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance.
Knocking on the jade fan in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, he converted to teach Xiaoyu and reported double success.
Hearing that the emperor of the Han family was envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the bead foil silver screen meanders open.
The cloud bun is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when she comes out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an.
I only express my affection for old things, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.
But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
Ci·Sauvignon Blanc
Bian water flow, Si water flow,
flowing to Guazhou ancient ferry,
Wu Shan is a little sad.
I miss you for a long time, and I hate you for a long time.
The hate will not stop until I return home.
The moon is bright and people lean on the building.
Qijue·Tide
The early tide falls and the late tide comes,
There are sixty times a week in a month.
Not only does time come and go,
Hangzhou is driven by the tide as it ages.
Qijue·Climb the Guanyintai to look at the city
Thousands of houses are like Go games, and the twelve streets are like vegetable beds.
Looking into the distance and slightly entering the Chaohuo, there is a star with five doors to the west.
Qilu · Speech
Who can tell the difference between truth and falsehood? Is it true throughout the ages?
But if you love Zang Sheng and you can deceive the saint, do you know that Ning Zi can deceive him?
The glory of the grass camp is not fire, and the lotus dew is not a pearl!
If you don’t take the burnt wood and illuminate the vehicle, how can you lose the glory?
Yuefu · Gepu Lotus
I love the red lotus in Gepu,
I still see it yesterday.
The night wind blew it down,
I had to collect it once.
Although the flowers will bloom next year,
The sorrow of next year is still temporary.
Qi Jue·Gong Ci
After all the tears, the dream cannot come true, and the sound of singing is heard in the front hall late at night.
My beauty is cut off before I grow old, and I sit leaning against the smoked cage until dawn.
Qijue · Homesickness on the night of winter solstice in Handan
On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse,
the shadows in front of the knee-hugging lanterns accompany me.
I want to sit at home late at night,
I should also talk about people traveling far away.
Ci·Flowers are not flowers
Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist,
It comes at midnight and goes away at dawn.
It didn’t take long to arrive like a spring dream,
It was like a morning cloud with nowhere to go.
Yuefu·Jie Leshi
I was drawing green thread to embroider red flowers,
Suddenly I heard an oriole embroidering Cui'e.
I miss winter in autumn, worry in spring and hate hope in spring.
Most people are unhappy.
Qijue·Send sesame cakes with Yang Wanzhou
The sesame cakes are similar to those in Kyoto, with crispy noodles and a fragrant oil.
Assigning it to Ambassador Yang, who is hungry and slanderous, does it seem to be a supplement?
Qigu·Jiangnan Spring
The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak,
The east wind blows to a golden color.
It’s easy to wake up when you’re drunk on the street.
You can’t get rid of spring sorrow in your eyes.
Wulu: I haven’t seen Minister Han for a long time, so I sent him the title of the play in four rhymes
I know that Mr. Han Ge[1] has been neglecting me recently.
Huda dislikes sweet wine, so he laughs at poems.
I sing quietly on a moonlit night, when I am idle and drunk in the open flowers.
There are still worries in the same place, and the spring breeze fills the temples.
Yuefu·Langtaosha
The vast white waves are connected to the sea,
The vast flat sand is boundless.
At dusk and in the morning, I couldn't keep the treasure, so I turned the East China Sea into a mulberry field.
Yuefu·Langtaosha
The dust on the bottom of the sea will have its day.
The fossils on the mountain will not last forever.
Who said that a young man abandons his young wife?
Once the boat is gone, there is no return date.
Yuefu·Langtaosha
I would like to ask the river tide and sea water,
How are you like the love of a king and the heart of a concubine?
Having hatred is not as good as having faith.
When you miss each other, you realize that the sea is not deep.
Yuefu·Langtaosha
Thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake,
One person walks in the yellow plum rain.
I am worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach,
the sound of the wind turning the dark waves and the boats.
Yuefu·Langtaosha
Follow the waves to the end of the world,
There are still a few people who have moved to the west.
But I went to the imperial capital to regain wealth and honor.
Please don’t forget to wander through the sand.
Yuefu·Langtaosha
A puddle of sand comes and goes,
Each wave is destroyed and reborn.
There is no day off for each other to stir up troubles, and the East China Sea will be peaceful for a while.
Yuefu · It’s hard to say goodbye
Seeing off passers-by on the green poplar street,
A horse goes east and returns to look at the dust.
Unexpectedly, I shed all my red tears when I said goodbye.
There is nothing to change when I return.
Qilu·Nanhu Spring Morning
The wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the sun returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright.
The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.
The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed.
I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.
Wujue·Ask Liu Shijiu
New fermented wine from green ants, small red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, so can I have a drink!
Ci·Yan Taoyuan
The setting moon wakes up from the west window,
It’s a good time to hurry up.
The temples are relaxed,
A pair of autumn water condensed.
Sue you, sue you,
Don’t sort it out in the world.
Ci·Yan Taoyuan
Every day we have elegant trysts,
The more we fight, the more we kill.
After saying that, they parted ways for a while,
his eyebrows were furrowed.
Helpless, helpless,
Two hearts are always waiting.
Ci·Yan Taoyuan
I once visited Xiaohua Jingyuan,
It is unusual to see it.
I saw him but he still rested,
My sorrow was easily dispersed.
The intestines are broken, the intestines are broken,
Remember the hairpin and the messy temples.
Yuefu · Yangliu Branch
Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag,
Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun is setting.
Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled.
Thousands of trees are hanging down.
Yuefu · Willow Branches
In the small building with two willow branches,
The graceful and charming companion has been with the drunkard for many years.
After we are released tomorrow,
there will be no spring breeze in the world.
Yuefu · Willow Branches
Everyone sings Liuyao Water Tune,
White snow and plum blossoms blow everywhere.
Don't listen to the ancient songs and old songs.
Listen to the newly translated willow branches.
Yuefu · Willow Branches
There are different willow branches in front of me, and there is a sentence in the dream: "Spring ends and catkins fly". Answer again.
Liu Laochun, the sun is deep and setting,
Let him fly to other people's homes.
Who can learn more about children's play?
Looking for the spring breeze to catch willow flowers.
Yuefu · Willow Branch
People say that the willow leaves are like sad eyebrows,
and even more sad ones are like willow silk.
The willow silk pulls the broken heart,
There should be no continuation of the relationship.
Yuefu · Yangliu Branch
The little girl of the Su family was well-known in the past,
There is no love before the willow wind.
Peel off the strips and make a silver ring,
play the rolled leaves to make the sound of a jade flute.
Yuefu · Willow Branches
Suzhou willows are praised by everyone,
There are also Qiantang Shengguan children.
If you want to find Xiaoxiao in your passion,
The Su family is deep in the green poplar.
Yuefu · Willow Branches
There are four or five trees in front of Tao Ling's gate,
There are hundreds of thousands of them in Yafu camp.
How is it like the second month of the Eastern Capital City?
The golden branches reflect the Luoyang Bridge.
Yuefu · Willow Branch
The leaves are as thick as crying eyes,
The branches are like dancing waists in the breeze.
The small tree cannot help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding,
I beg you to leave two or three of them.
Yuefu · Willow Branch
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze,
tender as gold and soft as silk.
In the deserted garden at the south corner of Yongfeng,
Who does it belong to when no one belongs to it?
Yuefu · Willow Branches
A tree withers and remains in the soil,
Two forests bloom in the sky.
It is certain that in the future astronomy,
two stars will be added to the willow light.
Yuefu · Willow branches
Yiyi curl back to green,
Seduce the spring breeze with unlimited affection.
White snowflakes fluttered on the ground,
The green silk strips were weaker than the orioles.
Miscellaneous words·Yiqi Ling
Poetry,
beautiful and wonderful.
On a bright moonlit night, when the flowers are falling.
It can help laughter, but it can also hurt separation.
Calm down the resentment of metal and stone, chant the sorrow of ghosts and gods.
Only I can love you in the world, and only you know the world.
Since the captain bid farewell to Su Ju, he went to Sikong to see Bai Ci.
Ci·Recalling Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good,
I am familiar with the scenery. [1]
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.
When spring comes, the water on the river is as green as blue. [2]
I can’t forget Jiangnan.
Ci·Recalling Jiangnan
Recalling Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace.
A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves,
Wu and his wife dance together and get drunk with hibiscus,
We will meet again sooner or later.
Wulu·Zhezhici
The willows are dark in the long corridor, and the flowers are blooming in the deep courtyard.
The head is covered with brocade mattress, and the bright wrist is holding the silver cup.
The embroidered hat is thickly embellished with beads, and the fragrant shirt has narrow sleeves.
The general is leaning on his staff and looking at the branches.
Qijue·Bamboo Branches
The Badong boat sailed to Brazil,
The waves were full of wind and rain.
The cold flowers of Polygonum are rustling red,
The wet leaves of Gracilaria are green and desolate.
Qijue · Bamboo Branch
Whose family sings Bamboo Branch by the river?
The first sound is broken and the last sound is delayed.
Guilai's poems about bitter fate are bitter,
most of them are poems by Sima Tongzhou.
Qijue·Bamboo Branch
The water in Qutang Gorge is low in smoke,
The first month of Baidi City is to the west.
Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch,
The cold ape and the idle bird cried for a while.
Qi Jue · Bamboo Branch
Who are the bamboo branches complaining about?
At a quiet night, the mountain is empty and I can hear it again.
The barbarian boys and girls sang in unison,
Worried about killing the king who was sick in the south of the Yangtze River.
Qilu·Since Henan passed through Chaoshan Pass to prevent hunger...
I wrote about my thoughts and sent them to Fuliang's eldest brother Yu Qian, the seventh brother Wujiang and the fifteenth brother also expressed Fuli
>The brothers were separated in one place because of hope
It was a difficult time and the world was desolate, so the brothers were traveling in various places.
After the war, the countryside was deserted, and the bones and flesh were scattered on the road.
The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the roots are scattered into Jiuqiu Peng.
***When I look at the bright moon, I should shed tears. My heart will be in the same place all night long.
Qilu · Since the war in Henan, there has been a famine in the pass, and the brothers have been separated.
It was a difficult time, and the world was desolate, and the business was empty, and the brothers were traveling to the west and east.
After the war, the countryside was deserted, and the bones and flesh were scattered on the road.
The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the roots are scattered into Jiuqiu Peng.
***When I look at the bright moon, I should shed tears. My heart will be in the same place all night long.
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Tear Wet Luo Jin Meng If it doesn't work, there will be singing in the front hall late at night.
My beauty is cut off before I grow old, and I sit leaning against the smoked cage until dawn.
Wugu·Reading Deng Li's Poems
There are many collections of articles in Chenjia, and I occasionally picked up a volume.
I didn’t even look at the name, so I suspected it was a poem by Tao Qian.
Looking at his name, I know he is the king, and his pity makes me sad.
Poets are often troubled, and they have been sincerely so recently.
The beauty of Du Zimei in Jingzhao is still found.
Meng Haoran from Xiangyang also heard that his temples had become silk.
Sigh, the two of you are not as good as each other. Thirty is commoner.
The promotion failed, and the newlywed wife did not return.
The young man had no illness and died in Luqi.
God does not wish you longevity, but good writing and poetry.
Don’t repeat this principle, it cannot be deduced by chance.
Ji Yuanjiu has been working in Weicun since then
The rooster only sounds in the morning, and the bird shrinks its wings in the evening.
Day and night come and go, as fast as breathing in and out.
It’s not just about changing one’s appearance, but gradually feeling powerless.
Since I think about you because I think about you, I am forced by old age.
Although you are a young principal, you are haggard and relegated to the Southern Kingdom.
If they are not released for three years, the disease will destroy their color.
There is no grass and snow in the mountains, but there are sand and insects in the water.
I don’t know whether I am healthy or not. I get many books every other year.
I hope you will be less miserable and I will add more food.
Each one protects the body of gold and stone to comfort each other’s memories.
Wugu·Qiuxi
The leaves fall like rain, and the moonlight is as white as frost.
Lying alone late at night, who will dust the bed?
Wugu·Yeyu
I miss someone far away.
I feel something deep in my heart.
My hometown is far away, and I can’t help but look at it every day.
I can’t understand it deeply, and I don’t think about it every day.
In this dark night, I sleep alone in an empty hall.
Autumn has not yet dawned, and the wind and rain are coming.
If you don’t learn Toutu Dharma, how can you forget your previous thoughts?
Wugu·Qiuji
Gold and fire do not treat each other, changing in the cool rain.
There are cicadas left in the clear forest, and no swallows are left in the cold nest.
Thinking deeply, rolling up the long mat, and gathering the round fan with sadness.
There is no mud in the evening, and I am walking leisurely in the moss courtyard.
When the moon comes out, the anvil and pestle are moving, and every family is doing autumn exercises.
Being alone with a sick wife, you can’t take care of a needle and thread.
Winter clothes have not yet been made, and summer clothes are about to bloom.
Why welcome early autumn? A cup of chat to persuade oneself.
Wugu·Three Songs of Lao Lao
Looking into the clear mirror in the morning, both shapes and shadows are lonely.
The young man left me and his white hair fell off.
Everything is transformed gradually, and the gradual decline is invisible.
But I am afraid that my appearance in the mirror will make me look older today than yesterday.
When a person is young, he cannot grow happy.
Who knows the heart of heaven and earth? Qianling and Guihe.
I heard that a good doctor was called Bian Que in both modern and ancient times.
Every disease can be cured, but there is no old cure.
I have a handful of hair, which is thick and straight when combed.
It used to be like a dark cloud light, but now it is like plain silk.
There is an old mirror in the box. I sigh before I want to look at it.
Since my hair turned gray, I don’t want to wipe it off.
The crow’s head and crane’s neck are as long as ink.
A person’s hair on his temples must not be black forever.
The peach stones planted the year before last turned into flower trees this year.
The new baby last year is now a toddler this year.
But as things grow, I don’t realize that my body is declining.
What if you want to leave? The young man cannot be kept.
Because I wrote this book today, I sent it to my relatives.
If you don’t have fun in your prime, you should regret it all the time.
Wugu·Send brothers back to the snowy night
The sun is dark, the clouds are yellow, and the northeast wind is blowing.
When I returned from the south of the village, I said goodbye to my brothers.
Li Jin's eyes are still wet with tears, and his horse has not stopped neighing when he returns.
I want to sit in a room, but the sky is overcast and there is no moon.
The long fire of night is extinguished, and the rain condenses at the end of the year.
Loneliness is full of ashes, and snow is falling on the stairs.
The snow is painted with cold ashes, and the remaining lights are extinguished.
As gray as my heart, as white as my hair.
Everything is like this, and I feel extremely sad in an instant.
I sit down and forget about my thoughts, and turn my worries into Zen joy.
The method of cleansing the mind of a lifetime is designed just for tonight.
Wugu·Xizhong Early Spring
The snow in the Nanshan Mountains has not yet been exhausted, and the Yinling Mountains remain white.
The ice in Xijian has been sold, and the spring slip contains fresh green.
The east wind has come for a few days, and the sprouting grass is stirring.
If you have a latent knowledge of Yang and Gong, you will not waste a day in vain.
I love the warm weather, so come and brush the rocks by the stream.
As soon as I sit down, I forget to return home, and the birds tut at dusk.
The basil is separated by the mulberries and dates, reflecting the sunset of the fireworks.
When I came back and asked about the night meal, my family cooked buckwheat.
Wugu·Looking for flowers in a stream with a friend
I heard that there were flowers at the bottom of the stream, and I got the village wine.
I came to school late with you and was already falling behind.
There is a lingering regret in the wine table, and I look at the mouth of the empty stream with regret.
Remember that when we have beautiful hair, we will join hands together again.
My birthday is growing old, and spring is here every year.
As for the next year, do you know if you are healthy?
Wugu·Dengcun East Ancient Tomb
The upper and lower ancient tombs have paths for cattle and sheep.
Independence is the highest, and you can embrace it leisurely.
Looking back towards the village, I saw wild fields of grass.
The villagers don’t like flowers and grow a variety of chestnuts and dates.
Since I came to live in this village, I never thought the scenery was beautiful.
The flowers are few and the orioles are also sparse, and they grow old every spring.
Wugu·Dream of Xianggong Pei
Five years separated by life and death, one night the soul and dream came together.
In the dream, it was like the past, just like the Jinluan Palace.
It looks like golden purple, with a clear appearance of ice and jade.
Being diligent and caring for each other is the same as in life.
Now that I know it is a dream, I feel pity that the love has not ended yet.
Looking back on what happened at that time, what happened last night?
Learn the Dharma by yourself, and all the connections will become empty.
I am a gentleman now, and my chest is full of tears.
Wugu·Daytime Sleeping
Sit down and wear a white singlet, and wear a yellow grass gauze when you get up.
After washing up in the dining room, he walked down the steps.
The summer breeze changes slightly, and the days gradually increase.
The courtyard is quiet and overcast, and the birds are singing in the new-leafed trees.
Walking alone and lying alone, the summer scenery is not yet dark.
If you don’t sleep at noon, can you spend the whole day safely?
Wugu·Farewell Jane
Momo is sick and dazzled, and the stars are worried about the snow on his temples.
The muscles and bones are exhausted, but the shapes and shadows are still separated.
Zizhou is two thousand miles away, Jianmen is in May and June.
Is this when you are traveling far away? Fire clouds burn the stack.
He said the tears on the scarf were blood in the intestines.
If you want to return home early, don’t say farewell for a long time!
Wugu·Guanerxi
Honggong is seven or eight years old, and Qiwan is three or four years old.
Wash the dust and fight the grass, and have fun all day long.
There are long-term guests in the hall, and there are new silk hairs on the temples.
When I watch the bamboo circus show, I remember the time when I was a child.
Children are idle and playful, while elders are mostly sad.
When I think quietly about this and this, I don’t know who is the idiot.
Wugu·Sigh to Changsheng
The son of the Chang family in Xicun fell ill for a short while.
You visited me a few days ago, but today I suddenly died.
I was ill and had a lot of free time at that time, so I lived with him in the wild.
The garden is green and beautiful, and it is more than a few miles away.
There are no hospitable neighbors in the village, and the only people I meet are farmers.
No matter what the son is, he will still win without victory.
It’s over now, it’s a long journey!
Wugu · Send to Yuanjiu
I have been ill for four years, and my letters to relatives and friends have stopped.
If you have nothing to do with each other, you will know how late it is when you laugh at yourself.
Yuan Jun is in Jingchu, and the sun is far away.
Who is this person, whose heart is like a stone and cannot turn?
I am worried that I am poor and ill, so I wrote this letter with only words of advice:
The word above means less sorrow, and the word below means more food.
I pity you for being a relegated official, because you are poor and your family is poor.
Three pieces of food and clothing were sent, which resulted in a surplus of 200,000 yuan.
Is this greed for food and clothing? I feel your affection!
Thinking of the food in my mouth will warm your body.
Not because of long-term illness, not because of long life.
How do you know the depth of the love between relatives and friends throughout your life?
Wugu·Farewell with a mirror
People’s words are like the bright moon, but my Tao is better than the bright moon.
The bright moon is not unknown, it is missing twelve times a year.
How can it be as clear as water in a jade box?
When the moon breaks through the sky, the bright light never stops.
I feel ashamed to be old and ugly, with snow spots on my temples.
It is better to give it to a young man and take a look at his black hair.
Because you have gone thousands of miles away, I will say goodbye with this.
In the Five Ancients, there are no friends on the city during the Lunar New Year
The ancients cherished the shortness of the day and advised people to travel by candlelight.
In this far-off night, the bright moon fills the west building.
There are also bottles of wine, which are placed on top of the city.
If you don’t come in time, people and months will last forever.
The water smoke makes the waves white, and the skin becomes autumn-like.
The clear light is like this. If you are not drunk, you will be sad.
Wugu·Two poems about Jin Luanzi
A three-year-old girl who was weak and ill for forty years.
If you are not a man, you are better than nothing. A touch to comfort you.
Once I leave, my soul will be nowhere to be found.
When Kuang Nian passed away, he was vomiting and mute and was beginning to learn to speak.
I realized that the love of flesh and blood is a gathering of sorrows and sorrows.
Only thinking about the past can relieve the pain.
I have forgotten the day for a long time, and the cold and heat have changed three times.
I feel sad today because I met my old wet nurse.
I am father and son, eighty to sixty years old.
Suddenly disappeared again, spring came recently.
The form and quality are not real, and the energy gathers together to form the body.
Love is a delusion, and fate is a temporary relationship.
I am thinking that I have enlightenment, and I can use it to relieve my sorrow.
Being ashamed and seizing the truth from yourself does not mean forgetting your lover.
Five Absolutes: Pair of Wine
A life of one hundred years, totaling thirty thousand days.
What’s more, there is no one in the world who is a hundred years old.
The wise and foolish are scattered, and the noble and the humble are buried together.
The souls of Dongdai before and after, and the old and new bones of Beimang.
If you hear that the medicine is wrong again, it is a love of life-prolonging medicine.
There are also people who worry about the dead because of corrupt government affairs.
You will not grow old if you take wrong medicine, and worry about death is not due to illness.
Who is the most eloquent and knows what he has gained but not what he has lost?
How to meet relatives and friends and drink from this cup.
Be able to eliminate worries and worries, and be able to cultivate true nature.
That’s why people like Liu Ruan were drunk all year round.
Wugu·The rain returns to Weicun
The coldness of the Wei River is gradually falling, leaving the Pu barnyard seedlings.
I stood by the sand and watched people plowing reeds.
The scenery near the water is cold, clear and lonely.
The sunset is rising, and the wild thoughts are heavy and depressed.
The only way back from depression is that the village bridge is wet in the evening rain.
Wugu·Yu Huai
The sun on black heads has turned white, and the sun on white faces has turned dark.
Before death, change is final.
As the saying goes, nothing is more important than shape and color.
Once change occurs, it cannot be stopped.
Kang Bi is involved in external affairs, and he is always connected to the enemy.
Wugu·Welcoming friends to stay overnight
There are few guests in the village and the firewood gate cannot be opened due to the large number of guests.
Suddenly I heard carriages and horses arriving, thinking it was an old friend coming.
It is a stormy evening, and my heart is full of sorrow.
I hope you will stay together and enjoy the cup in your hand.
How many times in a hundred years can you laugh in life?
Wugu·Night View of Xiyuan
Flowers and chrysanthemums lead me to a leisurely walk on Xiyuan Road.
It turned out that there was no one there at night, so I was looking around while chatting.
There are fireworks in the south and empty tombs in the north.
The neighbors in the village are sparse, and those who are close are only a hundred steps away.
My hut is under it, lonely in the wind and sunset.
There is a withered canopy outside the door, and a cold rabbit lurks at the roots of the hedge.
The hometown of Bianshui River is in chaos.
I started to move home in recent years and live in this village.
There are five or six new houses and eighty-nine ancient locust trees.
It means that the body is declining and sick, and it is the place where one will grow old in this life.
Five Ancients·Sense of Mirror
The beauty said goodbye to me, leaving the mirror in the box.
Since the beauty of flowers has gone, there are no hibiscus in the autumn water.
The box has not been opened for many years, and is covered with red mothballs and bronze.
As soon as I wipe it off today, I will see my haggard appearance.
After taking the photo, I felt very melancholy, with double-coiled dragons on my back.
Wugu·Three poems about sick people in the village
The relatives are sick and spend the morning and evening leisurely.
The summer trees are just overcast, and the autumn orchids are already exposed.
The eggs in the nest the day before yesterday turned into chicks and flew away.
The insect in the cave yesterday transformed into a cicada and climbed up the tree.
There is no rest for four seasons, and nothing lasts for a while.
Only the patient's heart remains calm and alone.
In the new autumn, patients who have been ill for a long time start from the south of the village.
No one is seen all day long, and the sound of insects is everywhere in the grass.
The west wind blows the white dew, and the wild green autumn is still early.
The grass and trees are not yet hurt, but they are hurt in my arms first.
Beautiful face and mysterious hair, when will you be strong?
The situation is that I am worried about illness and cannot rely on old age.
Thirty acres of millet are planted, and the seedlings are getting bigger after the rain.
Twenty fields of sage are planted, and they are ready to be mowed in autumn.
Watch the millet for winter wine and leave the sage for spring vegetables.
There is nothing in the deserted village, waiting for it to grow old.
The huts are repaired to prepare for rain, and the browns are replenished to prevent the cold years.
You know how long your illness lasts, and you can plan for the next year.