Second, the small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Third, this situation can't be eliminated, you can only frown but mind!
Fourth, the crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
5. Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it.
Six, suddenly look back, that person is there, the lights are dim.
Seven, strange articles * * * to see, to doubt, to analyze.
Eight, the wood is thriving, and the spring is blooming.
Nine, the willow green hangs down and the flowers are long and sultry.
Ten, lonely and sad, and self-restraint.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless.
Twelve, the mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up her heart everywhere.
Thirteen, the wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry.
Fourteen, the threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke blue tears dew, Luo curtain light cold, swallows fly away.
Fifteen, rouge tears, leaving people drunk, when heavy, natural people grow up to hate water.
Sixteen, if the two love for a long time, and get along with each other.
Leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the pipa and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Eighteen, wholeheartedly, afraid you don't know.
19, transit to Qian Fan, oblique glow full of water.
Twenty, but the breeze on the river, the bright moon in the mountains, and the ears are colorful.
Twenty-one, the number of peaks is bitter, and it rains in Shang Lue.
22. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
Twenty-three, Jiang Nanan spring green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Twenty-four, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Twenty-five, people go east, and they are in a hurry and heartless.
26. I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the canal.
Twenty-seven, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Twenty-eight, endless acacia blood tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not finish.
Twenty-nine, high east dusk, migration depends on what. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
Thirty, Yokooka overlooking the river, far away from Wan Li sorrow hall.
Thirty-one, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.
Thirty-two, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Thirty-three, the heart has no material desires, that is, the autumn sky and the sea; Sitting with a piano book, you will become a stone house Dan Qiu.
Thirty-four, where is hometown, unless you are drunk.
Thirty-five, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
Thirty-six, things are wrong, and everything is wrong. Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears.
Thirty-seven, now I know the taste of sadness and want to say it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
Thirty-eight, the microwave hates the sea, and the moon is ruthless.
39, at night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, Xiao Xuan window is dressing up.
Forty, care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Forty-one, the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning.
Forty-two, who expected this life, the heart is in Tianshan, and the old is in Cangzhou.
Forty-three, what is the taste of autumn heart twisted into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?
Forty-four, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan.
Forty-five, I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to broken strings?
Forty-six, the heart of the abdomen is really terrible, and the sorrow of the lips and teeth is still treatable.
47. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Forty-eight, asking how much sadness you can have is like a river flowing eastward.
Forty-nine, white hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a beard.
Fifty, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
5 1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Fifty-two, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, is to leave sorrow. Don't have a taste in my heart.
Fifty-three years old, emitting the coolness of summer, lying in the shade doing nothing.
Fifty-four, but how unlucky the poet is, he will become a king.
Fifty-five, a cold leaf, accompanied by autumn wind, fell into the pool, rippling slightly and calm.
Fifty-six, the belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
57. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the clouds had returned.
Fifty-eight, building a house is under human conditions, there are no horses and chariots.
Fifty-nine, I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch!
Sixty, after staying in a cage for a long time, I returned to nature.
Sixty-one, looking for it, cold and bright, sad and sad.
Sixty-two, I have been there, and Yangliu is Yiyi; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
Sixty-three, the residual lamp has no flame shadow. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening.
Sixty-four, lonely boudoir, one inch of sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Sixty-five, I am alone in the turbid water in the world, and I am alone when everyone is drunk.
66. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Sixty-seven, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
Sixty-eight, this situation can't be eliminated, you can only frown but mind.
Emotional elegy (68 articles)
First, the tears are not clear, and the eyebrows are still gathered. -You Jigong's Buji, Wind and Rain Send People.
Second, it takes a long day to fight for sorrow. -He Zhu's "It's hard to walk with a tiger's hand tied"
Third, one day, the people on the railing disappeared, and they covered their tears and thought about it. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie stepping on plum blossoms"
Fourth, the fragrant flowers are moving to the building, and the high-profile Zheng Wei night. -Wang Changling's "Brothel Complaints"
Five, because I wrote a pomegranate skirt at that time, I was red with sadness. -Wu Wenying's "Bathing Yu Huai 'an Noon in Lan Xiang Woods"
6. On the most hasty day of resigning from the temple, Jiaofang still played a farewell song and cried for Gong E —— Li Yu's "Childless, Forty Years of Home Country"
Seven, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening. -Li Qingzhao's ugly slave, who planted banana trees at the window?
Nobody cares about me. There are plum blossoms in the snow tonight, like me. -Jie Jiang's "Plum Blossom Introduction, Jingxi Anti-Snow"
Nine lang intends to put the injured mood, to Xiao Han said it again. -Nalan Xingde's "Many things grind, five winds outside the curtain"
Ten, the soil flowers have been dyed in Hunan and Hubei, and the lead tears are hard to disappear. -Na Lanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Tuhua once dyed Hunan and Hubei"
Eleven, wine into sorrow, acacia into tears. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
Twelve, the festive season has never been too long, and the strong heart is occasionally drunk. -Su Xun's Nine Days and the Duke of Wei.
Thirteen, the night is cold and thin, tears flow and snuff falls. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, rustling leaves and rain"
Fourteen, there is no companion in the pool. -Liu Yong's Autumn Sunset in Gan Caozi
Fifteen, Pinglin barren, Hanshan area sad. -Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Momo Yan Ruzhi"
Sixteen, the paper ash flies into a white butterfly, and the tears are dyed into a red cuckoo. -Gao Zhu "Qingming Day Wine"
Seventeen, my wife and my son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
Eighteen, a little tearful. -Huang Gongshao's "Jade Case, Stop Needle and Thread every year"
Nineteen, sad pillow on the night rain, a little light rain. -Li Qingzhao's ugly slave, who planted banana trees at the window?
Twenty, apricot mud is red and wet, and Yan Yan is speechless. -Wu Wenying's "Sweeping Flowers and Cold Food in West Lake"
Twenty-one, Yunshan is interested, there is no plan on the porch, and the west wind blows away tears of fame and fortune. -Herry Liu's "Goat Yancheng Shuhuai"
Twenty-two, where is the world going, old feelings and new dreams come, and dusk ends. -cutie's "Huanxisha Pillow Barrier Embroidered Curtain Fumigating Furnace"
Twenty-three, just after sunset, it is already yellow and rainy. -Yan, "Die Qiu Lian Born Lu Pu"
Twenty-four, in the frost wind, the sunset is accompanied by sorrow. -Yuan Quhua's "Water Tune Songs Set the King's Platform"
Twenty-five, Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Furong Ye is sad. -Su Yi's "Partridge Sky, Maple Leaf Falling into the River, Liangye Shuiqiu"
Twenty-six, tears are wet and dry. -Mao Kun's farewell, tears are wet and dry, flowers are dew.
Twenty-seven, but hate is not in place, it hurts. -Ruan Ji's "Eighty-two Poems, Their Articles"
Twenty-eight, who threw a whip to fly across the river, recalled the past singing and blood stains, and worried about the beaver. -Xin Qiji's "Shuidiao Tou Zhou Bei Yangzhou and Human Rhyme"
Twenty-nine, curtain control hook, cover the Pearl Tower, wind and rain are flowers. -Georgie, "Spring funeral march, Don't carve a willow before the saddle"
Thirty, at this time, idleness is not * * *, and the spring is cold in front of the window. -Wang Shizhen's "Recent Flowers and Shuyu Ci"
Thirty-one, time only makes people old, does not believe in family, hates leaving the pavilion for a long time, and tears are easy to wake up. -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps the Old"
Thirty-two, chasing the dead, I can't see it today, the mountains and rivers are full of tears. -Xin Qiji's "Yulan Slow, Send Zhang Zhonggu Shuai Xing Yuan to the Table"
Thirty-three, white-haired scholar tears in China, all desolate, don't go to Niu Shan. -Liu Kezhuang's "He Xinlang 9"
Thirty-four, stay on the river bridge for a long time, the sunset is full of tears. -Wu Wenying's "Passing through the Old Residence of Beijing"
Thirty-five, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad. -Huang Tingjian's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Thirty-six, sad through the ages, Qinhuai a bright moon! -Sadula's The Second Dongpo Rhyme of Niannujiao Deng Shi Town.
Thirty-seven, heartbroken, why more yang damage? -Liao Shimei's "Candle Shadow Shakes Red, Title Anlu Floating Cloud Building"
Thirty-eight, willow soft, smoke weaving sorrow. -Wang Wei's "Eyes are Delicate and Willow is Soft"
Thirty-nine, the float is full of sadness. -He Zhu's "Bodhisattva Man, Caizhou Sadness"
Forty, Bai Yun Mountain is more than 10,000 miles green, and I am worried about Chang' an going straight north. -Du Fu's "Small Cold Food in the Boat"
Forty-one, Yongfeng West Corner Wild Garden is empty. -two poems by Bai Juyi and Yang Liuzhi.
Forty-two, more cold food tears, want to rise the tide of smelting city. -Wang Anshi's Cold Food in Chen Chen
Forty-three, a purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold and cracked. -Nalan Xingde's Mid-Autumn Festival of Pipa Fairy
Forty-four, color fans are red teeth today, and I hate that no one listens to Kaiyuan Music. -Jie Jiang's "He Xin Lang Meng Han Jin Wu"
Forty-five, no one can untie it, because the wind flies over the roses. —— Huang Tingjian, "Where is Qingping Lechun"
Forty-six, roll up the picture of mountains and rivers, respond to the sad cry of arowana, and write poems. -Yang, "Water Tune Song Head Deng Duo"
Forty-seven, a little sorrow becomes a green eyebrow. -Yan Dao Ji "Don't worry about the flowers in Nanxiangzi"
Forty-eight, there were tears at the beginning of the letter, and the wife was surprised and asked why. -Yuan Zhen's "Studying Heaven"
Forty-nine, sad Qin and Han dynasties, the people painted charcoal, and the scholars sighed. -Zhang Kejiu's "Flower Selling, Nostalgia"
50. Jiangnan is naturally a journey away from sorrow and an ancient road. -Wang, "High Balcony and Zhou Caochuang Send Friends"
Fifty-one, leaning on the painting column alone, if you are interested, clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send you to dusk. -Cao Xueqin's Ode to Bai Hai Tang
Fifty-two years old, silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Fifty-three, many people tend to get old in the years, although Gan Kun is worried. -Janice's "Manjiang Zhang Hongyu Wang Tengge"
Fifty-four, obviously as small as aloes, a sad and difficult to draw. -Na Lanxingde's "Yu Zhonghao, send a small photo of Fen Liang Nanye"
Fifty-five, vaguely far from the peak, tears thank Niang eyebrow Wu. -Shi Dazu's "Qi Luoxiang Wing Chun Rain"
Fifty-six, the faint flowers are wet, and the faint shadows are worried for life. -Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha Yong Wu Geng Xiang Zhen Yun"
But this town is so small that thieves are spared, and the people here are so poor and pitiful. -Jie Yuan's "Thieves Return to Officials"
Fifty-eight, last night, it was easy to disperse, and the wine woke up with infinite sorrow. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie stepping on plum blossoms"
Fifty-nine, sad Qin and Han dynasties, all the palaces and palaces have been grounded. -Zhang "Goat Tongguan Nostalgia"
Sixty, the sunset glow shines on the West Lake, the flower dock is beautiful, the ten hectares are flat, and there is no boat on the wild shore. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Sunset on the West Lake"
Sixty-one, no one cymbals, who is the golden whip. -Li He's Twenty-three Horses Poems, which
Sixty-two, I woke up more drunk last night, and I was worried about treating the disease in spring. -Jing Li's "Ying Tianchang, a hook, makeup mirror early month"
Sixty-three, people scattered in the city, gradually into the season of sorrow. -Liu Kezhuang's "Chen Jingzuo, the Original Xi Play of Raw Tea Son"
Sixty-four, the spring tide comes late with rain, and there is no boat to cross the wild. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
Sixty-five, locked away from sorrow, endless, unfamiliar when you come. -Han Zhen's "Feng Xiao Yin, Lock and Stay Sorrow"
Sixty-six, Huang Die will be worried tomorrow. -Su Shi's Nanxiangzi Chongjiu Hanhui Building, Xu Junyou.
Sixty-seven, I still hate the east wind boring, but also blowing misty rain and dark dusk. -Zhang Wei's Mo Mei
Sixty-eight, heavy worries can hurt people, and the hair is frosted. -Li Bai's "Songs of Complaint"
Sad love poems (68)
First, when there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia. -Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring"
Second, acacia leaks more every night, and the moon is dry. I miss you. I'm cold. -Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha, acacia at night is more leaking"
Third, a stick of incense is overflowing and heartbreaking. -Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao"
Fourth, come back when you are born, and it is Sauvignon Blanc when you die. -Su Wu's "Married"
5. I don't know the soul, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "Two Female Tubes", which
Six, linglong dice Anhoudou, how much do you know about bone acacia? -Wen's "Yang Liuzhi"
Seven, the ice mirror spring enters the boudoir, and the golden urn is green and weeping. -Li Bai's Night Sitting
Eight, spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears send acacia. -Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"
Nine, the breeze and the moon are bitter, and my son has been in the army for more than ten years. -Wang Wei's Yizhou Song
Ten, born back, died of Sauvignon Blanc. -Su Wu's "Divorce from Wife"
Eleven, the moon on the willow tip, people about after dusk. -Zhu's "Camellia"
Twelve, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, it rained. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
Thirteen, stop the competition for * * * flowers, even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes? . -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Fourteen, when the mandarin ducks are completely bald, the south of the Yangtze River is three thousand miles away from the north. -He Zhu's "Cherish Spring, Go through thick and thin, Harvest Spring"
Fifteen, famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings. -Li Bai's "Qingping Qi Diao"
Sixteen, you are in the sky, and you are long. -Jiang Yan's "Ancient Separation"
Seventeen, no bees and butterflies want to be fragrant, and red clothes are bitter. -He Zhu's "Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond"
The mirror has been dark since you came out. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Room Thinking
Nineteen, be there or be square, appear heartless. -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Twenty, acacia, youth is like a dream, take a trip to the gods. -Wen Tianxiang's "Manjianghong and Mrs. Wang Manjianghong Rhyme"
Twenty-one, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world. -Li Guan's "The Recent Flowers"
At the age of twenty-two, my heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Xian's Millennium.
Twenty-three, heaven is short of karma, and it is often easy to gather and disperse. -Yan's "Health Mistakes, Wild Flowers and Instant Incense"
Twenty-four, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. -Liu Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci
Twenty-five, the candle has a heart to say goodbye, and tears for others until dawn. -Du Mu's farewell
Twenty-six, Hirayama interrupted the train of thought, and Zigui cried to the silence. -Gao E's Jade Case, Silk is thicker than fog.
Twenty-seven, pipa string said acacia. -Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Fairy, Dream Back, Tower Lock"
Twenty-eight, let me down, regret your pity, and tell me nothing every day. -Niu Qiao "More Leaky Spring Night"
Twenty-nine, I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn
Thirty, young women in the boudoir don't know how to worry, and spring makeup goes to Cuilou. -Wang Changling in my heart forever
Thirty-one, the clear water is boundless, and beauty is not hollow. -Li Bai's "Sending Wang Hanyang in Early Spring"
Thirty-two, the bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe
Thirty-three, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. -Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc, A Heavy Mountain
Thirty-four, affectionate only spring court month, still to stay sunny. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"
Recalling the meeting between flowers in the past, I just threw red beans with my hands. -Ouyang Jiong, "He Ming Dynasty, Recalling the Past Flowers after Meeting"
Thirty-six plans, no words and half paper weight, so sad and happy. -Sister Chen Pengjie, "Send Two Songs Outside"
Thirty-seven, also a bowl of ruthless tears, I hate not to meet before scraping. -Su Shi Yi
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Thirty-nine years old, how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement and sitting with a frown. -Li Bai's Resentment
Forty, far away in the princess, and even Yanmenguan. -Jiang Yan's "Ancient Separation"
Forty-one, the sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart. -"Li Bai's two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc"
Forty-two, bonuses are easy to decline, such as Lang Yi, and the water flow is infinite. -Liu Yuxi's Four Poems of Zhi Zhu
Forty-three, Qiang Guan is full of frost, people don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"
Shen Yan, a 44-year-old fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings. -Dai Shulun's Acacia
Forty-five, think for a long time, hate for a long time, and hate it. -Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc"
Forty-six, see Zhu thinking in succession, haggard and fragmented to remember you. -Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang"
Forty-seven, embroidered with a piano, boarded the Scholar's Academy. -Guan Xiu's "Good deeds, hurting ancient songs, no bosom friends"
Forty-eight, life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"
Forty-nine, the beauty of the golden ladder, the basket in hand. -Chang Jian's Two Songs in Spring
Fifty, the waning moon rises, and the beauty tears. -Wei Zhuang's One Night in the Red Chamber by Bodhisattva Man.
Fifty-one, living alone, sad to death. -Anonymous "Shejiang Picking Hibiscus"
Fifty-two, ask you what is light parting, how many groups can there be in a year? -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, Ask Why You Stay"
Fifty-three, I keep the house, fearing that I will forget and worry about you, and I will not feel tears. -Cao Pi's Ge Yanxing
Fifty-four, hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty makeup, and the water temple is fragrant. -Wang Changling's "Autumn Hate in Nishimura"
Fifty-five, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom. -Wen Tingyun's Four Songs of Southern Song Dynasty
Fifty-six, how much sadness can I ask you? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu's Young Beauty
57. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen's "Two Touching Fish", which
Fifty-eight, beauty doesn't have to gather moths. -Ye Mengde's "Yu Meiren, after the rain, I can't buy it" ...
Fifty-nine, if two feelings last for a long time, and seize the day. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
Sixty, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"
Sixty-one, without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. -Na Lanxingde's "Death to Hua Lian, No pains, the most pity for the sun and the moon"
Sixty-two, an inch of acacia. -Li Guan's "Dead Hua Lian Chun Mu"
Sixty-three, the husband is in the belly and his body is like a candle. -Zhang Ji's "Women's Complaints"
Sixty-four, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I won't regret it, because I was emaciated by Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
Sixty-five, if two people have a long relationship, are they still in court? -Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge"
Sixty-six, ask acacia, look in the mirror in the future, rustling. -Yan Yu's "Manjianghong, Send Liao to Que"
Sixty-seven, I didn't understand a word, I flew from Junwanqu Liang. -Li Bai's Night Sitting
Sixty-eight, enchanting and gorgeous, envious of the wind and smiling at the moon, longing for Dong Jun. -Li Qingzhao's "Qing Qing Ban Bei"
A classic poem (68 poems)
Treat a temporary sore first, but gouge out your heart. -Nie Zhongyi's "Yong Tian Jia"
Second, the green mulberry reflects Pingchuan, and the Saba god laughs. -Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Jia"
Third, the soldiers have not stopped, and the son has already marched eastward. -Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village"
Fourth, beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Five, the mountains and heavy waters have no way to doubt, and there is another village. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
Sixth, even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow waters of Lu Hua. -Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing"
Seven, the rain is high and white, plowing in the middle of the night. -Cui Daorong's "Tian Shang"
Eight, the spring grass grows green in autumn, and the Xia Han grows long. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with a crutch. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
Sell new silk in October and February, and cut new grain in May. -Nie Zhongyi's "Yong Tian Jia"
Eleven, national mourning, temple people are no longer green. -Lu You's Sleeping in the Water Village
Twelve, a gourd ladle Yan Hui hutong, Mr. 56 across the hall. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs
In March and June, the grain did not show, and the butler was pale. -Nie Zhongyi's "Tian Jia"
Fourteen, accidentally fell into the dust net, one to thirty years. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Fifteen, I like the death of children best. I lie in the stream and peel lotus flowers. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence"
Sixteen, the road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Seventeen, the water is full of rice leaves, the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. -Ji Xu's "New Cool"
Eighteen, go to church swallows, kiss gulls in the water. -Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
19. Jojo, Fu Tian, cordially greet each other. -Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"
In the countryside in October and April, there are few idle people, and only sericulture can be inserted into the fields. -April in rural Weng Juan.
Twenty-one, a hundred birds miss the ancient forest, and the fish in the pool think about it. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Twenty-two, the river head falls, the sunshine is flat, and the tide retreats to the fishing boat pavilion. -Dai Fugu's "Jiangcun Night Watch"
Twenty-three, life is illusory, and it is always empty. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
24. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathe their jadeite to the sun. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Twenty-five, riding cattle far beyond the former village, piccolo blowing a long smell. -Huang Tingjian's The Shepherd's Poetry
Twenty-six, when people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka is born. -Yan's "Farmhouse"
Twenty-seven, bamboo horses rush to Nao, and paper kites whistle with the wind. -Lu You "Watching the children in the village play on the stream"
Twenty-eight, the shepherd boy returned across the cow's back, and the piccolo played without a cavity. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"
After staying in a cage for a long time, I returned to nature. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Thirty, light rain makes flowers new and thunder starts. -Wei's "Guantianjia"
Thirty-one, the father ploughed Harada, and the son? This mountain is barren. -Nie Zhongyi's "Tian Jia"
Thirty-two, naked, but I hope not to violate. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Thirty-three, the flowers have fallen, the children have not been swept, and the guests in Ti Ying Mountain are still sleeping soundly. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs
Thirty-four, off-site white water, Bifeng after the mountain. -Wang Wei's "New Sunshine Wild Hope"
Thirty-five, couples in Shihao Village don't want it. There are more tears than those in the Palace of Eternal Life. -Ma Wei of Yuan Mei
Thirty-six, looking at Noda from the front door alone, buckwheat flowers are like snow in the moon. -Bai Juyi's Country Night
Thirty-seven, there are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers starve to death. -Li Shen's "Two Antiques"
Thirty-eight, the mountain stream is shallow, you can lick my feet. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
39. The children come back early from school. They are busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
Forty, dogs bark in deep lanes and mulberry chickens crow. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Forty-one, the frost grass is green and the insects are cut, and the people in the south of the village are absolutely unique. -Bai Juyi's Country Night
Forty-two, don't say that the wine tastes weak, and no one is plowing the millet. -Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village"
43. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Forty-four, thousands of miles of warblers sing green and red, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine is the flag wind. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
At forty-five, a pair of water stalls in Bai Niao started to enter the reed flowers when they saw people. -Dai Fugu's "Jiangcun Night Watch"
Forty-six, the fisherman by the apricot tree altar, the people in the Peach Blossom Garden. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs
Forty-seven, no rhyme, sex autumn mountain. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
48. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds are singing in the trees in midsummer. -Wang Wei is in my hotel, in Wangchuan after a heavy rain.
Forty-nine, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
My fields and gardens were destroyed by the war, and my own flesh and blood became the scum of the street. -Bai Juyi's feeling of looking at the moon
51. The sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. -Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"
52. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
53. Reclaim land in the south and return to the garden. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Fifty-four, a house full of Haruka, apricot blossom white at the edge of the village. -Wang Wei's "Pastoral Spring"
Fifty-five, the grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot flowers fly in the setting sun. -Kou Zhun's "Jiangnan Spring Wave"
Fifty-six, don't laugh at farm wine, stay in good years. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
Fifty-seven, elm Liu Yin eaves, Li Tao Luo tang qian. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Fifty-eight, a lonely village at the foot of the mountain, a lonely plateau on the horizon. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs
Fifty-nine, happiness and bitterness are short, and it has returned to Tianxu. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
60. There are many trees in Hengtai, and the waves are rippling. -Cao Zhi's "Wild oriole Tour"
196 1 year1February and 19881February, it snowed on the 5th. -Bai Juyi's "The Village is Bitter and Cold"
Sixty-two, the spring rain breaks outside the forest, and the apricot blossoms are numerous on the first day of the house. -Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Jia"
Sixty-three, the chicken crows, and the guest fights with the chicken. -Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village"
Sixty-four, I am different from the city, and this statement is true. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Its"
Sixty-five, at dusk, officials arrested people at night. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
Sixty-six, the mountains and plains are green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. -April in rural Weng Juan.
Sixty-seven, last night, I went back to the north and started from the east today. -Meng Haoran's "Tian Jia Yuan Day"
Sixty-eight, one or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road Banqiao is oblique. -Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village