The Seven Unique Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple
In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are blooming.
I have long hated that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go.
Qi Jue mu Jiang yin
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Ci Yi Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you not forget Jiangnan?
Five Laws: Farewell to Ancient Grass
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze.
Sweet they pressed on the old highway and reached the crumbling gate.
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.
Yuefu pipa hang
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music and talked endlessly.
Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, so let's never stop talking.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten your clothes and accept customers.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Qu Ba often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and sail around the boat in the bright moon and cold river.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, and it is difficult to hear ridicule.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Lv Qi Qiantang Chun Hu hang
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
Qilu ti Yueyang tower
Yueyang city has been underwater for a long time, so it is very dangerous to go to dangerous buildings alone.
The spring shore is more dreamy when it is green, and the waves are red near Chang 'an in the evening.
Apes are hard to climb and cry, and geese are hard to fly over the lake.
This place can only be seen as a painting barrier, and both Huatang Zhang and the nobles can see it.
Cut grass wheat
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
The mother-in-law is full, and the child is full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is a poor woman with a child on her back.
The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family's tax is gone, so I will take this to satisfy my hunger.
What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.
Gu Wu's Two Poems "The Year is Near"
Forty years old, naive and a three-year-old girl.
Non-male is better than nothing, and comfort is a kind of emotion.
Once you leave me, there is no place for the soul.
As soon as the situation changes, you will become dumb and learn Chinese.
I just know that the love of flesh and blood is a sad gathering.
Only thinking before, the pain is caused by a haircut.
I have forgotten that day for a long time. I have gone from cold to hot three times.
I am very sad today because I met an old nurse.
As a father and son, eighty is sixty.
Suddenly disappeared, in the last three or four spring.
Matter is not real, but gas gathers in the body.
Love is fake, marriage is temporary.
After reading this book, you will be enlightened, and when you talk, you will feel sad and sad.
Shameless, not forgetful.
Wu Jue dui JIU
Life 100 years old, which is 30,000 days.
Besides, there are no centenarians in the world.
The wise and fools are scattered, and the noble and the humble are buried together.
Dong Dai soul, old and new bones.
People who repeatedly smell the wrong medicine are those who love to prolong life.
There are also worries about the dead and greed for political affairs.
Medicine should not be aged by mistake, and death should not be caused by illness.
He who speaks most clearly knows what he has lost.
How about drinking from this cup when meeting friends and relatives?
Can worry about sales, can be true.
Therefore, Liu Ruan is drunk all the year round.
Guwu weicun bath cabinet
The Weihe River is getting colder and colder, leaving seedlings.
Stand by and watch people mow the grass on the beach.
The scenery near the water is cold, but the mystery is still lonely.
It is cloudy after sunset, and I am crazy about depression.
Depression is the only way, and the dusk rain wets the village bridge.
Gu Wu Huai Yu
Blackheads grow white and white faces grow black.
What is the ultimate change before death?
As the saying goes, you can't be in your own body.
Once changed, it can't be stopped.
What's more, he is engaged in foreign affairs and has a long way to go.
Gu Wu Xi You Zhiliu.
There are fewer guests in the village and more guests in Chai Men.
Suddenly I heard the arrival of chariots and horses, and the cloud came from my old friend.
The wind and rain are full of sorrow.
May you raise your glasses together.
Life smiles, how many times in a hundred years?
Guwu Xiyuan Wang Wan
Flowers and chrysanthemums lead a leisurely trip to Xiyuan Road.
There was no one there last night, so I chatted and looked around.
There are fireworks in the south and empty graves in the north.
No matter how small the village is, the nearest one is only a hundred paces.
My house is under it, and the lonely wind is fading.
Outside the door, the eaves turn dry, and the roots of the fence are cold.
The old garden is by the Bianshui River, and it is difficult to get rid of the chaos.
I moved to my home when I was eighteen or nineteen, and drifted to live in this village.
There are five or six new houses and eight or nine ancient trees.
That's where you will die.
Gu Wu police officer
The beauty said goodbye to me and left the mirror in the box.
Now that the flowers have gone, there is no hibiscus in autumn water.
I haven't opened the box for years, and the red Ai is bronzed.
Today, I wiped my face clean and looked haggard.
After taking the photo, I felt melancholy and had a pair of dragons on my back.
Three Poems of Five Ancient Villagers Sick
It takes a long time to worry about illness sooner or later.
The Woods in summer are gloomy, and Qiu Lan has been covered with dew.
The eggs in the nest turned into chickens and flew away the day before yesterday.
The worm in the hole turned into a cicada in the tree yesterday.
No rest at four o'clock, nothing left.
Only the patient's heart is as calm as ever.
Long illness in the new autumn, starting from Nancun Road.
No one is seen every day, and there are bugs everywhere.
The west wind blows the dew, and the wild green autumn is still early.
Hurt my arms before the vegetation is hurt.
Zhu Yan and Metaphysics, When Will It Be Strong?
You shouldn't rely on old age because of worry and illness.
Plant 30 acres of millet, and when it rains, the seedlings will grow up.
Planting 20 beds, Qiu Lai wants to mow the grass.
I hope millet will be used as winter wine and kept as spring grain.
There is nothing in decadence, just wait here and grow old.
Repair the house in rainy days and make up the brown to keep out the cold.
When will you get sick? Let's make plans for next year.
Gu Wu Bass
I haven't bathed for years, and my skin is covered with dirt.
If you take a bath today, you will lose weight.
Old color, white hair, weak branches.
There is a band left in the width of the clothes, and it is difficult to comb without hair.
Ask yourself what day this year is, the beginning of spring and autumn.
Forty is already like this. What about seventy?
Two Poems by Gu Wu in Song Dynasty
Komatsu doesn't have all his feet, but his beloved hand moves by itself.
The background color of the stream is pale, the clouds are wet and smoky.
It's too late to plant me and grow into a monarch.
How to plant these 40-inch branches?
You have to see if it's cloudy. Life is seventy times rarer.
Love you, hold the festival, and speak frankly and pity you.
If you want to see the court, you will grow up to be a gentleman before you.
If you know you are dead, you will live.
Five sick old friends visited each other.
If you lie down for a long time and don't remember the sun, the south window will faint again.
Under the gloomy grass eaves, cold birds smell it sooner or later.
Help the staff in front of the bed and walk to the court.
Once in a while, old friends come and it's easy to meet.
When you move the sofa, the sun will set, and you will wear fur and lean in front.
Small talk is better than medicine, and you will be in a little mood.
Two Poems by Gu Wu Angel
Forty is not old, and sorrow is not ripe.
I was born two years ago and lost my tooth this year.
The skeleton wears away day by day, and the mind is the same as the small rope.
Sleeping at night and eating at court are also thin.
Mrs. Trescher, the same age, is radiant.
When you know your age and appearance for the first time, you will be sad and happy for your prosperity.
Fear of old age leads to arrogance, and worry about illness leads to bondage.
Fear of recovery and worry is a good medicine to get rid of old diseases.
Cry at the person you love, and cry at dusk at the person you love.
Honey, I'm lonely, aren't I?
How much peace and happiness, infinite flesh and blood.
Intestinal pain causes a pungent nose.
There are four branches of sadness, and tears make your eyes dim.
So at forty, my heart is like seventy people.
I heard that Fautu Buddhism has a way out.
Focus on water and treat your body as a cloud.
Shake off your dirty clothes and get rid of the wheel of life and death.
Hu Weiwei loves this kind of pain and doesn't go around it.
Think back and make a wish. I hope to see you here.
However, if you get the rewards of the past, you won't undertake the future career.
Swear to wash away the dust of trouble with wisdom forever.
I won't love my son, but I will be more worried!
Gu Wu Yu Ye has thoughts.
Governing the mind with Tao can finally calm down.
What is the reason for the sudden storm?
Neither eager for glory nor sympathetic to hunger and cold.
Is Hu Weiwei sad and unhappy, holding his knees to the lamp?
The shadows ask each other, and the heart talks silently.
How many flesh and blood can there be? At one end of the sky.
My brother is boarding, and my brother is in Dongchuan.
Five thousand miles north and south, I'm in the middle.
If you want to get sick, you will be uneasy.
Like a boat on a wave, one is bound and the other is pulled.
I came to Daoism on 1967.
Refined to be unique, it costs thousands of dollars.
Only the fire of love often boils down to.
Is the medicine ineffective and the disease intractable?
Send Yang Liuyang to take a photo of the captain of Wannian County. Give it to Dr. Zanshan.
The Green Palace official is calm, and Chi County is full of drama.
If you are idle, you will be busy, and your actions will be delayed.
If you waste time, you will waste time during the day.
I can't get rid of it suddenly, and I feel uncomfortable quietly.
Are there no old knots? After a long period of separation or relocation.
There are new things to return to, and there are many traces of each other.
Only you and I are divided, as firm as a rock.
Besides, when the boss comes, human feelings are more important than marriage.
Unfortunately, the years will be short.
Laugh a few more times and your beard will turn white.
The public door is bitter, and there is no gap all day.
I still hope I can hitch a ride and talk quietly that night.
Five wonders send spring.
On March 30th, spring returned day by day.
Asked about the spring breeze, the Ming dynasty could not bear it.
Send spring to Qujiang and take care of the funeral as soon as possible.
But when I saw the spray, I couldn't count it.
Life is like a traveler, with two feet on the move.
How many roads will there be in the future?
The sword is incompatible with water and fire.
Only in old age, there is nowhere to hide.
I felt good at that time, leaning against the red south tree.
Today, I send my love to you. My heart is like leaving relatives and friends.
Guvukuri, mt
Last year, Wei Shuiqu came to see me in autumn.
This year in Changle, I cried in spring.
Crying for heaven, is God at ease?
If you must take his life, why not be brilliant?
After death, the wife gets sick and the baby gets sick.
Don't post it on Jiangzhou Road after the 11th.
Autumn is depressed, so let's open the shed.
Looking back at the green doorway, my eyes are extremely depressed.
Do you love this country alone? It's not about admiration.
I bid farewell to Li Jun. I have been the same Taoist priest all my life.
They all bear the golden horse imperial edict and jointly write with the admonition minister.
* * * Climb the green ladder and give up halfway.
We went to the Jianghu, but the court couldn't leave.
When will Huidai and Huachai meet?
Guwuchuchu Lantian Road Project
Stop to ask the way, the road is in the autumn clouds.
Cangcang County South Road, the journey begins here.
The top of the mountain suddenly appeared on the plate, and all the mountains looked down.
Overlooking a thousand peaks, the peaks are like waves.
North Korea passes through Han Gongban, and blue bridge water flows in the evening.
Xunyang was only 4,000, and only walked 70 miles.
People are tired of horseshoes, and so are their hard work.
Fairy peak lower block
I went to the mountain road in the southeast.
There are countless good peaks, and Xiane is my favorite.
If inserted into jagged trees, clouds are like hugs.
Yuquan, longing for the cold, smells the fragrance of Arnebia euchroma.
The cliff screen is green and the white stone bed is full.
If there is no such thing, why not leave the Four Nobles?
I feel that he asked privately, why not go back to the mountain earlier?
Maybe in the dust, you will grow old with everyone?
Gu Wu Wei Yu Ye Hang
It's a lonely autumn in Yun Qi, and it's a little cold at night.
But I feel the clothes are wet and there is no sound.
Gu Wu visited his former residence in Xiangyang again.
Yesterday was Xiangyang Day, with a beard at the beginning.
Today is Xiangyang Day, with a moustache and half a silk.
An old trip is like a dream. When you first arrive, you suddenly feel at home.
Dongguo Penghao House, whose desolation is it today?
So we know that many wells are scattered and the wells are moving.
Unique autumn river, the smoke waves are as old as before.
Three poems and micro-messages of five ancient stories
Jiangzhou looks at Tongzhou, the ends of the earth.
The mountain is thousands of miles high and the water is thousands of miles wide.
Clouds cannot be crossed by birds.
Who knows the eternal danger, for both of us
You were very sad when you first arrived in Tongzhou.
We went to Jiangzhou without stopping.
The road is good every day and the news is broken every day.
Because the wind wants to convey a message, the voice of the earth is far away.
Meet again in life and meet again in death.
I was in Chang 'an when you went to Xiangyang.
Since you are in Tongzhou, I have been to Xiangyang.
Xiangyang jiuli country, the balcony clouds cover the trees.
I'm a little reluctant to take care of this. This is your old place.
There is Xunyang Road in the vast water.
This one is homesick, and there are fewer relatives and friends in Jiangxi.
It's a long way to the countryside, and I like everything like people.
What does this mean? Sitting by the river thinking of you.
Like a river and a mountain, it blends with the atmosphere.
The strong wind blew out and the two places became solitary clouds.
When the wind comes to an end, is there no reason for the clouds to merge?
Try to love each other and help me through the difficulties.
Gu Wu Zhouzhong Yu Ye
The river clouds are dark and the wind is cold.
Night rain drops on the back of the ship, and night waves hit the bow.
There was a sick passenger on board, so I went to Jiangzhou.
Those who listen to music at night stay in Ezhou.
Sleeping in Nautilus Island at night, the autumn river is crystal clear.
If the neighboring ship has a song, it will be sad.
This song is followed by crying, and crying is repeated.
Looking for a voice to see a person, a woman is as beautiful as snow.
On the independent sail, the style is graceful.
Tears at night are like pearls, and both of them fall into the bright moon.
Excuse me, whose wife is crying?
When you ask a question, you will never say anything.
Jiang Lou heard about Jiangzhou's work.
Jiang people give clothes late and smell the anvil in October.
Wan Li's hometown is a high-rise building with a full moon.
Guwusutolingi
The light through the window is short, but the monk's fire is deep.
At night, the snow stopped in Lindong.
Recalling that Luo left his hometown, Huai Ru Kourong still exists.
Xunyang moved to the ground, and Luoyang was in chaos.
Smoke and dust go up the Sanjiang River and burn the Jiujiang River.
Sitting in the center of the country, the autumn wind is still rustling.
Five ancient gifts to Cui Wu
Send guests to the south in the morning and welcome them to the north at dusk.
When the cloud is the road, you seldom meet your heart.
The laborer thinks about his shoulders, while the hot man thinks about his body.
What's it like to worry about suddenly meeting a stranger by yourself?
Life is not superficial, but daily attention.
Where are you from, and this Jiang Tingchun?
The river is cloudy, but it is separated by heavy clouds.
Drinking among trees, brightly lit.
It won't be easy for a while, and the rest is nothing
Mingdan broke up again. It was a happy night.
On the Five Spring Festival in Ancient China
In March, the river is wide and the waves of peach blossoms are long.
Years of fragrance and troubles are wasted here.
The South condemns war, while the Central Plains is at war.
There are few old friends in front of you, and there are many white hairs on your head.
Tongzhou is far away. How about spring?
Gu Wu is getting old.
Today is tomorrow, and I don't think my teeth are dying.
White hair was combed down one by one, and Zhu Yan left the mirror.
When spring is quite sad and lonely, I am not interested in wine.
When you encounter many difficulties, everyone will benefit from it.
Form belongs to heaven and earth and cannot be moved.
Where is the heart of youth?
Five Ancient History and Sending Young Children.
Huai Youkou has not dispersed, and Neijiang West will return in 2008.
There is a war in my hometown and pedestrians are on the snowy road.
At this time, I said goodbye to you, and the river lingered.
Gu Wu Ye Xue
I was surprised that my pillow was cold, and I saw the window lit up again.
I know it snows heavily at night, and I sometimes hear the sound of bamboo folding.
Gubuji Hangjian
Melancholy eyebrows, reticence.
Is that so? Raise your eyes and see who is happy.
Go to Chun Er for the Western Expedition and engage in Bashu.
This spring, I went to the south and fell ill in the river and sea.
Six thousand miles away, but absolutely impossible.
Ten books are less than nine, so why bother?
Thirsty people dream more about drinking water, while hungry people dream more about dream of eating.
Where is the dream of spring? Close your eyes and go to Dongchuan.