1, "Navigation"
Nine factions are as far away as September, and boat people talk extensively. When it's good, the village hates the wind. When it wakes up, it's cold. It's summer in Bai Bo, Liaozhu, and the persimmon garden is full of red leaves. Ying Ji, on the other hand, is thinking about silver carp, so it has been difficult to retire since ancient times.
Zheng Gu was a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty. In late autumn, he sailed alone to widen the river. When I went to my hometown, I felt lonely and melancholy. The autumn wind is bleak, set sail, wake up and the night is cold. Polygonum cuspidatum smoke curled up, like a sea of smoke, ebb and flow, noisy. Persimmon forests are all over the Yangtze River, with swaying leaves and deep red fruits hanging all over the branches. Recalling the beautiful autumn scenery in Chang 'an, looking back on the long way home, homesickness lingers.
2, "Hongyi Building courtyard propaganda does not meet the requirements"
In autumn, persimmon leaves turn red and frost, and the blue sky leans against the red chamber like water. Nobody asked him if he loved bamboo through the window, so he asked him to go to the next room to find a hook.
Li Yi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, never met in autumn. He was reluctant to go back and forth, so he wrote this poem, which was lyrical, beautiful and natural, and meaningful. Looking up, persimmon Lin Yuyu is lush and swaying in the wind; After frost, the fruit becomes more and more crimson and gorgeous. Looking up, Wan Li is clear and the clear water is crystal clear; Zhu Lou is magnificent. The bamboo forest is deep, faintly visible through the window, lush and refreshing.
3. "Xie Sanfeng Zhu Persimmon"
Wuzhen Town has a bright country and a new red leaf in Shang Qing. The cold leaves of the pulp condense the dew of the fairy palm, and taste the sweet autumn to cut the Chu River. A round pile of jade cherry blossoms is difficult to close, and a golden bottle of wine is easy to wake up. Those who should mind Maoling quenching thirst, the whole basket is sealed and stored in Xiao Yun.
Chen Yue was a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. His poetic style is fresh, meaningful, simple and natural. My friend gave me a bright red, sweet and delicious persimmon. When I was happy, the poet thanked me with a poem. The fruit has just been picked from the tree, with early morning dew, crystal clear; The leaves are weathered and bright in kurei.
Such delicious food is naturally reluctant to eat it all at once, but is temporarily sealed in a room on the mountain. When you are frustrated, idle, poor and sick, it will be left for you to enjoy slowly and get comfort.