Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming. Who has white hair? The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops.
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the light blue in remote mountainous areas.
We open your window in the garden and field, and talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. Wait until the holiday in the mountains, and I will come back in the chrysanthemum season. -Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty) in Passing the Old Village;
Building a house is under human conditions, but there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, but your heart is far away. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. There is a real meaning in this. You have forgotten what you are arguing about. -drinking.
There are also many idylls describing carefree and unrestrained life.
2. Poetry 1 describes leisure, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and leisurely seeing Nanshan. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.
2, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. -The quatrains of monks in Zhinan.
3, the clouds are light and the wind is light in the afternoon, and the flowers are over a thousand rivers with the willows. -Cheng Hao's "Occasionally in Spring"
4, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
5. The Pear Flower Garden dissolves the moon, and the catkin pond is faint. -Yan Shu's "Moral"
6. There are long vegetation and trees around Xia Meng's house. -Tao Yuanming's "Reading Shan Hai Jing, Part I"
7, riding a horse against the bridge, full of tea. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva"
8. My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. -Wang Wei's "My retreat in Zhongnanshan"
9. I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds. -Wang Wei's "My retreat in Zhongnanshan"
10, the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are on their way home. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.
1 1, I like children and rogues best. I lie on the stream and peel lotus flowers. -Xin Qiji's "Village Residence"
12, my daughter picks spring mulberry and the song is Haruka. -anonymous "picking mulberry"
13, caged birds love the old forest, and the fish in the pool are lost. -Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden
14, white-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and the wheat field looks at the clouds. -Forever in "Looking at the Sunny Farmhouse"
15, Banqiao people crossing the spring, Mao Yan at noon. -Gu Kuang's "Mountain Farmhouse"
3. Xin Qiji's poem Xin Qiji (1 140- 1207) was a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
The word You 'an, named Jia Xuan, was born in Licheng (now Jinan, Shandong). At birth, Shandong was occupied by nomadic people.
At the age of 21, he joined the anti-Jin army and soon returned to the Southern Song Dynasty. He has been to Hubei, Jiangxi, Hunan, Fujian and eastern Zhejiang. During his tenure, he took active measures to recruit exiles, train the army, reward farming, fight corruption, and attach importance to stability and people's livelihood.
He persisted in resisting gold all his life. The Commentary on Nine Comments on Meiqin made a detailed analysis of the political and military situation at that time, which strongly refuted the fallacy of praising the strength of Jin Jun and advocating compromise and surrender. It is required to strengthen operational preparations and boost morale in order to restore the Central Plains.
His anti-gold suggestion was not adopted and was hit by the peace faction. I have left my post for a long time and lived in Shangrao and Lead Mountain in Jiangxi. In his later years, Han □(tuo 1) was in power, once used by people, and soon died.
His lyrics try to restore the patriotic enthusiasm of national reunification, pour out the grief and indignation of irretrievable ambition, and expose and criticize the humiliating surrender of the upper ruling group in the Southern Song Dynasty. There are also many works that praise the rivers and mountains of the motherland. The artistic style is diverse, mainly bold.
Passionate, generous and tragic, vigorous brushwork, and Su Shi are also called "Su Xin". Famous for breaking the array, Chen Tongfu gave Zhuang words to recall the past, Yong Yule, Jingkou, Gu Beiting, Shuilongyin, Deng Jiankang, Shangxin Pavilion and Bodhisattva Man, and wrote a wall in Jiangxi.
However, some works also reveal negative emotions caused by unfulfilled ambitions. And "Jia He's Short Sentence".
Modern people compiled Notes on Xin Jiaxuan's Poems. (Cihai, 1989 edition) Raw tea seeds swim fish to take pictures along the stream, and the sky is at the bottom of Qingxi.
There are clouds in the sky and people are in them. Who and Yu? Empty valley sounds clear.
It's not a ghost or a fairy, but peach blossom water. It was only half a plum blossom, and the health inspector came to Chun Xue all over the sky.
People who love snow the most will be cut into chaos. Cher prefers to drink, as long as the golden cup is full.
Who said it was snowy and cold? The green sleeves are dry and warm. Swallows came last year, and the curtain was deep.
The incense path is muddy, and the piano and books are dirty. Swallows come this year, who will listen to the whisper? There are no shutters, but it is raining yellow.
Huansha's father argued that the rain was even and his brow was not as wrinkled as last year. Thank you diligently, but you are covered in dust.
Birds can sometimes persuade guests, but Momo rogue has been provocative. Pear blossoms have also made a new start.
Huanxisha, together with Uncle Gao and his son, looks like Sushan Temple. These flowers even turned into powder today. Why is Liu frowning? The east wind blows rain, which is thinner than dust. Self-mockery is like lewdness, and now I am more pregnant with trees.
Bored sadness and hatred are new. In the open air, Jiao Xiao traveled to Wu Tou Chu Wei, and thousands of miles away.
Don't talk about old grievances and new enemies, Changting tree, that's it! I'm tired of traveling on business, and Jade Man got me drunk. It will be cool tomorrow, so keep your ears open.
It's getting late to plow bamboo and emerald green. No one is alone in the secluded path, and there are countless complaints.
Only * * * plum blossom language, lazy to be so weak. You don't want to find incense when you are looking for spring, and there is nowhere to find incense.
The teenager in the middle wall of Boshan Road, picking mulberry seeds, did not know the taste of sorrow and fell in love with the building. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say, I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here! Smoke in the wall of Boshan Road, pick mulberry seeds, dew wheat pond willow, wash in the rain and sun.
Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain. Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings.
Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing. The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house.
Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world. It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest.
You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng. Bodhisattva Man wrote that Yugutai, the stoma wall in Jiangxi, fell into Qingjiang River, and how many pedestrians shed tears in the middle! Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains! Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains. Bodhisattva's banquet hall endowed Prime Minister Ye * * * with lofty language, drawing countless horses.
The misty rain is low, I hope not to come. People always worry when they talk on their heads.
Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face. Qingping Music stayed alone in the Wangshi Temple in Boshan, with hungry mice around the bed and bats dancing with lanterns.
There was a breeze blowing in the room, and it rained heavily. I talked to myself between the broken paper windows. From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair.
A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me. Qingpingle Village has low eaves and green grass on the stream.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
As seen in the book "Qingping Music School Mountain Garden", everything starts from now on. The meat and liquor at the head of the bed are cooked with crutches first.
Children are stealing a long pole in Lizaoshan Garden in Xifeng. Don't surprise others. I will sit quietly and watch.
Ruan Langgui was promoted to the position of Zhang Chu's father in Leiyang Road, and the lights in front of the mountain were dying, and the mountains were one after another. The partridge heard the voices of several families living in the village. I was on the lonely Xiaoxiang Road, and I seemed to meet an old friend.
When the young man also learned that Zhuge Liang was holding a feather fan, holding his head high and commanding thousands of troops to fight the enemy with ease. Nowadays, the withered fu evokes the soul, and the Confucian crown is even more wrong! Too often, Jiankang's Mid-Autumn Festival was presented to Lu with a round of autumn shadows, and the flying mirror was re-polished.
Ask [female root] wine: white.
4. What poems did Xin Qiji write about rural life for you? Xin Qiji's pastoral poems are quite different from those of Tao Yuanming and Wang Wei.
Yulouchun is a girl in twos and threes, listening to the words of songbirds. Wine has been sold in the kettle for a long time, so you must go early when the cake is burnt.
When you get drunk, you forget where you come from and ask people where they live. Just look for the ancient temple and cross the southwest tallow.
The upper and lower pictures are two pictures, which set each other off. In the first film, women listen to birds chirping, and women in twos and threes listen to birds chirping in a tree, which is as ingenious as human language: "When I go out to play with wine with a pot, my mother-in-law's pancakes are burnt."
Kettle and cake are the names of birds. The next movie is more interesting. A drunken man forgot to go home, and pedestrians politely pointed out where to go. The more serious the instructor is, the more drunk the questioner will be.
Xijiangyue is drunk, greedy and has no time to care. Recently, I began to feel that I don't believe anything in ancient books.
Matsumoto was drunk last night. How about Matsumoto getting drunk? I only suspected that I was here to help you, so I pushed you with my hand and said "Go"! Because the author resisted the gold according to reason and was not used by the rulers of the Southern Song Dynasty, he had to drown his sorrows by drinking and being greedy for money. Mencius once said, "It is better to believe in books than to have no books." Xin Qiji turned to this sentence, which means that there are many wise sayings in ancient books, but the reality doesn't work. It's better to believe than not to believe.
The next one recalls the scene of drunkenness last night. It is wrong to write that people are loose when they move, and the drunkenness is vivid. The whole word revolves around a drunken word, which is full of fun.
Xin Qiji once made up his mind to give up drinking. He wrote a poem "Qinyuanchun" with the inscription: "Quit drinking and stay away from wine glasses". I'm going to give up drinking, and I'm warned not to come near my glass.
Today, I examined the remains before you came here. I have been thirsty for many years, and my voice is like a coke pot; I like sleeping today, and I am furious.
You said, "Liu Ling, a master of ancient and modern times, why didn't you get drunk and die and be buried?" Sighing at your bosom friend is so ungrateful! More is the medium of singing and dancing.
This is a cooperative guess. No matter big or small, it is born in love; Nothing is beautiful or evil, and going too far is a disaster.
A word with you: "don't stay or return, I can still drink your cup." Another cup, and said, "Tell me to go, tell me to come."
This word was written by Xin Qiji when he lived in Qianshan Spring. The author personifies the wine glass, and the dialogue between the author and me shows that drinking is bad for your health, so you are determined to give up drinking.
Ironically, the determination to give up drinking is not great. At first, the word owner shouted angrily: Cup, don't come over.
Today, I checked my body and found that I was thirsty all the year round. My throat was as dry as a burnt pot, and I was always sleepy. I snored like thunder when I slept, all of which were caused by drinking. The glass replied, "Liu Ling, an alcoholic, is a master of ancient and modern times. He gets drunk when he has wine. He might as well die and be buried when he is drunk.
It is true that we have been bosom friends for many years. It's impolite of you to say that. The ancients held banquets and drank wine, mostly for entertainment by singing and dancing.
Therefore, wine, with singing and dancing as the medium, is particularly harmful to people, as straight as pigeon poison. Moreover, human resentment, big or small, is often born of greed; Nothing is beautiful, and nothing is evil. If it exceeds the limit, it will go to the opposite side.
There is no question of good or bad wine itself. If you drink too much, it will become harmful and bad. In this way, drinking is harmful. You can't just complain about drinking, but also review your lack of restraint.
The poet agreed with the wine glass: "Don't go in a hurry, or I have the ability to break you into pieces." The cup saluted again and again and said, "You can wave me away and recruit me."
This is a compromise agreement reached by both parties. Words of understanding are unbearable.
Xin Qiji finished writing this speech on abstinence, and when he saw the wine, he drank it. Mid-Autumn Festival is a night for poets to drown their sorrows in wine.
Xin Qiji once wrote two Mid-Autumn Festival love poems, one of which is Plum. The inscription is "Mid-Autumn Festival in January".
Mid-autumn osmanthus flowers in memory. Flowers are in the cup, and the moon is in the cup.
There is an identical statue upstairs tonight. Cloud wet screen window, rain wet screen window.
I want to ask about the chemical industry while the wind is blowing. The road is also difficult, and the letter is also difficult.
Only the candles in the room are red. Cup and calm, song and calm.
Dangui is a kind of osmanthus fragrans. White flowers are osmanthus fragrans, yellow flowers are osmanthus fragrans and red flowers are osmanthus fragrans.
Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past, among the osmanthus flowers, drinking and enjoying the moon, spending it in a glass, the moon in the glass. This Mid-Autumn Festival, because of the rain, I can only spend it upstairs, and so is the wine. It's raining outside the window, but there is no moon.
I want to take the wind to ask, but the road is blocked and I can't write. There is no moon in the painting hall, only a red candle shines on the demon, so we have to raise our glasses and drink leisurely, enjoying the songs and dances leisurely.
Xin Qiji wrote another Mid-Autumn Festival poem "Magnolia Slow". The preface of the word is: "Drinking in the Mid-Autumn Festival will be a great success. It is said that predecessors' poems have endowed the moon, and those who have not endowed the moon use the style of" Tian Wen ".
How lovely the moon is tonight, the long west, where is it going? Did another person just see you rise in the East? Or outside the vast universe, there is nothing but vastness to take this beautiful moon away? It is like a mirror that flies to the sky, but it won't fall off. Who tied it with an invisible long rope? Chang 'e in the Moon Palace is still unmarried. Who kept her? I heard that the moon swam across the bottom of the sea, but I can't see why. This is an unpredictable thing, but also a worrying and terrible thing. I'm afraid that the whale in the sea will hit the Jade Palace and Qionglou in the Moon Palace.
From the bottom of the sea, water won't worry about water, but did rabbits ever learn to swim? If all this is safe, why does it gradually become a link? The moon is really cute tonight, and the gourd ladle is gone with the wind. Where are you going? Is there another room over there, watching you rise from the east? Or in the sky, it's long and windy to send you away? You are like a flying mirror, why don't you fall off? Who will keep the moon if Chang 'e doesn't marry? It is also groundless to say that the moon swam across the bottom of the sea, which is incomprehensible and worrying. If it really crosses the bottom of the sea, I'm afraid the Wan Li whale will swim freely and knock down the Jade Palace Qionglou in the middle of the month.
In addition, the jade toad in the middle of the month can swim. Where's Yutu? If all is well, why did the full moon become a hook again? This word is innovative in poems about the moon. Wang Guowei, the lyricist, commented on the first five sentences of this poem, "The poet imagines and directly understands the theory that the moon revolves around the earth, and it can be described as a god if he is in close contact with scientists" ("Words on Earth").
Give me the best answer, thank you.
5. Leisure poems 1, few but good rhymes, and nature loves autumn mountains. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
Interpretation: When I was young, I didn't follow the custom. It is my nature to love nature.
2, rice flowers say bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"
Interpretation: The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
3. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. —— Wang Wei's "Long Rain/Autumn Return to Wangchuan Village and I Stay at Wangchuan"
Interpretation: A row of egrets swept through the vast and flat paddy fields; There was an oriole cry in the dense forest near the field.
At noon on the day of weeding, sweat dripped down the soil. -Li Shen's "Two Antiques/Two Farmers"
Interpretation: At noon in midsummer, under the scorching sun, farmers are still working and sweat is dripping in the soil.
5. The mountains are green and the mountains are white, and the rain is like smoke in the rules of sound and sound. -April in rural Weng Juan.
Interpretation: The hillside fields are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving.
6. The sunflower in the green garden is exposed to the sun. -Anonymous "Long song"
Interpretation: Sunflowers in the garden are lush, and Ran Ran rises in the crystal clear morning sun.
7, plum apricot fat, wheat cabbage flowers thin. -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II
Interpretation: a plum tree becomes golden, and the longer the apricot, the bigger it is; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse.
8. Children and grandchildren did not solve the problem of farming and weaving, but also learned to plant melons in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
Interpretation: Although children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
9. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
Interpretation: I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse.
10, Chenxing, Yuehe hoe to take home. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
Interpretation: Get up early in the morning to weed, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at night.
6. Xin Qiji wrote an ancient poem about quiet rural life:
Xijiang Moon Night Tour Huangsha Road Middle Section
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. (Xiqiao I left: west end)
Translation:
The bright moonlight swept the branches, scaring the magpies away from them, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear cicadas chirping in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there were waves of frogs' cries in my ears, as if discussing that this year is a bumper harvest year.
There are faint clouds in the sky, twinkling stars are shining, and there is light rain in front of the mountain. The old thatched cottage is still next to the Woods of the earth temple. When the road turns the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.
7. The most leisurely person (poem) The most leisurely person-picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan. (Tao Yuanming)
The most verse:
The fastest boat-the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man (Li Bai)
The most shy person-however, we shouted for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times before she began to walk towards us, still covering half her face with a guitar (Bai Juyi)
The most sorrow-asking how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu)
The thinnest person-curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao)
The most gaunt person-the belt is getting wider and wider, and he will never regret it. He pined for the missing people in Iraq (Liu Yong)
The saddest person-but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, it's even more sad to raise a glass to drown our sorrows (Li Bai)
The man with the worst eyesight-looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light (Xin Qiji)
The deepest affection-Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as that of Wang Lun (Li Bai).
The tallest building-dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing people (Li Bai)
The largest waterfall-flying straight down the thousands of feet, it is doubtful that the Milky Way has settled for nine days (Li Bai)
The man with the biggest shelf, the son of heaven, calls himself Brewmaster (Li Bai)
The deepest snow-three feet deep outside the city. At night, Xiao drove a carbon car over the ice. (Bai Juyi)
The longest hair-white hair is three thousands of feet, and sorrow is like a long beard (Li Bai)
The house that has been blown farthest by the wind-Mao Fei crosses the river and scatters the river, and the highest one hangs in Changlinjian (Du Fu).
The poorest lady-with an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her left arm (Bai Juyi)
The longest face-a tear of lovesickness last year, just flowed to the cheek this year (Su Dongpo joked with Su Xiaomei).
The biggest forehead-no three or five steps out of the hospital, the forehead has reached the front of the painting hall.
The largest door and window-the window contains Xiling snow, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door.
The tallest climber-raise your hand to the moon and walk without mountains. (Li Bai)
The quietest space-there are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths.
The person who drinks the most-wine turns into acacia tears when it enters sorrow.
People who drink are the most greedy-only drink Changsha water and eat Wuchang fish.
The most incompetent person-two sentences in three years, one song and two tears.
The thickest person-I'll come back after the mountain holiday and chrysanthemum time.
But his love for three thousand people is concentrated on one person.
The deepest affection-the golden wind and the jade dew, won countless people as soon as they met.
The longest love-the earth endures, and heaven endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
The bitterest wine-wine turns into sorrow, into lovesickness tears.
The loneliest person-until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
People who like to drink most-they don't laugh when they drink too much on the battlefield. They have fought several wars since ancient times.
The most leisurely person-picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan.
The bravest person-but it's not Humadu Yinshan that makes Longcheng fly.
The most restless thing-spring scenery can't close the garden, and an apricot goes out of the wall.
The busiest person-the iron drum in Chengtou is knocking again, and the blood of the golden knife in the box is still wet.
The most scheming thing-shoot the horse first, catch the thief, and win the king first.
The most ambitious-if he is old, Ling dares to laugh at Huang Chao's husband.
The most unfortunate thing-you want something from the canopy, but you dare not turn over to meet it.
The most affectionate-spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
The most ambitious-the world is clean and turbid, thanks to our encouragement.
The most beautiful song-this song should only exist in the sky and can be heard several times on earth.
8. What Xin Qiji describes is a quiet and natural pastoral life. Qing Ping Le Cun Ju is a famous poem written by Xin Qiji, a poet in Song Dynasty, describing rural pastoral life. By describing the fresh and beautiful rural environment and the images of three sons, the work expresses the poet's yearning and love for the comfortable and quiet rural life.
This word was written by Xin Qiji in his leisure time by the lake. Because Xin Qiji has always insisted on patriotism and resistance to gold, he has been rejected and hit by the ruling capitulators since he returned to South at the age of 2/kloc-0. Since the age of forty-three, he has not been in office for a long time, so that he has lived in Xinzhou (now Shangrao, Jiangxi) for twenty years. The disillusionment of his ideal made him pay more attention to rural life in seclusion and wrote a lot of leisure words and pastoral words. This song "Qingpingle Village Residence" is one of them.
9. Xin Qiji's classic poems First of all, you must understand that his words are more famous than poems.
Secondly, most of his words are about the direction of his motherland.
Then post some songs for you:
Qinyuan Chunling Mountain Qi 'an House, Yan Lake was not built.
The mountain faces east, and the mountain faces east. The waves are stormy, the beads are splashed backwards, the bridges are inserted horizontally, and there is a lack of bows at the beginning of the month. Old leisure, heaven teaches many things, and the principal is a hundred thousand loose. My home is very small, outside the shadow of the dragon and snake, in the wind and rain.
There are many competing meetings. Look at the three refreshing peaks coming. Like Xie Jia's children, dressed well, like family, riding gracefully. I feel that in the meantime, it is magnificent and healthy, such as Taishi Gongpian. Xindi Road, ask when the lake will be misty and rainy.
Nian Nujiao boarded the Jiankang banquet pavilion and made a history of staying behind.
I'm here to mourn the past. I'm going to the dangerous building to win and have a good time. Where is the tiger in Longpan? Only ups and downs are everywhere.
Outside the willow, the sun sets, waterfowl return, and trees blow dragons. Sail west, who cries and sprays frost bamboo?
However, I remember an Shi's romantic life, Dongshan dying, and tears clanking. Children gain fame and fortune, but the chess director has been eliminated in the past.
Treasure mirrors are hard to find, and Yun Lan is dying. Who will persuade Cup Green? The wind in the river is angry, and the waves turn over the house.
Shui long yin Deng healthy Yangxin ge
In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless. Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head.
The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer. I saw Wu Gou, and I filmed it all, but no one would attend.
Don't say chop up the perch to cook delicious food. When the west wind blows it, I wonder if that one has come back? People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects.
Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much! Who are you, calling for the red scarf and green sleeves, and shouting for the hero!
Yongyule Jingkou Gu Bei Pavilion Nostalgia
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Think that year, Jin Ge iron horse, swallowing Wan Li like a tiger.
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou.
Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the beaver temple! Who asked, Lian Po is too old to eat?
He xinlang
What's more, partridge stop, cuckoo cut! Cry until the spring, can't find a place, hate wheatgrass and rest. It has not come, and the world is leaving.
Immediately, the pipa was closed and the black was sealed, and Nagato and Cui Che resigned from Jin Que. See Yanyan and give it to my concubine.
The general's reputation was shattered in many battles. It's a long time to go to Heliang and back to Wan Li. Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow.
It is a strong man, and the elegy is not thorough. The singing bird knows how annoying it is, but it didn't expect it to shed tears and blood. Who * * * me, drunk on the moon?