1. Poems about Youjing
Poems about Youjing 1. Poems about Youjing
Qianxing Author: Zhu Youyoujinghebi On the side, there is no way for the creepers to move.
This life is full of hardships, and I am afraid of being exposed when I go out. Returning to live in Mengshan late, it is like Shang Yanbu.
Take advantage of the wilting flowers in spring, and let the new year bloom slowly. If you send this message to a person with a sincere heart, your beautiful face may not be the reason.
Inscribed on the landscape shoji for the cultivators of Xiaoxi, the author is: Mr. Zhang Guan Xiaoxi. Those who live in Leshan build their houses near the stream, which is quite elegant. When you open a pavilion, you can see the water but not the mountains, but you can see the scenery in the picture.
Gao Zhai's plain pen hangs in the breeze, as if he were sitting under the forest cliff. The peaks are galloping like horses, and the green trees and plain fields are facing each other.
Layers of pavilions suddenly come from the sky, and flying springs pour from the peaks. The clouds in the middle of the mountain are white and the peaks are white, and the valley is full of clouds and rocks.
There are few pedestrians on the wild bridge at sunset, and there are few people who know the flowers on the quiet path. I live leisurely in Xiaoxi and have lots of free time during the day. I sit here and can't let go of this picture.
I have regained my ability to eat in my life, and I have to work on the hoe and plow in the spring. The short straw raincoat is plowing in the morning and the clouds are rising above the sky; the long straw raincoat falls down beside the book at night.
Sometimes the gulls come back to see the gulls, and the whales suck the fermented grains of spring. When climbing a mountain, you might as well put on your clogs and bring wine with you to the commune.
Every time I come to the pond to learn about the birds, I still know how to treat the guests. When I was drunk, I was invited to write a long novel, but I am too old to write.
Covering bamboos to find secluded paths, carrying pots and taking advantage of small boats.
Miscellaneous flowers are scattered on both sides of the bank, and clumps of trees cover the two hills. The rising sun and golden waves are chaotic, the breeze is clear and the mist is clearing.
Coming here increases generosity, and laughter spreads all over the place. The wild old men passed each other leisurely, and the fishermen congratulated themselves.
The beautiful flowers are falling, the flowers are fragrant in the evening, and there are long sentences about happiness and joy. I forget my chance and watch the gulls. At that time, I met a celery picker to talk about the autumn in my hometown.
The green shadow invades the chess game, and the clear light shines in the wine pot. The drunkenness is deep and lingering, and the righteousness heals the preparation.
The old Confucian scholar and official are cold, but the disciples who are promoted are excellent. Time bullies short hair, frost falls and fur is secretly conquered.
The painted kites are about to leave, and the Liju horses are still singing. The willow tree lingers on the horse's head, and the sail comes out of the river.
Don’t think about following the waves of smoke, hanging on the tower. The mountains are dim and the clouds are gone, and the birds are in love with each other at dusk in the forest.
Tonight, the moon is shining brightly and illuminating the sky. The collection of Mid-Autumn West Lake Society is divided into rhymes with one hundred rhymes. Author: Yu Chunxi Baiyue Qinglian Society, literary stars gather in Kui from far away.
Chang Geng autumn reflects the osmanthus, and Taiyi blooms with quinoa at night. The color of the mountains is three sets of purple, and the peak shape is nine low.
A Taurus must meet a girl, and the deer will not be confused. The Ming sage relies on the talented man, and the clear light appreciates Yi's wife.
Zhanying passed down Taishi, and asked Wang Ni about it. The tiger view is high and auspicious, and the bright hall is covered with cloth.
Min and Wu Tong sent elephants, while Han and Wei forgot their hooves. Turn back the crotch to lift the cow's ear, and lift the musk deer's navel with Liu Fang.
The horse is praised in the altar, and the chicken is called out in the clouds. Scholars wear silver tubes, and friends wear hairpins with jade hairpins.
The green robe looks beautiful, and the beads and shoes are also tidy. Everyone who boarded the immortal boat climbed up the moon ladder.
When the banquet is full of rainbows, the writing becomes fascinating. Dole's poems are connected with Ying, but they are lazy and resemble Ji.
The empty mountain knows the world, and the secluded path cannot be broken. The people's words are astonishing, but the fairy has not yet transformed into a corpse.
Sparse madness hates the whites of the eyes, and Shen Yan hates the shape of the eyes. The sword box is returned to the generals, and the poem bag is taken off Xiao Xi.
The book will be burned with stone and inkstone, and the medicine will be burned with knife and inkstone. The moon palace recruits people, and Yao Tian suddenly dreams of plowing.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Baojing is sleeping and uncovering the golden shield. Let the bird fly, and cut off the sun across the sky.
The sky is open and the sky is vast, and the water is crowding out the water. The first meeting was joyful, but the reunion turned miserable.
The art world chats and competes with each other, but the imperial road fears Geli. Teda Luo Zhang jade, dust next to the Zeng Qi.
If you are willing to come, you will not be in trouble. The fighting throws away the tillers, and the clouds fly away.
The situation is sarcastic and we wish to deepen our friendship. Then I attached myself to Chai Feng Ji, and I was ashamed to be the Chi Ze Salamander.
Leaving the strict household with ease, singing and boiling. The competition for inviting guests on a boat was transformed into a car carrying a mouse.
Furong is mixed with Xue Li, and Xiao Ai is mixed with red catkins. In the east, the eyebrows are colorful, and in the west, the teeth are beautiful.
The mantle pavilion comes with feather clothes, and the osmanthus boat is hidden in the fragrance. The jade pots are made of red bean curds, and the carvings are made of green deer meat.
Pull silk and lotus root juice to make delicious orange juice. There is more than enough grain in the cup, and the dagger of Chang Zhai enters the bamboo basket.
The auspicious winds are blowing, and auspicious things are happening. Shang Zhu burned the bamboo basket and handed it over, while Xi Ci broke the arrow and smashed it.
The banquets are still cut off, and the banquets are blown several times. The three great disasters are away from the Buddha, and the king is blessed with five blessings.
There is no sky for Fei Yujue, and there is room to store space. The smoke from the tea stove remains in the pool, and the fire in the kitchen shines brightly.
The wild rice is fragrant and green, and the celery is cold to the green mud. Enjoy the Yipu delicacies, and hope to pass on the art of Zhi.
The wind pierced Qiyu and the waves shattered the glass. The water plants are scattered and the clouds are green, and the reeds are cold and the rain is blowing.
The golden pond is covered with flying shades, and the embroidered roads are purple and whispy. Drunkards are shouting for pheasants, and fishermen are cleverly setting their traps.
I can hear the white horse in the distant river, and the yellow lily can be seen across the leaves. The fishing market is crowded with people, and the villagers miss Bo River.
The bridge and carriages welcome the moss and the piers are filled with flowers. The knight-errant praises Yin Le, and the graceful lady collects Xiang Grate.
When the lotus dries up, I feel sad about being covered, and Yang Lao sighs that he is born. The orchid paddle leans against the golden sand, and the flower gate carries green sleeves.
Laughing at Chen Qingyu’s case, we all took pictures of the white copper tantan. The colorful candles melt into the pearls and phoenixes, and the red flowers embrace the rhinoceros.
Children peek at wild bamboos and play with pears in the garden. When it comes to more adjustments, the team is divided into teams, and the reins are half leaning on the horse.
The master still follows the rules and slanders each other when he is young and arrogant. Langge Mingzhudai, deep rocks answer drums.
Youtan stopped singing Buddhist songs, and the smoke trees suddenly cried. Turning around the clear and empty mansion, the light contains peaches and plums.
The brilliant light conceals the toad and the rabbit, and the bright light conceals the rabbit. The heavy dew sinks into Danguo, and the rope moves to embrace the red silk.
I slept in my dreams at midnight, and fell into a coma at midnight. The algae are blooming, and the front is cold and the pelicans are naked.
The mysterious pearl is thrown into the red water, and every trace of it surges up and is lifted up. Jipu is covered with frost, and the high pavilion is covered with snow.
Cranes are released in the solitary mountain, and the deer park is frightened. The elms are white and golden at dawn, and the maples are blue and green {Yu Yi}.
The night light is still in knots, and the flowing fire is resurrected. The slanting Han leans towards the secluded Nagisa, and the cool clouds lock the green boudoir.
Yun came to the stage as a concubine, and E'e shadowed herself in the water. They all took advantage of Luan tricks and sold Sui Ni in their spare time.
The people in Jinxin are cut apart, who can do it under the threat of the moon? The rhyme was borrowed from Wu Xian's score, and the singer composed the title.
Every family is beautiful on the east wall, remembering the Southern Qi Dynasty. The thoughts of cutting down trees are chattering, and the weaving of sweet potatoes is funny.
Yayi studied under Du Fu and was about to force Changli. Laughing is the way, knowing that the hero is not the stream.
I like the new hair blade, but it is difficult to solve the problem of wearing many thorns. If you tie a good fish and throw it into the water, you will escape and become a gnat.
I prefer to pick calamus, and I like the eclectic taste. If you don’t know the truth, you will come in with eyebrows raised, and if you have doubts, you will stay behind closed doors.
The gods are in harmony with each other, but the leaves are still in the dark. Qi and shoulder differences merge, and the poems are completed and the hands criticize each other.
If you dare to climb a dragon and flutter your wings, you will be ashamed to kill a horse and run wildly. When you are tired of wandering, you can sing about fatigue, and when you are tired, you can sing simply.
If you are a friend, you can avoid it, but God will help you. It's just haze disease, why is it so lucky?
Accumulating incense and receiving rice happily, attacking jade and collecting {stones}. There are gulls and herons in the water, and turtles and turtles in the mountains.
Returning to the forest, there are stone teeth, but the grass is luxuriant. Looking back, I compete for the upper hand with pity, and the flying god plans to ascend to the throne.
The alliance between Shaowei and Wei has been decided, and he is hiding in the west of the Great Lakes. Tongzou Shitong tells the story of the Dukes' visit to the former site of Changchun Palace (four poems). Author: Wang Zhiduan lives in the spare time of writing and writing, and the scenery of the suburbs is harmonious.
Yuan and the other gentlemen wandered out of Chongyong. The rugged and clear stream is blocked, and the winding and secluded path leads to it.
The grass is green and the flowers are red. The wild scenery of the forest was a bit poor, so the Yuren Palace was built.
The sound of the luan and the sheng will never be heard, and the racing wheels will never come again. The foundation of the text is peeled off from the ruined site, and the curtains are shed from the corridor.
Because of the sorrow of the past, the people looked forward to hope. ¤ Zhongzhao made an appointment to visit Tiantai Yandang next year. He first presented his Xiaoyao clothes to Mr. Zhang. Author: Wang Shucheng. Fan Sheng made an appointment to go to Cuiwei, where he went to Tiantai Yandang.
The crane feathers in the mountains fell into the fairy cloak, and the autumn wind gave me a free and easy coat. Clothes are used for leisurely travels, and songs are used to reward misty sentences.
The river sails sailed east and west yesterday, and the cave was dimly covered in smoke trees. Zhang Gong rode a donkey out of Mingbo, and the green hills burst out into a fairy house.
The secluded paths are confusing, and the cliffs are as dangerous as jade. In seven days, chaos begins, and a thousand years separate the world.
A deep orifice hanging gracefully.
2. Poems describing quiet paths
It’s not worth spending the night in Zhangzi
Author: Huangfu Zhang
Occasionally I pass you by the bright moon Home, no one has fallen flowers on the quiet path.
The sapphire case is littered with books, and there are still fireflies hanging on the window screens.
Jinling Huaiba Chaos
Author: Wang Mian
The broken walls, secluded paths and green grass, the garden there is like the old Beijing.
The sea air may cause rain on the back of the mountain, and the river tide will not reach Stone City.
No one said anything about the hero, and the situation was illuminated by the setting sun.
Looking back, I have endless thoughts, the water and wind make the willows make autumn sounds.
What I saw at Yuhuatai
Author: Tang Xianzu
The clouds are overcast in spring, and the sky is bright and clear.
Take this outing and feel more youthful and rejuvenated.
After knowing the goddess of heaven, it is like leaving flowers in the rain.
It is appropriate to smile into the incense stand and walk out of the quiet path with a frown.
Migrating to the extreme misty sky, wandering around and enjoying the beauty of flowers.
The butterflies rise with fright, and the orioles condense in thoughts.
Beautiful eyes are waiting for you, but your weak waist can be relied upon.
The sun is still bright when you look at it, and the words of the spring breeze are hard to tell.
There is no time limit for carrying greenery, youth is a gift.
Holding Xiang Huixiang in front of it is a sign of promise and expectation.
How to violate the jade tassel and strike the golden chime with deep love.
The rhyme of He Laiyun Master
Author: King Shen Xian of the Ming Dynasty
The quiet path cuts off the traces, and the floating map faces the distant peak.
The frozen green swamps and the snow-covered old green pines.
The lecture was given under two trees, and the face appeared in a thousand lights.
The sky is filled with rain and flowers, and the door is sealed with white clouds.
Poems about Immortals (two poems)
Author: Luo Qi
The secluded path leads to the top of Chicheng, and there are nine Usnea songs.
Thousands of forests are noisy with medicine pestles, and tea smoke rises from the peak.
The deep sinus leads to the sea, and the layers of rocks and trees hide the sky.
Carrying the lute to the ape and crane, the same kind of Yufengtian.
Visit Nengren Temple
Author: Jin Dache
Fallen leaves obscure the secluded path, and hanging vines lock the broken walls.
The clear stream is deep and the herons are bathing, and the old trees are singing apes during the day.
The sea air is in front of the courtyard, and the sky is filled with rain.
Sit down in Qingfanyong and hear no noise all day long.
Feng Hezi makes an appointment to live in the suburbs in summer
Author: Huangfu Zhang
The hot sun returns from the miasma ridge, and a new path is opened in the bamboo forest.
There is no heat in June in Nanzhong. I still remember the Yazhai facing the snow-capped mountains.
3. Poems containing secluded paths
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
The beautiful peaks change everywhere, and the quiet paths are lonely and confusing.
1. The graceful and secluded path is deep
Song Dynasty
Li Fu
"Visiting the Hermit Duan Ting"
2. The shadows are deep and the secluded paths are newly formed by bamboos
Song Dynasty
Shi Yanshou
"Poems of Living in the Mountains"
3. The secluded paths are deep Cong
Song Dynasty
Shi Zhiyuan
"Two Poems on the Solitary Mountain"
4. The path is deep and the moon is deep
Song dynasty
Shi Zhiyuan
"Dwelling in seclusion"
5. The grass is deep and the path is broken
Song dynasty
>Wang Yan
"Two poems sent by Noji to visit Congzhou but failed"
6. Walking deep in the secluded path and forgetting to return
Song Dynasty
Yang Wanli
"Ten Poems about the Cold Eclipse Bringing the Scholars to Zhai De Garden"
4. Poems describing quiet paths
Night Pass in Zhang The Son Is Not Worthy Author: Huangfu Chang occasionally follows the bright moon as he passes by Jun's house, and no one falls on the quiet path.
The sapphire case is littered with books, and there are still fireflies hanging on the window screens. Jinling Huaiba Chaos was written by Wang Mian. The broken walls, secluded paths, green grass, and the gardens there are like the old capital.
The sea air may cause rain on the back of the mountain, and the river tide will not reach Stone City. No one said anything about the hero, and the situation was illuminated by the setting sun.
Looking back, I have endless thoughts, the water and wind make the willows make autumn sounds. What I Saw at Yuhuatai Author: Tang Xianzu The spring clouds are overcast and the sky is bright and clear.
Take this outing and feel more youthful and rejuvenated. After knowing the goddess of heaven, it’s like flowers are left after the rain.
It is appropriate to smile into the incense stand and walk out of the quiet path with a frown. Migrate to the extreme misty sky, wandering around to enjoy the beauty of flowers.
The butterflies rise with fright, and the thoughts flow and the orioles condense. Beautiful eyes are waiting for you, but your weak waist is safe.
The sun is still bright when you look at it, and the words of the spring breeze are hard to tell. There is no time limit for carrying green trees, youth is a gift.
Holding Xiang Huixiang in front of it is a sign of promise. How to violate the jade tassel and strike the golden chime with deep love.
Author of "He Lazy Cloud Master Rhyme": King Shen Xian of the Ming Dynasty has a quiet path that cuts off his whereabouts, and the floating map faces the distant peaks. The icy green swamps are frozen, and the snowy old green pines are there.
The lecture was given under two trees, and the face appeared in a thousand lights. The sky is filled with rain and flowers, and the door is sealed with white clouds.
Poems on Traveling to Immortals (Two Poems) Author: Luo Qi's secluded path to Chicheng Peak, Usnea Nine Songs. Thousands of forests are noisy with medicine pestles, and tea smoke rises from the peak.
The deep sinus leads to the sea, and the layers of rocks and trees hide the sky. Carrying the harp with him, he goes to the ape and crane, and they are of the same kind in the jade peak field.
Author of You Nengren Temple: The fallen leaves of the golden cart obscure the secluded path, and the hanging vines lock the broken walls. The stream is deep and clear, the egrets are bathing, and the old trees are singing apes during the day.
The sea air is in front of the courtyard, and the sky is filled with rain. Sit down in Qingfanyong and don't hear any noise all day long.
Feng Hezi made an appointment to live in the suburbs in the summer. Author: Huangfu The scorching sun returned from the miasma ridge, and a new path opened among the bamboo forests. There is no heat in June in Nanzhong. I still remember the Yazhai facing the snow-capped mountains.
5. What are the poems containing the word "secluded path"
1. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, The early sunshine shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
2. "Yu Zhonghao" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
The small garden is quiet and quiet, with sparse fences and winding paths imitating a mountain home. When the day is long, I sing "Fengliuzi", and suddenly I hear the sound of catalpa tree and blue gauze.
Add bamboo and stone, accompanied by haze. I plan to soothe my years with a bottle of wine. Stop complaining about the flesh in your hair now, and work hard to plant flowers in the spring.
3. "Poppy" Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan
The field is small with sparse fences and winding paths. The cloud trees bloom at dawn. The weather is cold and the mountains are beautiful. When a bell rings in the wild, a solitary bird is sent off.
Put on your clothes and ride your horse to find the pavilion. It is better to drink when you are sad. Wild cattails and sleeping ducks occupy Pitang. Even if they were startled by passers-by, they would get married again.
4. "Pu Lian" Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan
The new bamboo shakes the green leaves. The winding paths lead to deep and winding paths. The summer fruits are fresh and crisp, the golden pills fall, and the birds are frightened. Thick mist of grass. Frogs are making noise. Showers ring in the pond.
The water pavilion is small. The duckweeds are broken, and the shadows on the curtains and flower eaves are upside down. Lun towel feather fan, sleeping in the north window at dawn. Wu Shan dreamed of arriving on the screen. Awakened. Still in Jiangbiao.
5. "Drunk Peach Garden" Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan
The old calamus leaves are lying on the sand. Lin Liusu Xiaojia. The winding path of the painting is like an autumn snake. Jin Yingchui reveals her beauty.
Burn the honey torch and attract the lotus baby. The aroma of wine makes your face glow. Come back again and the sun will set in the west. Leaning against the door and listening to the dusk crows.
6. Poems describing the quiet paths in the forest
1. "Travel to the Mountains in Lushan"
Song Dynasty: Mei Yaochen
Suitable Love the wildness, thousands of mountains high and low again.
The beautiful peaks change everywhere, and the quiet paths are lonely and confusing.
When the frost falls, the bear rises up the tree, and the deer drinks from the stream in the empty forest.
Where are they? There was a sound of chicken outside the clouds.
2. "People who pass by Husi Mountain in Zhongnan Mountain stay and buy wine"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
At dusk from the foot of Bishan Mountain, the mountain moon follows people back home.
Looking at the path you came from, you can see the green and green scenery.
Together with the Tian family, childishness blossoms.
Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes.
Have a rest while chatting and drinking wine.
The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse.
I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance.
3. "Nian Nujiao·Broken Rainbow Jiyu"
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
On August 17, I walked from Yong'an Tower with other students and passed Zhang Kuanfu Waiting for the moon in the garden.
Occasionally there is famous wine, because the guests are drunk with gold lotus. A guest was Sun Yanli, who was good at playing the flute.
Use the pen to compose long and short sentences in Yuefu style, without adding punctuation to the text.
The broken rainbow and the falling rain clear the autumn sky, and the mountains are dyed with fresh green.
The osmanthus shadows are scattered, who can tell me that the brightness of this evening is not enough?
Thousands of miles of blue sky, where is Chang'e, riding this round of jade.
The cold light is scattered, but for whom does it shine brightly?
When I was young, I followed you on a journey. It was cool in the evening and you walked along the secluded path, surrounded by the lush trees in the garden.
***The golden lotus pours down, the family is thousands of miles away, it is rare to respect each other and belong to each other.
Throughout my life, I lived in the south and north of the Yangtze River, and my favorite music was the bagpipe.
Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray frost bamboo.
4. "Two Poems about Begonias in My Hometown in Spring"
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The begonias are blooming in my hometown today, and I dreamed of Jiangxi's brocade.
Everything is spring and people are old alone. After a year, Yan will return.
It is as green as the day, and the colors are flying back and forth when you want to fall.
If you don’t have that scenery, you can’t have a meal, so you can send poems to attract the Cuiqiong cup.
Bamboo-side pavilions and waterside pavilions, don’t want anyone to follow you, just walk alone.
The wicker branches have no strength in the sudden warmth, and the shadows of the flowers are not clear in the clear sky.
After a rainy day, countless new birds came to the quiet path and heard their happy voices.
All I owe is the green gauze and red meat reflecting the red color, and two years of cold food will cost me my husband.
5 "Five Odes of Xun Gongyuan·Bitter Bamboo Bridge"
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
The dangerous bridge is a secluded path, winding through the sparse forest.
The bursting of flowers divides the bitter festivals, and the gentle and humble embrace.
Look down at the trickling stream and listen to the singing of Xiao Xiao.
On the smoky day under the lake, the mountain birds sing mockingly.
Forgive me that there is no need to use it, but there is more shade to live in.
7. Ancient poems describing secluded paths
Qianxing Author: Zhu You
How can the secluded path be sideways, the creeping grass has no path.
Inscribed on the landscape shoji for the cultivators of Xiaoxi, the author: Zhang Wan
There are few people walking on the wild bridge at sunset, and there are few people who know the flowers blooming on the quiet path.
Talking to Master Zou about the visit of the Dukes to the former site of Changchun Palace (four poems) Author: Wang Zhi
The rugged and clear stream is blocked, but the winding and secluded path leads to it.
The author of Jinling Huaiba Chaos: Wang Mian
The broken walls, secluded paths and green grass, the gardens there are like old Beijing.
What I Saw at Yuhuatai Author: Tang Xianzu
It is appropriate to enter the incense platform with a smile and walk out of the quiet path with a frown.
A message to Xu Wuran during his illness. Author: Mou Yan
After farewell, we travel together and often fall asleep. Who can find the secluded path of the Jiang family?
The rhyme of He Lazy Cloud Master: King Shen Xian of the Ming Dynasty
The quiet path cuts off the traces, and the floating map faces the distant peak.
8. What are the poems that contain "secluded path"
1. "Inscribed on the Zen Garden Behind Poshan Temple" Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. 2. "Yu Zhonghao" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's small garden is quiet and quiet, with sparse hedges and winding paths imitating a mountain home.
After chanting the romantic song for a long time, I suddenly heard the sound of catalpa tree and blue gauze. Add bamboo and stone, accompanied by haze.
I plan to spend my time with a bottle of wine. Stop complaining about the flesh in your hair now, and work hard to plant flowers in the spring.
3. "Poppy Poppies" Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan There are sparse fences and winding paths in Tianjiaxiao. The cloud trees bloom at dawn.
The weather is cold and the mountains are beautiful. When a bell rings in the wild, a solitary bird is sent off.
Put on your clothes and ride your horse to find the pavilion. It is better to drink when you are sad.
Wild cattails and ducks occupy the pond. Even if they were startled by passers-by, they would get married again.
4. "The Lotus Separating the Pupu" Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan The new bamboo sways the green leaves. The winding paths lead to deep and winding paths.
The summer fruits are fresh and crisp, the golden pills fall, and the birds are frightened. Thick mist of grass.
Frogs are making noise. Showers ring in the pond.
The water pavilion is small. The duckweeds are broken, and the shadows on the curtains and flower eaves are upside down.
Lun turban feather fan, sleeping in the north window at dawn. Wu Shan dreamed of arriving on the screen.
Awakening. Still in Jiangbiao.
5. "Drunken Peach Garden" Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan The old calamus leaves are lying on the sand. Lin Liusu Xiaojia.
The winding path of the painting is like an autumn snake. Jin Yingchui reveals her beauty.
Burn the honey torch and attract the lotus baby. The aroma of wine makes your face glow.
The sun will set in the west again. Leaning against the door and listening to the dusk crows.