On Sima Day in Jiangzhou, he was the governor of Zhongzhou.
Plant pines all over the backyard and willows to shade the front.
They are not my soil, I have forgotten to plant them.
This is my house, and the art of renovation is appropriate.
He will take the servants in Pingdan and take command in person in spring.
Move the flowers to cover the warm room, and move the bamboo to cover the cold pond.
The water in the pool turns green, and the pool is fragrant and clear.
Looking for the fragrance and sitting in the water, my heart is full of joy all day long.
One thing can be suitable, but all fates are left behind.
It's like sitting outside the house. I don't know what's going on.
Pipa Pavilion, Song Dynasty, Chen Zao. When you are worried, don’t send Zhu Xian Ming. This sound is more likely to be heard by people who are worried.
When I hear the pipa music by the river, the moon is miserable and the wind is so sad that I feel emotional.
What’s more, missing your wife hurts your loneliness, and the young man is as talented as jade.
A man from Sima Lang Temple in Jiangzhou wrote a letter of remonstrance to the court for exile in the evening.
Trying the wine gently to hold back the tears, opening the bottle and listening to meditate in confusion.
One poem expresses two thoughts, and the remaining sounds are translated into the song and dance feast.
This poem has been famous for thousands of years. When reciting poems, I also admire the pipa girl.
Who regrets that the boat passengers parked in front of the pavilion are quite wandering and miserable.
The old prostitute next door is holding the spring breeze, and this song is used to pour out the wine of sorrow.
Tonight there are only three people in the moonlight, leaning on the railing and screaming in the sky.
Shi served as a distinguished figure in the spring and summer of last year, and his sons entered the Song Dynasty one after another at the turn of autumn and winter. Su Shi's pupils are still clear at dawn, and the thin locust flowers are warm from zero.
While sitting in the Zhugong Banlang Temple, I saw yellow rising from the sky.
(Pu She Lu Gong, his disciple Han Gong, and Zuo Cheng Liu Gong all made great use of their lecture seats.
) The emperor had just broken through the early morning cold, and his tea bowl was still stained by his tongue. Dry.
Your Majesty, all the men are standing in the sky, so you should regret not being a Confucian scholar.
The two cranes are tired and sick, and they have been riding in the pavilion one after another for many years.
Mistakenly hearing that Jiuzou is dancing will lead to wandering and pecking and swallowing.
Even though I was born in a turbulent place, I still have a heart of stone in my old age.
He must be an old layman from Xiangshan. His connections in the world are shallow but his roots are deep.
(Letian removed the governor of Zhongzhou from Sima of Jiangzhou, and made the imperial edict as the host and guest, Lang Zhongzhi, so he paid homage to Zhongshusheren.
Although Shi did not dare to compare himself, he was relegated to Huangzhou After learning about Wendeng, he was called Yicao, and he served as an attendant. The old and young people came from similar backgrounds, so they enjoyed the leisurely enjoyment of this old man's evening festival.
)
Mu Husha Zhu Leiyuan. Song Dynasty* is concerned about suffering. Then he was sad and wept like rain. Relying on the golden platform to be independent, the fragrance has no owner. Heartbroken, the Feng family is jealous of each other. There is a lot of sadness in the random fluttering of Suli beads. Pour into midnight, the copper plate. It's not like the red ice on the cheeks, it's also soaked like a fairy smoke tree. Before Luo Qi's banquet, under the crabapple flowers, those who are promiscuous are often afraid that the phoenix fat will wither. Younger than Luoyang, Sima Jiangzhou, who is more or less determined. Illuminate the mood of separation. Learn life and have sad feelings. I want to have a wonderful wedding in the wedding room, but now it is so lonely, who can secretly collect the jade chopsticks. It can be said that only the golden hairpin has been cleverly supplemented. It's slightly wet, and the powder marks remain the same. Worry is reduced, the dancing waist is slender, the blood is purified, and the face is plump and plump. I am afraid of being shy, but the crimson sarong is there, and the green window accompanies me to examine poetry and books. It is time to stop teaching and take a peek next to the wall. The orchids are crowing the morning dew.
Yu Shi Pipa Xing, Song Dynasty, Fang Hui. If you don’t see me, Mulan is guarding the border. She has been lying in iron armor for twenty years.
I don’t know who composed the ancient Yuefu, but the Mulan chapter has been circulated to this day.
I don’t see Lady Gongsun dancing with swords and moving the world with her squandering money.
I, Du Shaoling, have a long song that makes me energetic every time I read it.
In the Han Dynasty, Emperor Zhaojun was as beautiful as a flower, and he was forced to leave the fortress and ban the wind and sand.
I can't write my sad thoughts immediately, I push my hand for the pi but hold the pipa instead.
Zhaojun died in a green tomb, but the pipa was passed down to the Han family.
Every string and every word is full of resentment, but when you first hear it, you feel happy and end up complaining.
The beauties of the Yan Dynasty were of the Yu family, and the orioles in spring were full of peaches and plums.
The toothed rhinoceros has slightly exposed cinnabar lips, and its hands slowly turn their green onion fingers.
The external tone of the voice is not a rod, but the freehand meaning comes from the palace.
How can it move people to this point when the songs in the song are over?
Sometimes there is no need to sing on the pipa, but the debate is like a ritual, Qin Yong Ben Ke.
Wuchang talks about Red Cliff in the east and west, and Zhusha praises the Yellow River in the north and south.
One torch, one loss, one million losses, so many victories and defeats in ancient and modern times.
I shed tears even when the world is overthrown, and I am worried and helpless.
I don’t have any other hobbies, so I’ll give you a look at how beautiful Zhu is.
The white hair is as passionate as Lotte, and the sleeves of Jiangzhou Sima are wet.
She was not Mulan’s old girl in her previous life, but she may be Gongsun Zhen’s aunt in this life.
Oh, this pipa plays the poem, maybe that’s why your name is so fragrant.
Pipa Xing, Song Dynasty, Bai Yuchan The Yangtze River is so vast that it will last forever, and the river is constantly dancing with fish and dragons.
The reed flowers are blooming and the dusk clouds are sad, and the sky wind blows my guest at Penpu.
As I moved my boat and looked back to think about my old friend, I climbed into the Pipa Pavilion sadly.
The Qin Tianyuan is far above the Pipa Pavilion, and the Chu River is across the river below the Pipa Pavilion.
Oh my ancestor Tang Shaozhuan, Tusita Tianzhong has returned.
A visitor came to lean on the boat and asked the fisherman where the layman of Xiangshan was now.
The ice soul and snow soul cannot be restored, and the waves in Taoshan are empty of Cui Wei.
The Qiangwu startled the water gulls from sleeping, and wandered around the boat on a bright moonlit night.
The autumn wind on the left side of the banished official was miserable, and the moon was dim at dusk on the river.
Nakan can send guests off to listen to the pipa, but he is not sentimental towards the resentful girl.
In the Xiaciling Tomb outside Luoyang City, there is He Pingting, a prostitute.
The flowers are falling, the wedding guests are married, and the guests are staying alone in the boat with the bright moon.
My hand is stroking the pipa and my voice is whining. I pick it up and twist it to soothe it.
The big string is sad and the small string is sad. How can a married woman in a lonely boat not cry?
The colorful clothes just stopped singing, and all four strings made the sound of cracking silk.
The blue sky and the yellow spring are miserable, and the sadness and hatred are unbearable.
It is as cold as an ape swallowing the phoenix tree at night, and it is as warm as the oriole's song in the spring day.
The turning point of the Kun string is like a Hujia, and the palace tune is like a Qiang pipe.
Sima Jiangzhou was heartbroken, and his tears were pouring down in front of the lamp.
The old woman lowered her eyebrows, her face was covered with a pipa, and her clothes were fragrant.
The first bullet is like a bead, then it is like a wisp, and there are two sounds of falling flowers and rain.
Talking about all the clouds and rains in my life are all words of spring flowers and autumn moon.
Luo Yi shed tears and cried to others. I am the wife of the prodigal son of Qinlou.
I have been living in the smoke and dust without returning home. The brothel used to be in the west of Luoyang.
How can I be a concubine when I marry a businessman? I can’t sleep at night with the song Xiao Sao.
The autumn wind breaks the hearts of lay people. The sound of pipa brings tears to my eyes.
The layman moved to Yu Xiaobang to the left, but Ding Nai's ambition has not yet surrendered.
When I hear its music and see its words, thousands of dendrobiums are as sad as the autumn river.
At the foot of the Caolu Mountain on the Jianghua River, the spring river flowers face the autumn moonlit night.
The wind in the river is blowing and the water in the river is cold. I haven’t seen Chang’an for ten years.
At that time, Feng Yue was also sentimental, and she translated and played the pipa for Yi.
The joy and sorrow of lay people are like this woman, and this woman inspires the feelings of lay people.
The layman is still facing this woman's death, and the ancient sound of the pipa is gone.
Bang people built this pavilion on the river, and the pavilion has been launched into the water throughout the ages.
Persimmon leaves turn red, maple leaves turn yellow, and the desolate smoke weighs down the moonlight.
The stars and frost have worn away the old Xiangshan sentence, but the bones of Xiangshan are as cold as frost now.
The vastness of the pavilion, sky, and river is so overwhelming, I think of the ancients and sigh.
There are reeds on both sides of the strait and modern painting buildings, and the country of Anle is in the landscape cave.
The desolate people of Jiang State know themselves, and the Xiangshan Mountains are gone for three hundred autumns.
The Yangtze River does not care about people's hatred, but tears and river waves are not wide enough to flow.
The romantic moon in Jiujiang has no owner, but the lonely moon is still there.
Jiangtou is extremely sad until the third watch, and it is miserable not to play the pipa.
I am the grandson of the ninth generation, and I am fascinated by the virtuous and the nostalgic of the past.
The sad wind is like dancing to pipa tunes, and the mourning birds are like singing to pipa strings.
The ancients have gone and will never return, and the lonely pavilion is lonely and cold in the distance.
The pipa is silent and thousands of boats are crossing, leaving Lushan Mountain to cover the drunken eyes.
Pipa Play by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
I can’t be too drunk to say goodbye happily, and when I say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, saying all the things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly rolled, wiped and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the spring water is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While meditating and plucking the strings, I straighten my clothes and attract guests.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba often teaches talented people how to dress well and make up so that Qiu Niang is jealous of her.
When Wuling was young, he was struggling with his head, and he could not count the number of red silk songs.
The head of the ink is shattered by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother joined the army and my aunt died.
There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Going back and forth to keep the boat empty at the mouth of the river, the moon is shining brightly around the boat and the river is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting.
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
I live near the Huanjiang River in a low-humidity place, and the Huanglu Bamboo Bamboo grows around my house.
In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk. The cuckoo sang and the blood ape screamed.
When the flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are hoarse and mocking and difficult to listen to.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears are temporarily bright as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sad sound is not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house is crying after hearing it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.
Song of Colorful Clothes and Feathered Clothes, He Wei Zhi, Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi, I served Emperor Xian of the Yuan Dynasty in the past, and I once accompanied him to a banquet in Zhaoyang.
Thousands of songs and dances are countless, but the dance of neon clothes is my favorite.
Dance time, cold food, spring breeze, under the jade hook railing in front of the incense table.
The dancer in front of the case had a beautiful face and was not wearing customary clothes.
Hongchang Xiapei steps and shakes the crown, and the pearls are worn numerously.
Pingting seems to be ignoring Luo Qi, listening to her music hanging and walking again and again.
The chime, flute, zither and flute are passed to each other, and the sound of blowing, playing and playing is meandering.
[At the beginning of the music, all the music was uneven, and only gold, stone, silk, and bamboo sounded in sequence.
It was the same at the beginning of the preface to the colorful clothes. ]
The six pieces of the preface are still undressed, and the clouds on the balcony are lingering.
[There is no beat in the six times of the preface, so there is no dancing. ]
In the middle of the sequence, the film is about to be filmed, and the bamboo poles crack in the autumn and the ice is torn apart in the spring.
[The beat begins in the middle sequence, also known as the beat sequence. ]
Floatingly whirling back to the light snow, sending off the wandering dragon with a smile.
The willow behind the small hanging hand is weak, and the clouds are about to grow when the train is slanted.
[The four sentences are all the beginning of neon dance. ]
The tobacco moth is in a state of despair, its sleeves are low and emotionless.
Shang Yuan ordered the servant girl to attract the green calyx, and the Queen Mother waved goodbye to Fei Qiong.
[Xu Feiqiong and Calyx Luhua are both female fairies. ]
The complex sound is repeated twelve times, but the dancing pearls shake the jade.
[The song of colorful clothes ends twelve times. ]
The flying luan dances but folds its wings, and the croaking crane finally makes a long sound.
[When the song is about to end, the beats are all accelerated, but at the end of the colorful clothes, there is a long lead sound
. ]
At that time, I was shocked to see it, but it was not enough to stare and listen.
I have been in this world for eight or nine years, and I have never heard this song before.
In Huancheng, I only heard the mandrills talking, and in Baxia, I only heard the cuckoos crying.
[I was transferred from Sima Jiangzhou to the governor of Zhongzhou. ]
On the second year after I moved to Qian Tang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu.
The exquisite harp and harp are good for the zheng, and the harp and harp of Chen Chong are heavy and smooth.
The clear strings, crisp pipes and slender hands can teach you how to make colorful clothes.
[From Linglong on down, everyone is known as a prostitute in Hangzhou. ]
By the lake in front of Xubai Pavilion, you should only press it three times before and after.
Except for the concubines, they abandoned them. After hearing the truth, they all dispersed.
I arrived in Suzhou in May this year, and it was time for me to grow old at dawn and dusk.
The greedy reading of documents often invades the night, and I don’t listen to Sheng songs until autumn.
Autumn comes and there is nothing much to do and I am bored. Suddenly I recall the colorful clothes and have nowhere to ask.
I heard that there are many musicians in your department, and I asked if there are any dancers in colorful clothes?
Answer: Among the 100,000 households in the seven counties, no one knows that there is dancing in neon clothes.
Only send me a long song, inscribed with the score of colorful clothes and feathers.
The four flower papers are blue and red, and the colorful clothes are recorded in them.
Thousands of postures are clearly visible, just like the Zhaoyang dancers.
It is as if I can see the form before my eyes, and the past and present are the same.
Suspicion is summoned from Yunmeng, as if it were written out of a painting.
I love neon clothes, Jun Hezhi, which comes from singing and forming poetry.
If you don’t see me, I will sing clouds and break my colorful clothes and feathers.
[Song of Everlasting Regret. ]
See you again, my poem says, I loved the colorful clothes before they were photographed.
[Qian Tang Shiyun. ]
Originally, everything has its own master, Yang created the voice and created the music.
[In the middle of Kaiyuan Dynasty, Yang Jingshu made the governor of Xiliang Mansion. ]
You said that this dance is rare, and it must be a poor girl in the city.
The Wu Yao and Xiao Yu flew into smoke, and the more beautiful Xi Shi turned into earth.
[After the death of Fu Chai’s daughter Xiaoyu, she appeared in the king’s presence. His mother hugged him, and his eyes were as soft as smoke. ]
The delicate smile of delicate flowers has been lonely for a long time, and the place where the baby's house is filled with lily flowers is empty.
As you said, it is true. Please listen to me calmly.
If you want the beauty of the country, I will start to translate it, but I am afraid that this dance will be abandoned in the world.
The advantages and disadvantages of Yanyi are far apart, and most of them are only praised by others.
Li Juan Zhang Tsaijun is not too dissatisfied, but also plans to teach you what is appropriate.
[Juan, Tao, the name of Su prostitute. ]
He traveled southeast and sent a hundred rhymes to Tongzhou Yuanjiushi to Lizhou Li Shiyi. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty went south through Sanchu and came east through five lakes.
Look at the waiting hall on the top of the mountain, and ask about the journey on the water.
The earth is far away from the Qingjiang River, and the sky is as low as the sea.
Floating like fallen leaves, mighty like riding on a canopy.
Gradually I realized that my hometown was different, and I knew that the local products were different.
The Yiyin language is mocking, and the barbaric smile is Sui Xu.
The water market is full of shopping malls, and the Yan Village is full of boats and boats.
Officials levied taxes on fishermen, and people paid land rent.
The first day brings shrimps and crabs, and the Yin year brings enough tigers and cockroaches.
The adult male is a 丱, and the ghost girl is a witch.
The towers are dark with rampant women, and the dikes are noisy with peddlers.
The night boat is rented, and the spring wine is sold out of bottles.
I saw a lot of tangerine fruits, and when I heard the birds, I heard a partridge.
The folk song ape sings alone, and the wild weeping birds call each other.
The mountains and clouds form stacks, and the rivers and rivers are filled with water.
The moon moves the crane and the wind blows.
Ao blocks the tide without faith, and a dragon stirs up the waves without fear.
The Ming River beats the drum, and the mirage forms a floating picture.
The trees are split into mandrill holes, and the sand contains water.
The panting ox plows the purple taro, and the emaciated horse herds the green wild rice.
Whose maid is embroidering the face? How old is Crow Head slave?
Pick water chestnuts from the mud and collect firewood after burning.
I am tired of cooking turtles in the tripod, and I am tired of cooking seabass in a fishy dish.
Zhong Yi only fell in love with Chu, while Zhang Han longed for Wu.
The air sequence is cool and then hot, and the time is falling again.
The side of the body is like a vine, and the year is close to a mulberry tree.
The countryside in Weibei is in ruins, and the years in Jiangxi are passing by.
The memory of return is always miserable, and the nostalgia is hesitant.
Since I was a guest of Xian and Qin Dynasties, I thought I was Zou Luru.
It contains the art of classics and states, and it is easy to abandon the pass.
The power of endowment can conquer the parrot, and the sharpness of words can rival the windlass.
Zhan Wen dropped the martingale again, and his shooting strategy curved.
Cui Du's whips came down, and Yuan Wei's bridles drove together.
The reputation is better than Yang Ma, and Xiao Zhu is better than Xiao Zhu.
The affairs of the world are lightly scrutinized, and Zhou Xing covets them.
Winds and clouds all converge, and rain and dew are all wet.
When *** encounters promotion and prosperity, he feels ashamed of his weak body.
The Ming Dynasty continues all night long, and the ceremony begins in the morning.
The beautiful clothes are awarded to the palace, and the treasures are sent to the imperial chef.
Discuss Gaotong White Tiger, admonish Qie Qingpu.
We went to the Baidian Palace to accompany the banquet, and walked to the Flower House to look at the palace.
The sacred flags are fluttering with birds and beasts, and the sounds of nature move the sheng and taro.
The sword and sword shine brightly, and the fish and dragon are driven by electricity.
Determine the scene and arrange Yue tricks to promote the entry into Wu Ju.
Piaomiao is suspicious of fairy music, but Chanjuan is better than painting.
The singing servant girl lowers her emerald feathers, and dances with sweat and sheds red beads.
Don’t choose a casual companion, but a potential drinker.
One cup of sorrow has been broken, but three cups of qi are thicker.
Soft and beautiful enemy wine, quiet and leisurely Ge's Shu.
Ten thousand squares can fight, and twenty-eight squares are enough.
Talking about laughing at Hu Lv, talking about pity for Gong Yao.
Li Han still has a short sinus, and Yu Zui is even more wilted.
The pommel horse calls for guidance, and the dice plate calls for defeat.
The long driving wave rolls white, and the continuous throwing makes it become Lu.
[Dice plate, Juan Baibo, Mo Zou, pommel horse, all were in the drinking order at that time. ]
I frequently skipped the table and drank strictly from the bowl.
You can drink it if you are full of it, but you can’t help it if you are tired.
Enter the grass in the center of sight, and ride on the horse in the inner stable.
When I was drunk, I rushed to the prime minister, but I was arrogant and did not bow to King Wu.
Although the kindness is great in recent days, the clouds are high but the power is lonely.
I fell into the sky and fell into the mud.
Bo Wang moved his family registration, and he was appointed as the talisman of Xunyang County.
[I became the Sima of Jiangzhou from Prince Zanshan. ]
When the weather turns cold and hot, worldly fortunes are worth a penny.
I will say goodbye to Shuangque today and leave Jiuqu in the Ming Dynasty.
The emperor moved to different counties and counties and left Kyoto one after another.
[In the spring of ten years, Wei Zhi moved to Tongzhou. In the autumn of that year, I went out to Zuoxun Yang. Next autumn, Lao Zhi will go out to herd Lizhou, Cui Erer will go out to herd Guozhou, and Wei Da will go out to herd Kaizhou. ]
There are three stations in the Qinling Mountains and two stations in the Shangshan Mountains.
[In the dangerous road of Shangshan, there are two gates, the east and the west. ]
Xianyang Pavilion is lonely and the road to Xiakou is rugged.
The road is full of thorns, and all the branches are stuck.
The police at Jiangguan were not withdrawn, but the Huai bandits were still punished.
[At that time, Huaixi was not at peace, and I passed by the border between Xiang and Hubei. This was what I saw. ]
The forest faces the East and West Temple, and the mountain separates the aunt and uncle.
[Donglin and Xilin Temples are located in the north of Lushan Mountain. Auntie and sister-in-law are in the south of Lushan Mountain
Pengli Lake. ]
The lotus in Lufeng is carved and cut, and the water in Penpu is lingering.
[Lianhua Peak is in the north of Lushan Mountain and Panshui is in the south of Jiangcheng. He Xun's poem says:
"The city faces the water, and the water lingers like a belt."]
The nine factions swallowed up the green grass, and the lonely city was covered with green grass.
[Nine sects of Xunyang River, Nantong Qingcao and Dongting Lake. The southern city wall is mostly covered with grass. ]
The bells are silent at dusk, and the corners of dawn are whining.
The spring scenery leaves the willow tree behind, and the autumn sound reaches Jingwu.
The remaining fragrance is sad, and I feel the dogwood in the twilight festival.
The pistils are golden chrysanthemums, and the flowers are floating in the snow and the reeds are falling.
The red sun is setting, and the white sand is spread out by the moon.
I often see bamboo shoots in the forest, and often scare the swallows to attract their chicks.
How fleeting is the passage of time, and youth does not even take a moment.
I meditate on the eternity, and think about the eight districts in the vastness.
What’s the story behind Kong Qiongyuan? What's Yan Yao's fault?
The dragon’s wisdom is like a graveyard, and the tortoise’s spirit is like a corpse.
The poor passage should be determined, and the sage cannot surpass it.
Because of my own incompetence, I will be caught in his misfortune.
Drifting with the sea, hammered and forged in the furnace.
If you encounter dangers and obstacles, your life will be delayed.
Shen Ming consumes the spirit, poverty and hunger consume the skin.
It prevents miasma and residual medicine, welcomes cold and repairs old clothes.
Crickets chirp on the study bed, and spiders on the piano box web.
The poor house is like a hanging chime, full of worry and drama.
Sometimes I was pointed out by others, and often teased by ghosts.
Wuwu is suspicious of dreams, and half-consciousness is stupidity.
The girl was so frightened that she couldn’t afford to go to court, and the wife cried out at night.
Thousands of miles away from friends, three years apart.
It is natural to be sad about gatherings and separations, but not about prosperity and decline.
After getting rid of malaria in the summer, eight people will die this spring.
Is Tianya Shu reached? Weeping under the spring, knowing nothing?
[Last year I heard that there was a malaria epidemic in Yuanjiu, but the book was not reported. This spring I heard that Xi Ba
died. If we go back to each other for a long time, we can have no regrets.
]
I write poems that are full of volumes, and empty bottles of wine are filled with wine.
Only adding new hope, how can we restore the old joy.
Ambition is extinguished by sorrow, and appearance is reduced by illness.
You should not recognize him when you meet him, his jaw is full of white mustache.