one
Yellow flowers are used as pillow bags, and the curved screen is deeply fragrant. Call back the dream of 43 years, no one said it was heartbreak.
Secondly,
I wrote a poem about chrysanthemum pillow the other day, and I made a residual draft to lock the spider silk. Everything in the world is exhausted, only fragrance is as old as before.
Sixty-eight-year-old, and swim in shenyuan, writing poetry. Small sequence cloud:
South of Yuji Temple, there is a small garden in Shen Shi. Forty years ago, I tasted the small wall. Even after I arrived, the garden has changed hands three times, and I was disappointed to see it.
When the maple leaves turn yellow, the rivers worry about the new frost. Looking back at Lin Ting's emptiness, who can say that Lu Quan is heartbroken?
The old topic of bad wall is dusty desert, and the dream of breaking clouds is boundless. Over the years, my delusion has been eliminated, and I have returned to the shrine to burn incense.
Wan, 75, died nearly 40 years ago. I revisited Shenyuan and wrote two quatrains in Shenyuan.
one
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
Secondly,
After 40 years of dreams, the willow in Shenyuan never flies. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Eighty-one-year-old, sleepwalking in Shenyuan. Wake up, the department of emotion. Make a poem:
one
The road near the south of the city has been afraid to walk, and Shen Jiayuan's injury is even heavier. Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring.
Secondly,
The small stranger in the south of the city is spring, and only the plum blossoms are gone. Jade bone has been under the spring for a long time, and the ink mark is still locked in the wall.
Eighty-four years old, only one year before his death, he swam to Shenyuan again regardless of his old age and infirmity. Write a poem "Spring outing":
The flowers of Shenjiayuan are like brocade, and I knew half of them that year. It is also a beauty that will die, and it is too late to dream!
Hao Cheng
flat
Nothing is idle when idle, nothing is red when sleeping.
Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with others at any time.
The Tao physically connects heaven and earth, and ideologically enters a state of metamorphosis.
Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.
Yueyuedian
On the moon slope, there are four wandering banks, and in the north, there are platforms hundreds of feet.
Everything changed with the breath of autumn, and the chat in one night was very cool.
In Shui Xin, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the springs under the forest come quietly.
There is no reason to do anything in the world, but every good thing saves money and has company.
Doing things in the suburbs is doing things.
When Fiona Fang's green fields roam freely, spring enters the surrounding mountains and gardens.
Sandy ran through Liuxiang, trapped in flowing water, and sat in Diji.
Don't say goodbye to a glass of wine, lest the wind and flowers fly away.
It's sunny and cloudless, so you might as well go swimming and don't forget to come back.
Occasionally in spring
There were faint clouds in the sky, and the wind blew on my face. At this time, it was noon, and I walked through the flowers and along the green willows, and unconsciously came to the river. When people don't know leisure, they will be called learning from teenagers.
Topic Huainan Temple
Go to the north and have a rest, and Chu Jiangqiu will be blown away by the white sky. Taoist priests do not grieve for autumn, but for the mountains at night.
Yang Wanli
Su Xinshi xugong branch
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Lakeside temple at dawn
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Transparent small container
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Early summer seclusion, nap.
Plums taste very sour, and after eating, the residual acid is still between the teeth; The banana is growing, and the green is against the screen. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
Crossing a Hundred Schools and Four Sexes (Part Two)
The flowers in the garden are all white and red. Mo Wen's early travels were amazing, and wild incense came from all directions.
Through a hundred schools, four quatrains (4)
It's sunny and rainy, the roads are wet and dry, and the mountains are half light and half thick. In the distant grass, you can see the back of the cow, and there are people in the new seedling.
Game pen
Wild chrysanthemums and wild moss each cast money, and golden verdigris competed for beauty; God gives money to poor poets, only to buy sorrow and not to buy fields.
chen shidao
Quatrain
It is difficult to read happily, and guests can't come when they have time.
Things are the opposite of each other When will you get pregnant?
the Chen Dynasty
Linjiangxian
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.
It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.
Besides staying up late and having another glass of wine, it will be bright tomorrow.
The mountain road in Wanli township is impassable, and the festival is full of worries.
It must be spring wine to urge guests to sleep, and old plum blossoms are the breeze.
Except at night, Daguang is a wedding at night.
Have a glass of wine and sit and watch the New Year Temple Fair.
I'm afraid the plum blossom will be old tomorrow, and the night bottle will be relatively cold.
Two songs except night.
The firecrackers in the city have been damaged and the new moon has blown across the river.
The troubled sideburns change with the festival, and the lights are bright to people.
Compared with the old year, it is pleasant to say, but it is amazing to flow.
Tomorrow, I will go to Yueyang Tower to see the island fog and spring life.
Two songs except night.
Wan Li's rivers and lakes are haggard, and the drums in the streets in winter and winter tide wait for no man.
Just worry about the plum blossom growing old all night, and see Xiao Fuchun.
spring chill
In February, Baling was windy, and the cold spring was not over.
Haitang blushed without hesitation and drizzled independently.
Respondents:1033481291| Level II | 2010-12-618: 36 | Reporting.
At the age of twenty, Lu You wrote "Poetry of Chrysanthemum Pillow", which was lost. Sixty-three-year-old, has been to Shenyuan Garden, and was moved by what he saw. I have a poem that says:
one
Yellow flowers are used as pillow bags, and the curved screen is deeply fragrant. Call back the dream of 43 years, no one said it was heartbreak.
Secondly,
I wrote a poem about chrysanthemum pillow the other day, and I made a residual draft to lock the spider silk. Everything in the world is exhausted, only fragrance is as old as before.
Sixty-eight-year-old, and swim in shenyuan, writing poetry. Small sequence cloud:
South of Yuji Temple, there is a small garden in Shen Shi. Forty years ago, I tasted the small wall. Even after I arrived, the garden has changed hands three times, and I was disappointed to see it.
When the maple leaves turn yellow, the rivers worry about the new frost. Looking back at Lin Ting's emptiness, who can say that Lu Quan is heartbroken?
The old topic of bad wall is dusty desert, and the dream of breaking clouds is boundless. Over the years, my delusion has been eliminated, and I have returned to the shrine to burn incense.
Wan, 75, died nearly 40 years ago. I revisited Shenyuan and wrote two quatrains in Shenyuan.
one
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
Secondly,
After 40 years of dreams, the willow in Shenyuan never flies. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Eighty-one-year-old, sleepwalking in Shenyuan. Wake up, the department of emotion. Make a poem:
one
The road near the south of the city has been afraid to walk, and Shen Jiayuan's injury is even heavier. Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring.
Secondly,
The small stranger in the south of the city is spring, and only the plum blossoms are gone. Jade bone has been under the spring for a long time, and the ink mark is still locked in the wall.
Eighty-four years old, only one year before his death, he swam to Shenyuan again regardless of his old age and infirmity. Write a poem "Spring outing":
The flowers of Shenjiayuan are like brocade, and I knew half of them that year. It is also a beauty that will die, and it is too late to dream!
Hao Cheng
flat
Nothing is idle when idle, nothing is red when sleeping.
Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with others at any time.
The Tao physically connects heaven and earth, and ideologically enters a state of metamorphosis.
Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.
Yueyuedian
On the moon slope, there are four wandering banks, and in the north, there are platforms hundreds of feet.
Everything changed with the breath of autumn, and the chat in one night was very cool.
In Shui Xin, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the springs under the forest come quietly.
There is no reason to do anything in the world, but every good thing saves money and has company.
Doing things in the suburbs is doing things.
When Fiona Fang's green fields roam freely, spring enters the surrounding mountains and gardens.
Sandy ran through Liuxiang, trapped in flowing water, and sat in Diji.
Don't say goodbye to a glass of wine, lest the wind and flowers fly away.
It's sunny and cloudless, so you might as well go swimming and don't forget to come back.
Occasionally in spring
There were faint clouds in the sky, and the wind blew on my face. At this time, it was noon, and I walked through the flowers and along the green willows, and unconsciously came to the river. When people don't know leisure, they will be called learning from teenagers.
Topic Huainan Temple
Go to the north and have a rest, and Chu Jiangqiu will be blown away by the white sky. Taoist priests do not grieve for autumn, but for the mountains at night.
Yang Wanli
Su Xinshi xugong branch
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Lakeside temple at dawn
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Transparent small container
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Early summer seclusion, nap.
Plums taste very sour, and after eating, the residual acid is still between the teeth; The banana is growing, and the green is against the screen. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
Crossing a Hundred Schools and Four Sexes (Part Two)
The flowers in the garden are all white and red. Mo Wen's early travels were amazing, and wild incense came from all directions.
Through a hundred schools, four quatrains (4)
It's sunny and rainy, the roads are wet and dry, and the mountains are half light and half thick. In the distant grass, you can see the back of the cow, and there are people in the new seedling.
Game pen
Wild chrysanthemums and wild moss each cast money, and golden verdigris competed for beauty; God gives money to poor poets, only to buy sorrow and not to buy fields.
chen shidao
Quatrain
It is difficult to read happily, and guests can't come when they have time.
Things are the opposite of each other When will you get pregnant?
the Chen Dynasty
Linjiangxian
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.
It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.
Besides staying up late and having another glass of wine, it will be bright tomorrow.
The mountain road in Wanli township is impassable, and the festival is full of worries.
It must be spring wine to urge guests to sleep, and old plum blossoms are the breeze.
Except at night, Daguang is a wedding at night.
Have a glass of wine and sit and watch the New Year Temple Fair.
I'm afraid the plum blossom will be old tomorrow, and the night bottle will be relatively cold.
Two songs except night.
The firecrackers in the city have been damaged and the new moon has blown across the river.
The troubled sideburns change with the festival, and the lights are bright to people.
Compared with the old year, it is pleasant to say, but it is amazing to flow.
Tomorrow, I will go to Yueyang Tower to see the island fog and spring life.
Two songs except night.
Wan Li's rivers and lakes are haggard, and the drums in the streets in winter and winter tide wait for no man.
Just worry about the plum blossom growing old all night, and see Xiao Fuchun.
spring chill
In February, Baling was windy, and the cold spring was not over.
Begonia is not afraid of rouge color, independent and drizzly. 1 1 April 4th, it was stormy.
I don't feel sorry for myself in a remote village.
Think about keeping the wheel platform for the country.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
Ma Tie Glacier is red and crisp in dreams and is willing to tear Qiongbao to pieces.
Explore whether the south branch has all opened,
I don't know how much fragrance it contains,
But seeing that the package is infinite.
The Taoist priest languishes at the bottom of the spring window,
Bored and depressed,
Come and have a drink if you want,
It may not be windy in the Ming Dynasty.
Poetry:
The evening breeze is not allowed to distinguish the ripples, but it makes the heavy curtain fall to the ground.
The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes. References:
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