New Year's Eve
Don't be reluctant to be like others when you are old.
Only by measuring the wall can we know the value of evening.
I want to delay the emergency scene with a faint light. I have made up my mind to grab the fire for the next spring.
So I still know that I am ashamed of being prosperous and new.
Xu Jingyuan sent poems in Kunming because it was rainy in the mountains.
It has been sunny on the third day of the New Year's Day, and the rustling rain came.
It's hard to ask how humble the house is, and it's hard to describe the sorrow in my chest.
Old swimming seeks high pillows, new books seek short ones.
Come out of the lonely pavilion in the mountain city and know that you should be like me at this time.
Notes: There are clouds in the poem, and it is raining in the lonely pavilion in the mountain city.
Sit at night
There is a clear sound in the wind bamboo, such as a faint light covering the heart.
Tonight I will dream who will live forever, and I will be imprisoned in Wanshan.
You can't fly without poetry, but you invade in many ways.
It is the hardest thing to wake up alone since ancient times.
Yuan Yun, a poet, speaks for himself. My poem is alive, and it will fly away if it is not caught. Nanqi calligraphy must be in the material.
Watch fireflies in the new year.
Surrounded by mountains, there are too few places in spring.
Spring should be disdainful, and the new sudden is summer.
The sunset red peak spits yin, and the color is like a hug.
When ink loses its thickness, the moon loses its light.
Fireflies produce hay without candles to keep the mysterious thread.
I'm just a little lonely, but I can't take pictures by myself.
The end of the rice is small, and the light protects the world.
Liu Hui flew on a raft in men's clothes.
From the depths of the night, into the depths of the night.
In my hundred years, I have been like a ghost.
I don't know what car I'm driving, but I'm afraid of falling.
Distinguish the diameter and strive for the light of the heart, and the wind is quiet.
Number two is as big as a moth.
God has seen MengMeng, and the future is uncertain.
Dongshan is still a long time before the moon rises.
Anxiety; worry
Worry comes from poetry as protection, and knowing worry is poetry.
Sorrow is better than no poetry. I'd rather not write poetry without sorrow.
Feel uncomfortable at night
Gradually, the afterglow is hidden in the mountains, and the crow is still envious of the feather.
The moonlight is not weak, and the running water is far away.
There is no need for two words to be redundant, and patience and peace are also difficult.
Jiangnan still has a good heart, stay in the spring and wait for me.
Brush and inkstone
I slept in my dream yesterday, and it was cloudy in spring.
Trouble is everywhere, and pleasure is everywhere.
The guest banquet throws charcoal on the ice and talks about cooking sand for a long time.
The pen and inkstone are still drivable, and the aunt's face should be smeared with traces of time.
Newspaper reading
I can trust you to change your mind for peace. I can divide the corner into Mayuan Mountain.
Try to think that the liver and intestines are forbidden and the lips and teeth are irrelevant.
The dust accumulated in the world will eventually escape, and the stubbornness of asking for directions is filled with stones.
I hope the young man's head will turn white, but in the end, don't alienate yourself.
Five short poems
The days are long, so I feel sleepy after taking a nap.
The horn is still ringing, and the rest of the dream is awake.
Five short poems
In the hot sun at the beginning of Ting Dynasty, the breeze occasionally passes by.
At this point, Qiu Si slept rustling.
Five short poems
The sunset went away and the sky hung over the village.
I just sit and lie down, and I get dizzy in the morning and evening.
Five short poems
The imperial court is influenced by the moon, and there is no moon.
The frog in the pavilion became a market, and the fireflies were dedicated to the night.
Five short poems
It is difficult to find a safe way.
Except for rumors, night cherishes the rest of the day.
Sitting in the mountain village at night
Who will melt the glue when it sticks and wait for the light brochure to be thrown away temporarily?
There are not many books in my heart, it is difficult to take pictures, and the night is deep in the world.
In January, it was still dim, and the Hundred Insects Bath Lotion suddenly became noisy.
Eyebrows interfere with hats, and it is a shame to continue to laugh.
Notes: An anthology of Yuan Zaju, in which Yuan Huai sang a crescent moon with water in Jinmen, watching the bright moon from a distance, and smashing Chu Tianqing.
Sleepless in the mountains
Sleeping like a wine debt is unusual, and sorrows and joys will be forgotten without a plan.
Life and death are exhausting, and living in an empty world promotes a long night.
Frogs cry, rain invites the sky to listen, insects cry, and autumn hangs on the moon.
And the amount of dripping water from the eaves, leading to sleep and trouble.
Eliminate anxiety
Forget everything and only return to the unruly horse.
It is difficult to walk out of Qingtian Avenue and miss the Yangtze River day and night.
I used to worry about what I heard, but now I am speechless with worry.
Words are inexhaustible, and everything rises and falls in the chest.
According to the liver and intestines, it is definitely like a city fox and mouse hiding from society.
If you want to vomit in your throat, you can't, and you can't know what it is.
A sigh is better than a deep piano sound, and there is no sound on the strings.
I am the only one who worries about poetry.
The poem says a lot, and scratching the boots is also fake.
Laugh at the fish show instead of tea and wine.
Drinking tea in the valley, Liu rebuked Du for his heavy drinking.
Wine without food is really scarce. If tea meets cheese, it is not a slave.
In fact, the food is partial to meat, and half a bass is disappointed.
Tao wins and fattens, so it's not vulgar.
Notes: Song's barnyard grass notes said that Gu was just a tea drinker and stopped recording. Liu Jian said that he was just two drunkards.
A cool night in the cottage
Solitary fireflies hide light in bamboo, and frost accumulates on the night after rain.
Tell us in detail that autumn heart worms build by laying bricks or stones and wind leaves float in the corridor.
I don't get tired of seeing you for months. I might as well live there.
If you don't know, when the stars fly, you will get lost.
Meteors are like melon clouds, and look at the chronicles of the later Han Dynasty.
One step later
The water in the wild pond floats slowly, and the dust in the ancient road spins the horse's head.
When the breeze wears away the summer heat, you can be white and fertile.
Going out is a stone obstacle, and the sunset is endless.
It's better to go home. It's tiring to lean against a tall building.
Xu Zhong's Huai River Water and Where the Sunset is about to Set are full of sorrow at present and now.
Mid-autumn night shift
Make up the celadon and turn it into a jade plate, and brew a new cold in late autumn night.
I don't know where to do it well, but I can only look at it by the moon.
Mid-autumn night shift
Don't be cold for no reason after the cups and plates last night.
If you have to go home by the wind, the poor mountain Leng Yue is for people to see.
Mid-autumn night shift
In the dry countryside, you care about the guests, and you can rely on the empty courtyard to resist the gentle cold.
Zhangzhou team tonight, watch it twice a month.
Even book
No help, no breath, every word is charming.
Mu Zhi became gloomy and melancholy, but he knew that Qiu Lai was in a bad mood.
Even book
Liu Zhang's waterscape is full of vitality, unlike the human mind.
I wish this heart were more flowing than water. It has no heart or lungs.
Note: Zhang Ji and Liu Yu.
Even book
The joy of a guest is like boiling water splashing ice.
Even if the solution is slightly frozen, it will thicken with the wind.
The crimson book comes to the clouds, and the three-year-old woman learns books. When she saw the word "Li Peng", she said.
Wu Ying is like a mother, An Ru Weng, and the word "coming to the moon" can actually pass.
Only then did I know that Zuo Jia praised a charming girl, not counting the ugly children of the Liu family.
Original title: A crimson book comes to the clouds, and a three-year-old woman studies books. See the word "Li Peng" and say this February blind date. Happy memories Yan Chenggong [Yan prodigy's face is ugly]
Zhao once forgot to ask a poem about his childhood story and learned from it.
Open the book, don't worry about anything, but there are a lot of coconuts in my heart.
Show people how to lie on a high pillow and travel as my secretary.
If you are not drunk, you would rather forgive. What if you forget your old age?
Give Xie Gengsheng a poem of shame.
Original title: Zhao occasionally forgot to ask a poem about the reasons why he was a child, and gave it to Yan as an example so that you could study in your account.
1On the evening of October 6th, I received a letter from an old friend in Beiping.
Looking back at Xuannan's feet, I was disappointed. The book swallowed words and worms.
There is a crescent moon on every side. When can I find flowers again?
Autumn chrysanthemum and cymbidium should be planted, and cuckoo cranes have no home.
When I was mad at my heart, I gradually lost my talents and benefited the temple.
Yan moushi's manuscript
A staff sergeant closed the door and suddenly found a middle-aged man.
It is rare to stick to the sun, and the end can be filled with a pen.
Shear center is a drop, and it rushes to Wanwang Spring.
Fadong Lake is there, and Xijiang River assists in stabbing the boat.
shoulder pain
No one sent half an arm, and Beijing opera is admirable.
So there was the Shu Ren wind, and my shoulders were like vinegar.
There are not many sighs in spring, and the old shape has been shocked.
Because according to the wind, Gan Xin is not equal to this number.
It's like eating plum sour, and your teeth are soft and want to bite.
Anger makes the scholar cold, while emotion makes the girl jealous.
It's good to drink wind, and vinegar is exchanged for three liters.
Did I recite a poem on my shoulder and accidentally make a mistake?
You don't have to ask your neighbors. I hope the wind will catch you.
Why does the cloud forget its troubles and is in harmony?
[Remarks]:1more than 940 years