Five Laws·Untitled
The four seasons change and never end.
The rivers are still tireless, what will the years do?
Ambition is hard to reward, and sorrow is even more difficult to separate.
When the long song of hatred has not stopped, when the flowers fall after drinking too much.
Five Unique · Untitled
The lonely grave is surrounded by wild grass, and there is no way to relieve the desolation.
Listening to the wind whispers melancholy, staring into the distance.
Qi Jue · Untitled
The spring flowers cannot be left behind in the river moon, and the light sorrow will overflow the evening and come autumn.
How can I remember my romantic youth? The world is stained with snow and all my hair is white.
Five Unique · Untitled
If a mirror shines on you year after year, you should know that the mirror has deteriorated.
Snow is still falling in front of the window, silently dyeing my hair.
Five Unique · Untitled
It’s cold at night against the wall, and the lights are shining brightly on the curtains.
Looking at the night of lovesickness for a long time, heavy snow is flying on thousands of mountains.
Qilu · Feelings of the Martyrs Cemetery
Carrying the wind, frost, rain and snow on one shoulder, the vicissitudes of the righteous path cannot be overcome.
A million souls and green bamboo bones, eight years of blood and tears as a daughter.
Steaming clouds gradually rise from the green mountains, and the rising sun shines on the river.
Don’t forget to mourn the old country in its prosperity. The forest of steles is filled with sadness every time you pass by.
Linjiangxian · It is difficult to tell the truth from the false with the light of wine
It is difficult to tell the true from the false with the light of wine, and the heat and coolness can only be seen with the depth of words.
Human feelings only take time to think about. When spring comes, there are clusters of flowers, and when autumn leaves, there are bright leaves.
Among the drifting men and women in the world, who is the mandarin duck with whom?
The old cow and tender grass are lying in the west chamber. The majestic wind is subtle and thin, and the skin is white.
Qilu·Childhood
Fishing and playing in the river, wearing a flower crown and lying in front of a horse.
Riding dogs and chasing clouds to celebrate the day, kowtow to celebrate the new year.
After secretly tasting the wine and getting drunk, it is absolutely true that I love listening to storytelling.
All the figures in the painting are like gods in the dream.
Qilu·Childhood
There was a time when childhood was gone, and I was still ashamed to draw a map when I woke up from a dream.
Climb trees and walls to dig out bird eggs, fish in the water and play with marbles.
A knife on the waist shows heroic spirit, and two strokes on the cheek trace a mustache.
If you want to get innocence, you can only remember it, but you can't sell it if the gold and silver are gone.
Wulu · Women’s Worry
When you are worried about the year, you can use the word wild goose, and send the sun to play the flute.
The moon is shining brightly, and the cicadas are mourning the two places.
The breeze carries old dreams, and the cold rain carries the remaining nights.
Thinking of you, I shed tears and watch the flowers wither.
Five Rhymes·Untitled
Traveling in exile and homesickness was painful, and it took three years to make clothes made of tears.
The spring breeze kills the thin bones, and the night rain hits the fairies.
The yellow leaves go with the flow, and the green ribbons return with snow.
The old dog barks in front of the door, a long-lost sight of an old friend.
Five Rhythms · Untitled
No flowers, no moonlight*, the distant flute echoes in the night.
Only shadows are cast on the cold wall, and colorful kites are hung on the windows.
Adding a cup makes it difficult to get drunk, cutting a candle makes you miss me even more.
Vomiting all the blood of lovesickness, I couldn’t dream all night long.
Wulu·Untitled
The flowers in the small garden are fading, and the wild geese are flying south outside the fence.
The scenery* is accompanied by light clouds, the sound of wind and the gentle dusk.
Don’t pity the new moon, only love the old beauty.
Old wine knows people's feelings, and warms plain curtains on a cold night.
Five unique skills: Fishing
A thread of white water hangs, and you sit with the fish to meditate.
The heart of the green pole is bait, just waiting for a chance.
Qilu·Untitled
I have forgotten my hometown for five years, and the dust should cover up the old glory.
Let her thank you with tears in her eyes, and let me take care of myself alone.
We share the same feelings for the ancient moon, but we can’t bear to wake up from our dreams and hate the end of the world.
How much affection can be recalled is often the overnight tea of ??life.
Qing Ping Le ·
Qing Chan sadly bid farewell to the Double Ninth Festival. The west wind has not stopped its sorrow all night, and the garden is full of fragrant fragrance at first.
When does a cup of morning herbal tea taste bitter and astringent? Thousands of emotions in the future will only be towards the end of the world from now on.
Butterfly Loves Flower·Untitled
Another year of flower life is hard, and I want to fall in love with the setting sun, but only the clouds are low at dusk. After thanking you, do you know where Fang Fei is going? The storm is coming in the small garden.
In dreams, life is empty, unloving, and always desolate. How much fun is left? In front of the branches, I miss my couple every year.
Qi Jue · Untitled
Last year, one of the flowers in the small garden scenery was familiar to me and never moved away.
Every year the branches bloom and fail, this flower is not an old acquaintance.
Qi Jue · Old Man in the Park
I have sat with my hands on my shoulders several times, and I have always loved flying kites at dusk.
Today, my wife is not here beside the chair, so why not just look at her for the rest of my life?
Reminiscing about playing the flute on the Phoenix Stage ·
Weeping in the empty bottle at night, the stars are falling in the sky, and the strings are condensed but still want to speak. The patient becomes thin after drinking, and becomes a prisoner of the heart.
A pavilion of desolate past events has been given away, leaving it cold and clear. From now on, the morning clouds and dusk rains are full of new sorrows.
The courtyard is full of stunning beauty*, all of them have lost their youth, and their dreams are broken in the west tower. I just sigh and shed tears of lovesickness, and my head is white.
At this time, the country is old, the joy is thin, and the hatred is hard to bear. In the end, I still look forward to seeing the old fate and looking back over and over again.
Qilu·Ten years of busy running around (wheel style)
(1)
After ten years of busy running around, you have to spend money to achieve everything.
The hot pot meat skewers and wine must be good, and the guests in the bathing karaoke bar will enjoy it even more.
Looking at the apricot color in front of the hotel desk, I will see Chanjuan in Wushan dream.
After the stormy night calmed down, he became a sage in the world.
(2)
The hair in this world is getting thinner every year, and I have been busy for another ten years.
First drink three ounces of wine when treating guests, and pass a cigarette to everyone.
Guanfu scolded him for making it difficult to achieve anything while sitting down, and the strongman took off his boots to exercise power.
I have people from all over the world helping me, and it is easy to get around the temple.
(3)
Since ancient times, many poets have been frustrated, and their beautiful chapters are not worth half a penny.
There are still thousands of volumes of leisure and leisure, and another ten years of busy running.
Performance diplomas are all fake, and records of model workers are also passed down in vain.
During the examination, I kept my eyes half open, and every time I pushed my glass to pay homage to the wine master.
(4)
Jiangnan has experienced rough times for three years, and its vitality and blood are stronger than those of the sages.
I just know that life is hard to fulfill your purpose, but who knows that the world is full of troubles and meditation.
After taking some time off to finish writing, I have been busy for another ten years.
After trying all the red and black colors, the corners and edges of the whole body will be rounded.
(5)
If you savor life for a long time, it is like a bitter lotus. You might as well stay drunk and sleep in flowers for a long time.
The breeze comes like a dream, and the drizzle goes away like smoke.
With the phoenix climbing the dragon, chasing red and green will lead to fewer opportunities.
It’s been ten years since I’ve been busy and busy.
Wujue·Two poems about autumn
(1)
The independent shadow of the sycamore tree, the autumn light is gradually deepening.
After sighing at the flowers, the young heart becomes old.
(2)
It rained for three days in the wild pavilion, and the wind and fog caused the tide.
One leaf knows the meaning of autumn, and thousands of mountains are lonely.
Magnolia·Autumn Flower Thoughts
The soul of the flower has fallen away and the autumn wind has attracted it, and the bright moon does not know whether spring is far or near.
I sighed softly at how sad I was, and asked the top of the willow branches.
The most important thing is that Dongjun has no faith and only hates the fragrance of plum blossoms.
The past events of the coming year will be like mud in the snow, and the worries will remain in the sky.
Qi Jue · Untitled
A black yarn rises in the western suburbs, with millions of families based on it.
If everything is done for the people, the bricks and tiles will easily become mulberry and hemp.
Partridge Sky ·
The hibiscus pistils in the small courtyard are red, and I pick up many poems to recall old encounters.
When we get together, we feel like spring rain, and after parting we feel like September wind.
The fragrance is not exhausted yet, but the dew is beginning to grow. The whole court sighed to the sky.
Wangshu refused to stay away from others, but only looked at himself in the quiet pool.
Qilu·Visiting Qingyan Temple
As soon as I step on the Qingyan Rock, I feel like thinking about it.
Along the rugged forest road, there are scattered notes on Gaoxiang Temple.
There are many venerables in front of the merit monument, and the Buddha's head is tilted in the realm of emptiness.
The red rope ties the affairs of the heart, just waiting for him to succeed in the old year.
Qilu · Road (New Rhyme)
In the past, the road was broken and difficult to pass, and the rain caused deep water holes.
Birds come and go with joy, but ordinary people come and go without feathers.
Today’s paved roads are like bright mirrors, and new bridges are built like rainbows.
Flowers and plants are facing the wind, and green barriers are connected, and carriages and horses ride in the shade amid paintings.