Tang Censhen
The road to the east of the old garden is long.
Tears in the dragon bell with double sleeves.
I'll see you soon. Without paper and pen,
Use your information to report peace.
Water, take off your clothes with a smile
Luzon Lao Wei
Take off your clothes, smile and talk about cooking cigarettes.
Drunk hometown where, you Xiao Shu into the pot day.
Strange and narrow-minded, a glass of wine can't hold our generation,
Don't get on the fallen fairy boat.
Elegant miss the lake and the sea, and the boat is a pole.
All the way to night, under the lights and candles, I felt a little idle.
The place to live is neither inside nor outside, nor in the middle.
Check the spring breeze, but the poem turns around,
Everything else is sparse.
Write tung leaves with colored pens, and ask peace with beautiful sentences.
Qinglv Du Nan era sweeps the mountains.
Song Zhou Bangyan
In the Du Nan era, Yangshan was swept, and the clothes were thin to keep out the cold.
One night, the east wind, begonia flowers withered, look at the blinds upstairs.
Today, the sun is shining like a shower, and the south is warm.
Enjoy the old garden, happy without rain, spring birds report peace.
Qinyuanchun Lao Tzu has fallen.
Liusongkezhuang
Laozi's decline, staying with relatives and friends for the night, three chapters.
If you want to get rid of your eyes and get back on your horse,
Those who talk about current affairs may go out.
The clothes are hung up for fear of being crowned. If I give the order, I will be punished first.
In the book "The Ruler", the word "peace" seems a bit deep and lengthy.
Xi Weng's bitterness did not forget each other. I have Pisces today.
The road is poor and ashamed, and the lotus candle in the palace,
The dim light is hard to reflect, and the lights on the pavilion are dim.
When you hear the voice of the temple, you can know the chaos, and you may wish to specialize in poetic theory.
A hundred years later, it is still a few times to declare the white, not Wei Kang.
"Water, some questions about bamboo peace"
Song Zhang Yan
A few questions about bamboo peace, wild goose books are full of acacia.
The hedge root is half a tree, and the village is deep and lonely.
Far grass and white clouds, frozen river and rubber snow, pack your bags at this time.
Looking back on countless journeys,
Also crossing the river and mulberry dry water.
Laugh that I have traveled in Wan Li. If you are in a hurry, you will go back to the plan.
Jiang Kong is old, and he still lives late.
Sparse willows through the cold, fold like a floating moon, still haggard.
I want to meet, talk and miss. I want to be there and miss.
Eye-catching, rain-dotted pear blossoms are still wet.
Song Wang Zhi
Rain moistens pear blossoms and snow is not dry. A wanderer has a cold spring.
Let's live together, have cool food, and spend a few days.
I want you to go to Jialing River. I have been to the south of the Yangtze River.
When you visit Wan Li, you must take a piece of paper to report your safety.
Li Xian Jiangwan Meifangtu in Jianglin
Yuan
Ten days of bad wind and three feet of snow, all over first frost.
Plum blossom, who wants peace?
Jade muscle is as clear as a knife, and it fights a lot of cold.
Dream around the Langli River on the road, bamboo buildings and green hills.
Mo Jiaofang's wine was left in the saddle.
The evening is infinite, and the moon is waiting for me to lean on it.