"Six Absolute Strolls During Illness"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yue Ke
No illness for one year, no official duties, one illness and ten days for Yanju .
Since it is disgusting to eat vegetarian food, it is possible to solve the multiplication and division of Zhuzi.
"Four Poems for a Walk in the West Garden of Xinqing"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli
Long rain makes people stay away from home, but Xinqing calls me to the West Garden .
To know the depth and depth of spring, try to see how big a green plum is.
"Morning Walk"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zheng Qingzhi
Ruan Hong sold all his fortune and fame, and Xing went to Hushan to take a second trip.
Thousands of horses beat against the embankment, the spring waves rise, and a turtle exposes the dawn peaks.
It is completely quiet when sleeping and eating among the guests, and the pine trees and bamboos are full of energy after snow.
As a monk, there is nothing left, but a pair of cranes to report the cold weather.
"Two Poems by Xu'an Li Gaoshi and Tong Xing"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Bai Yuchan
The old locust trees are green and tender, the wheat is green and the barley is yellow .
The swallow has given birth to its young and the oriole has gone, and the fallen flower does not care about the busy bees and butterflies.
"Bitter Rain and Happy Morning, Take an Early Walk"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Ai Xingfu
The house in Jili Mountain has been closed for a long time, and the green moss patterns are broken by treading in the early morning.
The pond has grown three feet taller due to the rain, and the flowers have become thinner due to the spring cold.
The moon is full of moonlight and the bamboo dew is blowing, and the wind across the stream is thinning the pine clouds.
Recently, my livelihood comes from random circumstances, and I work on half an acre of wasteland by myself.
"A Walk in Jiangcun"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Cao Yanyue
The trees have fallen into boundless places, but there is still no way to kill them all.
The sand escapes to welcome the distant view, and the wind is slightly colder.
The pastoral area is high and low, and the fishing season is far away from the suburbs.
Outside the hut with a bamboo fence, the door can be scrutinized when it is closed.
"Winter Clear Walk"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Jie
The wind is strong at night, and the yellow leaves are deep when going out.
The frost shines brightly on the moon, and the snow moves the Yanglin.
Children's colors are warm in winter, and they are at peace with their parents.
On this day for a hundred years, I will take advantage of my health to find many sutras.
"A Walk in the Autumn Mountains"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Gao Zhu
The clear sandy road is softer than dust, and the new-looking mango shoes are even more pleasant.
Who knows that autumn mountains are not suitable for visitors, but spring is better in many places with sweet-scented osmanthus.
"A Spring Dawn Walk"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Ge Shaoti
There are so many books at dawn that I can’t see anything at all, so I start pushing books to find some leisure time.
The spring breeze brings forth strange lights, not among the flowers and willows in Yancun.
"Walking on the Hidden Lake with Huang Yin"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Sheng Lie
The duck's head is warm and the river is clear, and the long embankment is happy Walk slowly.
At the end of the red spring, Taibaijiu is looking for an alliance.
When people are indifferent to each other, their sentences become clearer to Xiao Xian.
The pelican calls out from the forest, and the short canopy returns with the setting sun.
"Xinqing Walk"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yao Mian
The clear dawn is refreshing and refreshing, and you can find comfort in the quiet.
The grass butterflies are sticking to the dew, and the wind is dancing on the filaments.
Zhu Jing heard the neighbor's words, and Lin was busy playing chess.
There is no partner for the purpose, only the oriole knows it on the pond.
"Walking in the Back Garden"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zeng Feng
Do not release the books when going out on business, and after dinner, walk in the back garden.
The swallow has just returned and recognizes its master, and the bamboo king has given birth to a grandson before he is old.
King Yao wept with tears and resentment, and looked forward to the emperor's cry of injustice.
There are two public cases, old and new, one based on poetic rhythm and redress.