Yu Guangzhong
Spring reminds me.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry, is nine years old.
Pick mulberry leaves to catch dragonflies.
(You can go back from Keelung Port)
South of the Yangtze river
Xiao du de Jiang nan
Jiangnan in Su Xiaoxiao's Works
Then I thought of the lake with many lotus flowers and many ling.
A lake rich in crabs, a Jiangnan rich in lakes.
The Small Battlefield between King Wu and King Yue
That war was beautiful enough.
The history of escape
The missing fan Li
It's missing from the wine flag
(It takes three hours by plane from Songshan)
Emperor Qianlong's Jiangnan
In spring, I think of weeping willows everywhere.
Jiangnan, think of
A fishing port near Taihu Lake reminds me of it.
So many cousins, walking on the ground of Liu.
I can only marry one of them! )
Walking through Liu Di, many cousins.
Let Yi Lao go.
Any old man, in Jiangnan.
(Jiangnan, spray clouds for three hours)
Even if we meet, they won't accompany me.
Accompany me to pick lotus and ling.
Even if we meet, we should meet in Jiangnan.
In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and spring rain
In Xinghua village in Jiangnan
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? )
Where is my mother?
Easter, it's my mother who won't be resurrected.
A little girl in Jiangnan became a mother.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother is calling me, at Yuantong Temple.
Call me on this side of the channel.
Call me across the channel.
Shout, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan
There are many temples and pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River.
There are many kites in Jiangnan.
Jiangnan, in the bell
south of the Yangtze River
(Standing in Keelung Port, thinking-thinking.
I can't go back if I want to)
Jiangnan with many swallows
Looking for Li Bai
Author: Yu Guangzhong
-drinking crazy songs and living empty.
Who is the hero who becomes strong and stubborn?
Those proud boots are still in Gao Lishi's ashamed and resentful hands, but people are gone.
Place refugees and wounded soldiers everywhere.
Practice the rhythm of Huma and Qiangdi
Leave it to Toure to lament carefully.
Since that year, he has been fascinated by Zhang Zhi.
Recognizing you as a fallen fairy makes you more pretentious.
Put a spell on a small hip flask.
Hide yourself, even your wife can't find you.
Complain that Chang' an is small and the pot is long.
In all the poems, you predicted.
It will suddenly run away, maybe tomorrow.
Only when the ship breaks the waves is the wind.
Make enemies like a forest, everyone wants to kill.
How can cirrhosis kill you?
Wine enters the intestines, and seven points enter the moonlight.
The remaining three points into a firm but gentle roar.
Embroidered mouth spit, half a prosperous Tang Dynasty.
From Kaiyuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang
The noise of a car riding a crown running all over the road
Not as good as a song you wrote a thousand years later.
Crystal quatrains tapped me on the forehead.
Echo caused by local bombs
Enough to degrade the world.
It would be embarrassing to let Yelang go again.
So far, your birthplace is still a mystery.
Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Broken Leaf City?
Why don't you go back to your hometown?
Where are you drunk? You said it was not a foreign country.
Missing is the only fate of genius.
Where will you go after death?
Apes don't cry, but Toure also advises you not to cry.
As soon as I turned around, I was bald under the prison window.
Seven immortals and five friends can't save you.
Kuangshan was locked in the fog and there was no way to get in.
The fire is completely half a grain of cinnabar.
How to chase the rosy clouds in Nie Ge's tea?
The moon in the bottle, maybe that's your hometown.
Have you been looking up at it all your life?
Whether you go out to cry west or east.
Chang 'an has fallen.
Twenty-four Wan Li's return trip
There is no need to disturb Dapeng or recruit cranes.
Throw the glass into the air.
It spins into a flying saucer
The mysterious gegenschein is getting faster and faster.
Take you back to the legend
Prince of Qin
Yu Guangzhong
A bright cold light, a Deng Yongqiang.
The ice blade is on an upright copper column.
It has penetrated three inches and is still shaking.
Mrs. Xu's poisonous dagger
A green hill was drained by Tian Guang.
Quenched by the blood of Van Yuqi.
The prince's ashamed and resentful eyes.
A wisp of blood disappears? ... but doomed not to drink
The blood of the bee-eyed tyrant made the six countries celebrate.
Can only be hung on the pillars of Xianyang Palace.
Like a sad mirror, it shines.
The widowed man was panting and his sleeves were broken.
Still use a long sword, a drop, assassins hate blood.
According to the assassin, he leaned against the column and sat in the basket.
Broken left leg, defeat, feat
The prince's tears flowed in the air, drop by drop.
Xiao Tongsen was cold and failed to live up to the ferry.
Dressed silently in the wind, like frost and snow.
How many people shed tears in his generous interpretation?
How many people's beards are in a mess?
Several people pressed their swords in the direction of the sunset.
Open your eyes and lie, crack the box, and you can hold Xianyang?
Look at this box, the decapitation of the desperate general.
It broke in vain, and my eyes opened again.
Qin Wuyang no one can watch this scene.
Look back, YouZi in trembling.
A map with medicine bags scattered, half open and half rolled.
Half the nerve sleeves are covered.
Before that time, Qin De is like water.
The black symbol of victory fluttered in the downwind.
Look at him, leaning helplessly against the copper pillar.
Blood gushed from the wound.
In this life, well, I can't go back to Yan City.
And the brothers who killed the dog were drunk and sad.
Leaving only one name that glows.
Burn the lips of the six countries.
The hero of the world, who will save him?
Zhong Yong is still learning the book sword.
Long Zhun is still drunk in the market.
Who would have thought that it was these two teenagers who violated the custom?
When did Bobby Chen make friends with Guangwu?
It's been three years since I died, and I hate that Korean son very much.
When will we find the sniper Lux?
120 Jin of Dazhui is split with a wave of his hand.
Not as good as the tyrant's crown.
Bolangsha, it is still unclear.
The old man in brown is waiting on the bridge.
The shoe kicked under the bridge, and Sun Tzu's art of war was in my arms.
It is said that one day under the starry sky, chess is everywhere.
After a long and gloomy night.
The winner's chess became the loser's chess.
The cocks outside the customs are waiting.
The first development department is under the banner of black face.
Break out brilliantly
Look at that dagger inserted obliquely on the copper pillar.
Still flashing the mirror of history.
Vaguely, there is the shadow of Chu Bing Qian Ju.
In the cries of the six countries, soon
We should also collect weapons with the people.
Cast into twelve silent golden men
Prophecy will never be said again.
Reading history
North Island
Hostility in plum blossom riots
Guard the darkness carved by the sword of noon
The revolution began the next morning.
Widows' grievances are like wolves crossing the tundra.
The ancestors retreated because of the prophecy.
A river where beliefs and desires are hotly debated.
There is no end, only a whirlpool hermit.
Experience the silence of another meditation.
Climb the throne and watch the sunset.
When civilization and flute are floating in the empty valley
Season stands on the ruins.
The fruit climbed over the wall to catch up with tomorrow.
Drink with Li He.
love
Shipo
Tianjin
The autumn rain suddenly froze in mid-air.
At this time, I saw the window for the first time.
A guest rode a donkey from Chang 'an.
Carrying a cloth bag
Horrible images
A poem before people arrived.
As the cold rain falls.
I heard it again through the glass.
Xi's tinkling of the sun.
Oh! What a thin scholar!
dermic
Like a delicate wolf hair
Your big blue shirt, fluttering in the wind.
Surging thousands of waves
Chew spiced broad beans
Chew quatrains. Jueju jueju
In your warm eyes
Wen has a pot of newly brewed carved flowers.
From the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty was clear.
Final injection
My little wine glass
I want to put your favorite song, Seven Wonders.
Stuff it into the jar.
Shake it and you will see the clouds rise.
Words are drunk and slippery.
When the urn breaks, your skin will break into pieces.
In the wilderness, there is a hidden smell.
wail like ghosts and howl like wolves—set up wild shrieks and howls
Wolves howl for thousands of miles.
Please come and sit down. I want to drink with you.
From the darkest night in history
Neither you nor I are idle people.
How can you worry about not getting into 300 Tang poems?
What kind of official is Li Lang in the Nine Grades?
It doesn't matter.
When you're drunk.
Spit poetry on the giant's jade steps
Drink, drink.
The moon tonight may not be suitable for us.
This eternal party is bright.
I want to write an obscure poem for you in the dark.
If you don't understand, let them not understand.
Do not understand; don't understand; ignorant of
Why do we laugh at each other after reading it?
Li Houzhu
all sorts of flowers
Distant and clear person
A thin autumn in 997.
Full of expressions and wine
I can't sleep at all, guilty.
Loyal tears float on the lake.
The boat in the dream is like an old song.
Miss the wasted years
Smoke of debt
The trauma of lovelorn love
The decline of a country
Oh, the late master
The shadow of the forest is faint and the sun is setting.
The railing you touched.
Has become a detail or pearl of a poem.
You cut the wine and sleeves with a knife.
And use the light of the small window
The wind of burning bamboo forest and the ambition of literati
At the same time, I also blew a romantic witch.
Dream of the king of Chu
Zhang Zao
I want to connect a person's past dreams.
Clouds shared by raindrops.
My heart will beat in the same confusion
Palace is like spring leaves, wine is like fish.
Let the drinker raise my hand, too
Touch the pulse, breathe the clouds in the empty pavilion.
My dream is to dream of another dream.
Ganoderma lucidum on dead wood, with silk around its waist.
Moths in the west spy on the truth of the sunset.
They just said goodbye to that secluded place. They must have seen it, too.
The one who kept calling my name in a low voice.
That may fly or fly.
An empty address that gives people a broken life and makes people suspicious.
Her promise may fall through.
Strangely, on the eve of raindrops.
I already feel soaked to the skin.
Green bamboo can be twisted out of water.
The wind in the valley blew into their hearts.
My ears seem to fly into the air.
Or freeze it and burn it, burn it.
I have been sleeping in it, the man who passed by in autumn.
Burn her ears to ashes.
Never let her eavesdrop on my hunger.
You see, this drunken world is full of wine.
Bamboo also contains morning light and years.
How painful their rustling sounds are!
The more it hurts, the more I want to peel it, peeling it into seven holes.
Then my pain is also the pain of the world.
Please stop listening to me, stranger.
I know you are somewhere, playing in the wind.
Dreams in blank fields, fake lotus leaves
It keeps me awake all night.
If raindrops have you, isn't the flame me?
Every man has his own way, and all roads lead to the same goal.
I want to, I want to, fall in love with your God's tears.
Song of the assassin
Zhang Zao
Wake up from a mysterious nap.
I saw a white plain bank.
The handsome prince and other advisers
Face me and hold your breath.
"There are spears and shields hanging on the wall of history.
The other face is walking below. "
The river reflected the reminded ship.
Under the cold, there are colder stones.
The prince approached.
His dignity rippled in the glass.
"There are spears and shields hanging on the wall of history.
The other face is walking below. "
The flesh and blood should be compared with the past and the present.
Different images have different consequences.
That prince was my childhood friend.
He bowed and asked me if I agreed.
"There are spears and shields hanging on the wall of history.
The other face is walking below. "
To remember one place, you must erase another.
The drum music all over his body is solemn and vigorous.
The murder weapon is hidden at the end of the map.
I swallowed the hot wine in one gulp.
"There are spears and shields hanging on the wall of history.
The other face is walking below. "
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Go into the mountains with the sound of rain and not see it.
love
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Singing "March Sour Plum"
In the mountains
I am the only pair of shoes.
The woodpecker is empty.
Echo cave
A tree whirled in the pecking pain.
Into the mountains
There is no rain.
The umbrella flies around a piece of bluestone.
A man sat there with his head in his arms.
Look at those cigarette butts that turn to ashes.
go down the mountain
There is still no rain.
Three bitter pine nuts
Follow the signpost until you come to my feet.
reach for
It turned out to be birdsong.
Jinlongsi
Loff
Wanzhong
This is a path for tourists to go down the mountain.
pteridophyte
Along the white stone steps
Chew all the way down.
If it snows here,
Just to see
A frightened gray pheasant
Put the lamp on the mountain.
one by one
light
1970,7,6
Lushan memory
Zhang Zao
You dance at the foot of the mountain.
No longer involves other departments.
The sky wants fallen leaves, and the tree wants birds to sing.
The sun shines on your chest.
The air is fresh, aren't you afraid?
Who will you give your other half to?
Who is dark, in the fruit?
Who was the light before turning it on?
Who goes to the top of the mountain?
Sleep before you finish reading?
Ten years to see the mountains
Yu Guangzhong
Not the green hills of Hong Kong.
It's behind those green hills.
The endless land.
Dragons roaming the world
Call it the mainland
A strong man climbs a mountain, which is called Kyushu.
Heroes in distress call it Jianghu.
Ten years to see the mountains
Hate these green hills in front of the door
Cover the dream facing north.