Oil-Paper Umbrella (1), an ancient poem, Lu Guimeng's "Recalling the Beautiful Cave and Observing the Two Rhymes"
Wen Jun swims in a quiet place, and elegant furniture is even more elegant.
Bamboo umbrella covers the cloud path, rattan shoes tread moss.
There are different flowers on the staff, and the big ones are in pairs.
Waterbirds walk along the sand island, and mountain monks worship the stone building.
Sweet and delicious, who can read a hundred words?
Where are you going? How many windows are there?
Fairy tales, pearls and trees, and village wages.
There is a military meeting in the field, and the wind is like a storm.
Exploring seclusion is not seclusion, but winning the country.
In order to read the biography of Jiangnan, He Xian passed the second prize.
Ancient Poetry of Oil-Paper Umbrella (2) Hu Ji Nan Chi Lian Lu Guimeng
The ancient shore is covered with blue flowers, and the empty porch is clear and plain.
As soon as you sat down, the fish array changed. You sang for a long time.
Autumn grass is divided into Chinese fir dew and bamboo slope under dangerous bridge.
Far peak green bun, harmonious.
Zhao Lunhan is still talking, but he is too partial.
Zhai Xin once raised cranes and waved Korea to invite geese.
Leaning on the stone to collect strange medicine, Linxi borrowed shallow sand.
Osmanthus fragrans is as clear as wiping, while lotus Kagami Akira is as grinding.
Camel with green leaves and deep limping moss.
Umbrella is drunk from the wild, towel is Tian Ge.
Short and loose, like a cripple.
Bank up, a fragrant flying monk, was guarded by Quan.
Diamonds are really good, and silk is easy to pull.
When you have nothing to do, just accompany the smoke.
Ancient poems about oil-paper umbrellas (3) Han Yu, Qingliu II presented to Cui Da.
Autumn ash blows the moon tube at the beginning, and the southern sunrise is short.
I have the opportunity to go to the Buddhist temple, which coincides with the eternal red leaves.
Guanghua flashed on the wall to see ghosts and gods, and closed the fire umbrella.
However, the clouds burn trees and the sun pecks eggs.
The soul turns its eyes and forgets the place, and the red gas melts.
Just like using nine rounds of candles to dry Kun drought in ancient times.
During the two or three seats, the spirit fluid repeatedly entered the glass bowl.
Suddenly, I was surprised that the color became younger, but I believe that fairies are not grotesque.
Lost in Taoyuan, edited by Sad Poet.
The year before last, I thought about it in Jiaoling Township, but it is not a mountain.
Last year, the sail was clear, and the frost maple returned with you for thousands of miles.
Apes cry, partridges cry, and ears are sore and intestines are hard to cry.
Think of a gentleman and work together to get it. Today, you dare to quit.
The origin is plain, and the situation is that Confucian officials are full of leisure.
But you and I are in the same arms, hoeing and leveling.
Don't be busy when you are young, but it is especially appropriate to be clear and persuade when you are young.
People who have nothing to do with alcohol have many bamboo doors to pay.
It should be noted that the season and climate are cold, but fortunately, the pavilion is still warm in the afternoon.
Nanshan forced the winter to become thinner, depicting Kwai Kok coming out of the cliff.
When sadness is buried by ice and snow, a glance is delayed.
Ancient Poems about Oil-Paper Umbrella (4) Yuan Zhen, Twenty Poems about Life in Spring
Where spring comes early, it is in the clouds.
The cage onion is idle and wants to go with the wind.
In the summer, the snow is covered in the corner.
Late, lonely, muddy.
Where spring comes early, it comes in the snow.
Muddy land, only one by one to meet the wind.
The house became thinner and the center of the pool melted.
Since the sorrow is exhausted, who is pretending.
Where spring comes early, there comes the color of the season.
The forest is shining in the distance, and the tall trees are in the east wind.
Water freezes into frost and mud melts again.
Gradually realize that the remnant snow is thin and close to the most pitiful clump.
Where spring comes early, where spring comes early.
The stars are surrounded by darkness, and the smoke is filled with sunshine and wind.
There are many crows in the palace trees, but the towers melt with snow.
Fighting for the edge, the umbrella is self-contained.
Where spring comes early, where spring comes early is forbidden.
The steps in front of the temple are long and sunny, and the pavilion is full of treasures and kites.
Yaoshu cigarettes are heavy and the sky is bright.
Liu Mei lost consciousness, and the blue color has condensed.
Where spring comes early, it comes along the river.
The rain turned to Linpu City, and it was sunny and windy.
Asparagus cone is still short, and jade gradually melts.
A few times when the boat was full, merchants and women all had eyebrows.
Where spring comes early, spring is in the wild villa.
The patient has nothing to do with the sun and his wife is lazy.
Although the weather is warm, the place where I wear it is frozen.
Whip cattle outside the county gate to build Can Cong for the soil.
Where spring comes early, it is in the freezer.
Still pity the snow and gradually feel the east wind.
The weaver girl's cloud bridge is broken and the waves are beautiful.
Then I left sobbing, hating the lotus bushes.
Where spring comes early, it is in the eyes of willows.
Buds bloom in the sun, and they are short and contain no wind.
Green eyebrows are heavy, yellow wax tears melt.
The blue strips are not closed, and the sorrow has gathered first.
Where spring comes early, there is spring.
Ruipai is hard to make snow, and incense is begging for wind.
Long Jiong-qiang complained that Jiang Yao thought of melting.
Every year is the most annoying, there is no cluster.
Where spring comes early, it reminds people of birds.
The magpie's nest moves to the new year, and the kite feathers spin high.
The wild goose startled the sand and warmed it, while the mandarin duck melted in love the water.
The most pitying jade flies into the little beauty bush.
Where spring comes early, it is in the pool.
On the day when the ice fell, the water returned to the air.
Liu loves to move, but Mei worries and melts into the tree.
Before the grass buds came out, I picked a small cluster.
Where the spring comes early, the spring in the play comes early.
Riding firecrackers and fighting cyclones.
Scold the rain and worry, and the ice likes to melt.
My daughter did all the needlework and stole five followers.
Where spring comes early, people like it.
Although Xiao makeup is close to fire, the sunny play is gradually pity the wind.
If you are lazy in the dark, add wine and consider melting first.
Predict the likes and dislikes of flowers and tend to the deepest clusters.
Where spring comes early, it is half asleep and half awake.
Seeing light is like seeing fog, smelling rain is like smelling the wind.
My eyes are still full of dreams, and I am afraid that lifting my body will melt.
But it became a butterfly with two wings, circling the flowers.
Where spring comes early, it is in the mirror.
Cold hands evenly mixed with flour, moving against the curtain wind.
Cebu plum heart drops, melting on the screen.
Thinking of being lazy to wash and dress, but empty to pull out the green silk cluster.
Where spring comes early, it is in the house.
The sun shines in Yu Pei, and the curtain is cool.
The willows are tender and the plum fragrance is harmonious.
Sleeping alone and jealous, stealing acacia bushes.
Where spring comes early, where spring comes old and sick.
The steamed soil paste is swollen, and the weather is warm and itchy.
It seems that the skin is spreading and the qi and blood are melting.
Add a new year and turn white into clusters.
Where spring comes early, you will think of spring.
The traveler's soul surprises the northern geese, and the hometown believes in the east wind.
The heart is gray, but it has not been melted by snow.
The unknown opens the sky, and the empty circle does not open.
Where spring comes early, it comes in the rain.
The dust is slightly angry and the face is as thin as the wind.
Liucuo cries for pearls, and plum powder sweats.
Full of sadness, remember the fragrant bush.