The biggest feature is that the imagination is rich and strange, and the language is magnificent and strange.
outer city wall
Huatuo wove shallots and beautiful gold rings. Hoof rumbling, entrance like a rainbow.
Yun is a gifted scholar and a great writer in Tokyo.
Twenty-eight nights, Luo's heart, your heart. The sound in front of the temple is empty, and the pen fills the nature.
Pang Mei's readers feel autumn, and hay gives birth to Chinese style. I hung up my wings today, and I won't be ashamed to be a snake or a dragon one day.
Dreams in the sky
It's very sad, the old rabbit and the old toad are moaning in a low voice, the moonlight is off, and the cloud floor and cloud house are pale. The jade wheel rolled with dew and wet the surrounding light and shadow. Mo Yan in Guihua Lane once met the fairy of Lu 'an-E.
Looking at the three sacred mountains under the vast sea, things are changing like horses. Looking at China's nine points and nine points, the water in Na Pianhai is as shallow as pouring out of a cup.
Yanmen satrap
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold. In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy. I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
To the hotel.
I am a poor and pitiful wanderer, just to drink all my sorrows and joys. I wish you good health, wine owner. That year, my father went to the west and spent money in a foreign land. The broken willow at the door of my house disappeared.
Well, I heard that when Ma Zhou was a guest in Sanfeng, it was old and deserted. A few short lines won the favor of the emperor.
I have lost my soul and can't call it back. A rooster, the world is bright. A teenager's heart is like a cloud. Who wants to sit cold?
Li ping's quotations
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
Preface to Chinese songs in Jin Tong's Ci-Hua.
In August of the ninth year of Qinglong in Wei Mingdi, imperial secretary was ordered to pull a rickshaw from the west to pick up the immortal exposed by Han Xiaowu and set up a front hall. The palace official dismantled the dish, and the immortal burst into tears. Sun, the king of the Tang Dynasty, wrote an immortal China song "Speech".
Liu Lang, a guest of autumn wind in Maoling, heard of Ma Si's sacrifice at night. The osmanthus tree in the painting column hangs autumn fragrance, and the soil in the thirty-six palaces is green.
Wei Guan led the car thousands of miles, and the sour wind in Dongguan shot at his eyes. Empty sent John out of the palace door, thinking of your tears like lead water.
Declining orchid sends guests to Xianyang road, if the sky is old! The lonely moon is bleak, and the acropolis is low.
Qin Wang drinks alcohol
The king of Qin rode a tiger to swim the eight poles, and the sword was shining through the sky. Xi He knocked on the glass, snatched the ashes and kept flying.
The tap pours wine and invites wine stars, and the golden flute and pipa crow at night. Dongting came to blowing sheng in the rain and got drunk on the moon.
Silver clouds comb Yao Dian Ming, palace gate report. The flower house is beautiful and ugly, the sea is red and fragrant, and the yellow goose dances for thousands of years.
The immortal candle tree is lighter than wax smoke, and the piano is drunk with tears.
Han's Song of Drinking
The royal clothes are covered with frost and dew, and the sky is full of thorns. The autumn dust gesture of the golden seal is not embellished by anyone.
Yutang sings and goes to sleep, and the fragrant forest is separated from the smoke tree. What's the advantage of singing on Yunyang stage and crying in ghosts?
The iron sword is always bright and is often coerced and lured. A strong owl eats the mother's heart and rushes to the soul.
Weep at each other, tears like waves. It is better to use sake than to be yellow.
Don't say that Yushan is decadent, and there is no drinking color. Heaven encourages, but heaven is few.
There is no place to stretch the ear curtain, how to look at the pine and cypress. My body is surrounded by day, and your soul is silent at night.
Moths have long eyebrows and a white neck. He is reserved for the sunshine and refuses to look at Nanmo.
Huan Zi Back to Gig Xu Lian
When Yu Jianwu was in Liang, he tasted palace ballads in response to the prince. The situation in the country has been defeated, so I should dive into the predicament before returning to China. The servant meant to have an inheritance, but he got nothing today, so he pretended to collect songs from himself to make up for his sadness.
The wild pink pepper wall is yellow, and the wet fireflies are full of Liang Dian. Taicheng wants to teach Qiu Meng of bronze chariots.
Wu Shuang pointed to his temple, and his body was already late, Thompson. Say goodbye to the goldfish and keep me humble.
The old lady picks jade songs.
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step. I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.
The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears. The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The fir and cypress are whistling in the wind and rain, and the rope is green at the foot of the spring. The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
Wild song
Crow feather arrow mountain sang bow, face upwards shot down the title of Lu Hong. Hemp clothes are black and fat. They pounce on the north wind and bring wine to the fields in the evening.
People's hearts are not poor, and glory is not equal to anger. The cold wind has turned into spring willow, and the rows are full of smoke.
The painful days are short.
Fly away and advise you to have a drink. I don't know if the sky is high and the land is thick.
Only when the moon is cold and the weather is warm, come to fry life. Eating bears is fat, eating frogs is thin.
Where is the God King? Does Tai Yi 'an have it? If there is a forest in Tiandong, the next title is Candle dragon.
I will chop off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat so that it can't go back at night.
Natural elders don't die, and young people don't cry. What is gold and white jade?
Who is Ren Gongzi riding a white donkey in the cloud? Liu Che Mausoleum is full of stagnant bones, while Ying Zheng catalpa coffin costs abalone.
Twenty-three horse poems
Fifth, the desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.
Thirteen poems in Nanyuan
One of the vines of flowers and grass is in sight, and Xiaobai has Yue Nv's red cheeks. Poor sunset fragrance, marriage and spring breeze do not need media.
Why don't the fifth person take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan? If you are a scholar Wan Huhou, please go to Lingyange temporarily.
Sixth, the old vulture, Xiao Yue hangs a jade bow as a curtain. I don't see the three seas every year, and the article cries autumn wind.
Four new bamboo shoots in Changgu Beiyuan
One is to cut the jade with a long pole, and you can see that the mother bamboo shoot is dragon material. It's better to smoke thousands of feet overnight, but don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond.
Second, the green light writes Chu ci, and the tired fragrance leaves the spring powder black. No one can see you without pity and hatred, and you will cry a thousand cigarettes.
Its three springs have two or three stems, and the root of yin is purple. This year, on the spring sand of the canal, the flute is brand-new and green as jade.
Fourth, the old bamboo shoots provoked Yun Lan, and Maoling returned to lie and sigh for poverty. The wind blows thousands of acres to meet the rain, and the bird weighs one branch and enters the wine.
Huangfushi in Miscellaneous Notes of Renheli
Adults ask horses for cold, while clansmen borrow rooms for cold. The rat's diameter is empty and the soil is astringent, and the jujube residue is hanging outside the fence.
The beauty of stability cut off the yellow ribbon and faded the tassels to make wine. Returning to China with a blank pen has left me behind.
It is a waste of shame to say that you are wrong when you know it, and it is strengthened and broken when you are quoted. Luo feng sent his horse into Changguan, but Fan did not open it.
That knowledge and strength are sloppy, and the guest pillow looks at the spring. Back bone and thin face without paste, fist of epidemic gas, less sideburns.
If you want to carve a novel, be a celestial official. If you don't adjust, you will feel sorry for anyone. When the Ming Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty resumed their journey to the West, it was as long as days to say goodbye.
Five satirical poems
one
Hepu has no pearls, Longzhou has no slaves. Know the power of nature, don't give it to the monarch. Wu silkworm began to creep before Vietnamese women knitted.
The magistrate rode on a horse, hideous, with a purple beard. On a board in your arms, there are several lines of books on it. How can you find a job without making the king angry?
Yuefu obeys the county magistrate, and Sonya is still young. I waited until spring and threw away the silk cart.
The more a woman talks, the more her sister-in-law talks. After the magistrate left, the bookkeeper returned to the court.
Secondly,
Qi Jun has no youth, and Japanese cars will not survive. I am waiting for you, but I leave you a star. The tomb of Doumen Jiasheng has been flying for a long time.
Cold food shakes the sky, and anger lasts a long time. There are twelve emperors in Huang Han, and only the emperor is called Ruizhe. Overnight, the letter will stand upright and civilization will never stop.
Song Yang Sheng's blue-and-white purple graphite
Duanzhou stone carving is as clever as a god, sharpening the knife to cut Ziyun. The servant held a mouthful of water, and Changhong's cold blood spilled secretly.
Yarn only warms the ink in the sun, flowers bloom in spring, and musk is scattered lightly. Dry and tired, thin and heavy, with even feet, a few inches of Qiu Guang makes people dizzy every day.
Round and quiet new voice, broad and generous.
Luofushan people and Gepian
Yiyi should weave a river and rain, and a typhoon in the rain in June. Boluo came out of the cave when he was old, and the chitose stone bed was called ghost work.
Snake venom is thick and wet, and river fish don't eat sand. If you want to cut a foot in Hunan, Wu E can't say that Wu Dao is astringent.
Songs in the sky
Tianhe night drifts back to the stars, and Pu Yin clouds learn the sound of water. The osmanthus in the jade palace has not fallen, and the fairy concubine picks incense and hangs tassels.
Qin Fei rolled up the north window and planted a little green phoenix in front of it. Prince blowing sheng, in charge of goose management, called on dragons to plant tobacco and Yao grass.
Pink rose red ribbon lotus root silk skirt, green island step pick up Lan Hengchun. East means xi can take a horse, and the dust of the sea gives birth to a stone mountain.
Haug
The south wind leveled the mountain, and the Emperor of Heaven sent Tianwu to the sea. The Peach Blossom of the Queen Mother has blossomed for thousands of times, and Peng Zu and Wu Xian-jing's long life also deserve to die several times.
Green hair is different from money, and jiaochunliu contains fine smoke. Zheng hit a beautiful woman with a golden cup to persuade me to drink, saying that I am young and have an uncertain future, so I should be urged by everyone.
You don't need to be protected by waves and drinks. Heroes in the world have no owners. Buy silk embroidery for Ping Yuanjun and pour wine on the soil of Zhaozhou.
The leaky kettle presses, the water rushes to the jade toad, and the woman's hair is thin. Seeing the autumn eyebrows turn green, twenty men are so prickly.
Gu you you hang
Baishan belongs to Xishan, and Bihua goes all the way up. Where is the end of this world? Chitose floats with the wind.
The sea sand turns to stone, and the fish foam blows the piano bridge. The empty light swings far away, and the copper column disappears from the year.
immortal
The witch poured the wine on the cloud, and the jade stove smelled like charcoal. Poseidon Shan Gui came to his seat, and the paper money rustled like a whirlwind.
Acacia wood gilding and love dancing, moths to the fire. Calling stars and ghosts for cups and plates makes people feel chilling.
In the end, the south sun is low and the bay is flat, and the immortals grow harmoniously. God was angry with God because he liked his teacher and gave him a ride back to Qingshan.
Fairy song
On the day of Xishan, Dongshan was not faint, and the whirlwind blew the horses and chariots and stepped on the clouds. The string-pulling sound is shallow, and the flower skirt steps on the autumn dust.
The laurel leaves brush the wind and the moon, and the green raccoon cries blood and the fox dies. The ancient wall is decorated with gold, and the rain worker rides into the autumn pool.
A hundred-year-old owl becomes a wooden symbol and laughs in the fire nest.
Qiu Lai.
Autumn wind hits the heart, the strong man works hard, there is a faint light, and the owl cries for weaving a warm dress. Who saw Qing Jian weaving books without sending flowers, insects, powder and empty moths?
This thought involves, my stomach should be worried tonight, the rain is cold, like an ancient poet comforting a hanging soul. In the autumn night, in the cemetery, Bao's poems were recited, and their blood feud turned into jasper on the earth, which is hard to disappear for thousands of years.
Lu Jiang's military songs
General Lu, ride a red hare. Alone, I boldly went out of the Qin gate, and the golden millet piled up and cried at the lingshu.
In the north, against the sky, Stegosaurus kept the generals idle at night. The general vibrates his sleeve and caresses his sword. There are pavilions and jade pavilions in Zhucheng.
The silver turtle shakes the white horse, which is owned by the pink lady fire. Mount Hengshan fighters invited the golden gun to smell the flowers and arrows in the smoke.
The cold leaves in the western suburbs are like thorns, and the emperor has planted a new horse to recuperate. In the middle of the tall truss, I paddle my hooves, eat grass and drink white water.
Haze covers the earth, and so do Kyushu people. Hideyoshi Akayama is quite imperial, and General Green Eyes will be a godsend.
Song's "Seeing Shen Ya" is also in the same order.
Scholar Shen Yazhi returned to Wujiang in Yuanhe seven years. I feel sorry for his behavior. I have no money or wine to work, and I feel that I am asking questions frequently. I can give him a song.
Xing Wu talents complain about the spring breeze, and peach blossoms are full of enthusiasm. Purple silk bamboo is small and lives in Qiantang Dongdong.
The rattan is woven into a book, and the short cut is like a Vatican clip. Xiong Guangbao Mine presented to Chun Qing, and the bottom of the cigarette waved a leaf.
Chun Qing picks up materials during the day and throws gold to solve the dragon and horse. Take Jiang Zhong for example. Who is the one who pities you?
It is said that a strong man has broken bones, and the ancients are invincible in three steps. Please wait for Dan to whip, and I will return to Qiufa later.
A gift for Shang Chen.
There is a man in Chang 'an whose heart is rotten at the age of twenty. Before Lengga case, Chu Ci was tied behind his elbow. Life is poor, and we talk about drinking at dusk.
It's just that this road has been blocked. Why do you have to go for nothing? Sad statement saint, covered with brown hoe beans. Learn to be a Yao and Shun writer, when people blame me for my failure.
The rut in Chai Men is frozen, and the elm shadow is thin. Visit me at dusk, and the bitter festival wrinkles the green sun. Taihua 5,000 meters, a smoke show.
There is no inch of suffering to be found, and we will fight again next year. Or do you prefer to lock my mouth instead of pity? Teacher Li Shenghua sat watching the sky.
You were a fool when you were in first frost, and you were a spring willow when you were angry. Different manners, gaunt as a pig. The snow went straight to the altar, and the ink ball wore a copper belt.
Male and female servants only want to take dustpans and brooms when they are in the gas state. When do you open your eyes? Gu Jian agent a loud roar.
Wushangao
Green bushes, towering into the sky, the river churning, the gods dragging smoke. Chu soul is dreaming, the wind is rustling, and the wind is flying and the rain is making money.
Yao Ji has been gone for thousands of years, and lilacs and bamboos cry for old apes. The ancient temple is cold in recent months, and the pepper flowers are red and wet in the clouds.
Out of town
Osmanthus fragrans is thin under the snow, and Tiwu rebounds. Turn off the water to take the donkey's shadow, and the Qin cover hangs down.
Wan Li, after having obtained the provincial examination, has no sorrow. Call to ask, tears in the mirror.
"In memory of Hasegawa Mountain House as a gift"
Sweep away the horseshoe marks and I will return to the closed door. The rice in Pike River is ripe, and the dates in the small trees are spring. Hang it on the wall as a curtain and a horn towel.
Dogs go to Los Angeles, cranes regret traveling to Qin. Earth-sealed tea leaves and mountain cups lock bamboo roots. I wonder who filled the clouds last month.
"Beijing" drove the horse out of the house and settled in Chang 'an. Who is right in two things, singing in the autumn wind.
"Two Poems of Encouraging Love Sent to Lushan Mountain in Xiao Ji"
one
There is no cowpea in the suburbs of Luo, and the disadvantages are ashamed of the old horse. The little wild goose crosses the peak of the furnace, and its shadow falls under the water of Chu.
The long boat leans against the clouds, and the stone mirror is cool in autumn. Do you know anything about nostalgia? It is foolish to chat on the moon.
"Long Valley Reading Shows Eight Passes" has a fine insect sound and a cold medicine at night. You pity the guests and are still hard.
"Batong Answer" has a huge nose and brown mountains, and Pang Mei is bitter. If you don't sing Yuefu, who knows how to complain about autumn?
Song of Di Zi
Di Zi in Dongting is thousands of miles away, the breeze is Xu Lai, and geese are crying in the water. Nine calamus died on the stone, and Xiang Shen played the piano to welcome them.
The old laurel on the mountain blows ancient incense, and the mother dragon complains about the cold light of the water. Shapu left the fish and threw pearls at the kokuryudo.
Wang Neng stabbed Cao Cao to death.
In yecheng, it is dusty at dusk. Testing for black pills is a civilian. A thorn is a whip, and a tiger is a horse. In droves, at the gate of Yecheng.
Sharpen the jade sword and shoot the sun bow. To whom? Come on, Feng Xianggong, turn off your right hand. Sweep the incense and return to the public.
Tiger walks
You can't cook with a crossbow. Breast-fed grandchildren feed their children, and they teach them terrible things. Raise your head for the city and put down your tail for smoothness.
Huang Gong in the East China Sea, worried about the night trip. When the road is in trouble, the cow is sad. Why use a ruler and a knife? Thunder rumbled on the wall.
Under Mount Tai, women cry. Officials have a routine, and officials dare not listen.
"Henan government tries out1February music words flying over the moon"
The first month of the lunar year
Going upstairs to welcome the spring and return to spring, the dark yellow willow palace leaks late. Bo Danlan makes wild gestures, and the cool breeze gives birth to short silk.
The brocade bed is cold, and there is no court session. The wicker belt in Guan Jie is hard to break, and the calamus will tie the knot sooner or later.
February
In February, drinking mulberry gold should make a man smile and make Pu Jiaoru look like a sword. Hu Yan resents spring, and Andy is like smoke and dust.
Jinqiao bun worries about dusk clouds, dancing real pearl skirts. Tenderness bid farewell to singing running water, and the drinker died with a cold back.
March
Dongfeng Man Chun, Huacheng Liu dark sorrow to kill people. The bamboo in the deep hall of the palace is windy, and the new Cui dance is as clear as water. Light and wind have traveled more than a hundred miles,
Warm fog drives clouds. Uniformed prostitutes sweep away moths and wave flags to warm the city. Qushui fragrance does not return, and pear blossoms fall into the autumn garden.
April
Shadows are dim in the morning, and Qian Shan is covered with thick green clouds. According to the faint scent of rain and the green atmosphere, greasy leaves and flowers glow on the curved door.
The golden soup shakes the blue clothes in idle water, and the old scenery is not shocked, and the red calyx is dark and uneven.
May
Carve jade on the curtain, light the lamp with an empty door. The well draws lead water and fans mandarin ducks.
Back to the snow dance cool hall, dew wash green. The sleeves are lingering, and the sweat is stained with precious millet.
June
Cut raw Luo, cut bamboo, brush frost and autumn jade. The burning red mirror opened in the east, as dizzy as wandering on wheels, and Chi Di rode a dragon.
July
The stars in Evian are cold, and the dewdrops in the plate are round. Good peanuts and wood flour, declining and worrying about empty gardens. The night sky is like jade, and the pool leaves are extremely green.
I only hate dancing. My shirt is thin, but I know a little about cold flowers. What is the breeze, Beidou is dry.
August
Widows and concubines complain that the night is long and their dreams are lonely. Insects on the eaves catch silk and hang flowers on the wall lamp.
There was moonlight outside the eaves, and the shadows in the curtains were oblique. Flying leisurely, embellishing the lotus in the pool.
September
When I left the palace, fireflies were like water, and the cold lotus in the bamboo pond died. The moon is decorated with gold, and the cool garden is blank.
Exposed flowers fly with the wind and grass, and green brocade is all over the road. Chicken people sing Ji Xiaolong, golden well crows crow sparse tung.
October
The jade pot and silver arrow are a little difficult to tilt, and the cylinder spends the night laughing. Two rows of candle cages shine on the flying pavilion on the oblique dance curtain of the residual frost.
Zhu Wei complained that she couldn't sleep, and Jinfeng pricked herself in cold clothes, with long eyebrows and crescent moon.
November
The Miyagi Regiment returned to Yan Guang, where it was beaten into Fang Qiong during the day. I've been drinking for thousands of days, but it's freezing to brew JUNSHOU.
Yugou spring is like a ring element, where is the warm water from the fire well?
December
The sun's feet are pale red, and the thin cream does not sell cassia twig. It was a long day and night.
Leap moon-the leap moon in the lunar calendar
Emperor shigemitsu, or seventy-two push back. Zuo Fei, the official of heaven, is so beautiful that he is often late this year.
The queen mother moved peaches to offer the son of heaven, one family, one stone family, and the dragon traveled everywhere.
Children's songs in Tang dynasty
With jade and eyebrows all over his head, Du Lang is a real man. The bone is heavy, the temples are cold, and a pair of pupils cut autumn water.
The bamboo horse wags its green tail, and the silver phoenix steps half an arm. The master's charming mother demanded the correct value, and the book was full of laughter.
Big eyes and strong heart, don't forget the singer's surname is Li.
bright red
The real pearl girl went down to the green profile, and Luoyuan flew. Cold temples are tilted with jade photos, and high-rise buildings sing the moon and knock.
Lan Fenggui's dew is green, and the red string is curled up and swallowed. The white horse in the robe does not return, and the moth is drunk and fragrant.
The golden goose screens the dream of Shu Mountain, and the phoenix carries heavy smoke. The eight-ear cage shakes its face and the sun scatters.
There was no cool autumn in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the waist and temples of Chu were fragrant at four o'clock. The jade throat is empty, and the clouds drag the snow to leave Lu Lang.
Su Xiaoxiao tomb
Dewdrops on orchids in the cemetery are like her sad tears. There is no knot in the knot, and the flowers in the cemetery are even worse.
The grass is like a mat, and the pine tree is like her car cover. The breeze is her clothes, and Jasper is her Yu Pei.
The oil-wall car used before death should be waiting around at night. Wildfire Wildfire green, courtesy, lightning. She walked, under the Xiling, only the wind and rain, whistling.
The next work of Wang Jun's tomb
There is no boy in the world, so it is better to sing dragons in the water. White grass invades smoke to death, and autumn pears are red around the ground.
The ancient books are flat with black stone, and the sleeves are broken with bronze. Agricultural potential expands and graves are closed.
Chrysanthemum hung wet dew, spine diameter lying dry. Pines and cypresses are sad and fragrant, and there are a few nights of wind in the South Garden.