This is Bai Pingzhou's guest. Khufu is in Zhenjiang. I'm still going to come back while the gull league is here. Wicker shakes the dawn city, Du Ruoman Fantine.
Don't worry about flying, but still fall, the willow sound is like a warbler. The perch is ripe, which is a matter of love. I'm only worried about announcing the room call, but I don't allow fishing boats to be light.
Linjiangxian
The hunting wind is exhausted in early summer, and the family is clear in autumn. Wild air ferry crosses with smoke. The mountain must be piled at night. Don't hang it two or three times.
Autumn waters and hibiscus talk about oars, and a bottle of broken sorrow city. Ming on Polygonum flower beach. At dusk, the clouds are extremely thick and the rain is dark and long.
Like a dream (in the snow)
Bury the misty rain in the morning. Suddenly there are countless flying flowers. The whole building complex is crooked, accompanying the poor south branch. At sunset. At sunset. What clouds and trees.
(second only to the cloud)
The art of war is still broken Through the city stream. Diseases are everywhere. All night, the bells rang, the rain poured down and the beach was mixed.
Gone, never returned to Meng Shan. The cloud house in spring is very cold. Mountains are connected with water and water is connected with water. Qingpu on the stream is short and heavy, with willows and willows.
Huanxisha (Book Jade Edge Weng Shu)
The wind on the waterside pavilion makes the jade pillow cool. Jiaojiao has the fragrance of lotus. Wild pool misty rain covers mandarin ducks.
Polygonum hydropiper is far beyond the water, and duckweed waves Bai Ou double. Rain waves light ink clouds.
Qiaojinmen (Huai former residence)
Where is it? Leng Yun piled up outside the door. Jiang Mei didn't vomit in bamboo cold. This hut is a rain drain.
Who raised such concerns? Xiaodongye Hall Guandu. Is the hand planted with the sky today? Willow waves are misty and smoky.
In memory of Jinmen (Dayezhuang Zhang Huai Yuan Ruzuo)
Yangliudu went home drunk with green shoes. Find out where Sha Ou is. Ten miles of rain.
Mix has always been travel-stained. Lying watching the blue mountains and the sea of clouds. When I sent the message, it was apes and cranes. Promise me before you see your heart.
Quail day
Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls. The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs. Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng.
It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure. Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
Partridge sky (give prostitutes a shady seat across the lake)
Mei is jealous of the morning makeup snow. Yuanshan learns eyebrows according to the agreement. There is no gold thread in front of the bottle, and the dream is full of forests.
Fish and geese float and sink. Smiles always care. Acacia is like a willow in the south of the Yangtze River.
Quail day
In autumn, enter the small geese. Staggered flying in yunshui town. Straight silver nails are used for bamboo shoots, and dripping beds are feathered.
Wind pressure curtain, the moon invaded the corridor. The night is boundless in Jiangnan and Jiangbei. I knew I was dreaming of riding a horse, and the smell of flying treasures and ducks surprised me overnight.
Tell your feelings (fisherman's style, drunk to Taoist Wei)
The head of the staff was well chosen. Who is fighting for a job? Don't want to Hou Guwu ding, Bi Jian is a piece of cake.
Last month, the stream, Lingtou cloud. Don't plow. Spring scenery in the urn, Hua Xu in the pillow, is immortal.
Complain about one's feelings
Tired of investing in forests. Wild geese are singing in the cold suburbs. Willow trees come to the stream late, and the moon dew washes the cigarette tips.
After frost, the water tank. The guest bed of Shangpingqiao is a dream, why is it that there is a cloud in front of the door in the south of the Yangtze River?
Ruan Langgui
When the flowers are warm in the West Garden. The shade warbler barked wildly. Lean on the diaphragm and cherish wheatgrass. Flocculant flies and butterflies fly.
The most fundamental thing is to reduce the waistline. Worry and frown. It's dusk in Berlin, Chun Zhu. Yan Guiren hasn't come back yet.
Dianjiangchun
In Bingle Optical Valley, the green mark rises back to the pool water first. Liuzhou cigarettes. Egrets become sand mouths.
B272 Li Qingkun is not cheaper than the story of Diusim. Li Yuntao slept under the tent drunk. Do not belong to the human world.
Bodhisattva Man (Yixing)
The north wind vibrates the wild cloud flat house. The cold stream was dripping with ice. The setting sun returns the sun to the red. The sunset glow weighs thousands of dollars.
The barren hillside enveloped the handle of the bucket. Zhibei Township is close to the mountain. Why go back to China? In spring, stone pavilions flourish.
Bodhisattva Man (returning to Xigang from Yixing)
The garden is silent, and spring returns to the earth. Liu Xia Fei Xiang catkins. Wild water meets clouds. Green smoke warbler.
Jiangnan dream. The mountain is heavy. Small boats, small balls. , Zhou.
Bodhisattva Man (also in Xigang and Huaihou Lake)
Who sleeps in this short boat? The night is far-reaching and the fire is bright. But I remember the flower fence. The sound of spring passes through the bamboo stream.
Yunshan is the same as before. People are getting old. Who knows what you are thinking? The moon is full of frost.
Bodhisattva Man (written by Zhou on the boat)
In front of us are trees piled up in smoke. The sunset clouds turn over the lotus rain. Seagulls are filled with smoke. Green Pu Qiu is full of Sichuan.
Not into rivers and oceans. Talking about being the master of Lin Tang. Guests hate wealth. The wind is slanting white.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
When you are young, remember to get drunk before flowers. Now flowers bloom and fall, and people are haggard. Wheat waves roll in Qingchuan. Cuckoo sounds pathetic.
There are books, but no geese send them. In early summer, the weather is sunny. Home is at sunset. Worried about the full moon.
Bodhisattva Man (Li Yang Zhuang)
Zhao Xi, Xue Mei and Yan Duo. Cold forest lonely sorrow smoke lock. Hate has no boundaries. Wild geese come to remember home.
Distant mountains are suspected of bringing rain. A line of words between the clouds. The frost moon is beautiful again. Jiangnan is like a border.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Chun Zhu is full of spring waves. All the way to the shade. Last year. Dark green vine hedge.
So, the mountain is moving. Jiangbei Jiangnan dreams of white hair deceiving each other. Stars are as long as time.
lily magnolia
Rivers and clouds overlap and cover Pu Yuan. The river flows relentlessly at dusk. At the beginning of the sail, the wind is blowing, and the guest can't help but rain.
Zhu Hua can't solve the problem of whether to stay or not. Only for deep sadness. There are no white sand smoke trees, and wild geese fall in Cangzhou.
Qingpingle (Yan Yonggui)
Cliff running water The incense is at the bottom of the green forest. Sao Lan and Zhi. Don't count the spring breeze
Conggui Mountain in Huainan. The poem was so close that it climbed over. When I went to ten continents and three islands, I traveled all over the world.