Good feast today (4)
Today's party is so beautiful that the joy of such a feast can hardly end. The timbre of guzheng is so elegant, it is the most fashionable piece, exquisite and ingenious. A virtuous person speaks highly of music and knows the true meaning of musicians. The true meaning of music is everyone's common wish, but no one wants to say it sincerely. Life is like a Lv Ji, only I am like dust, which is blown away by the wind in an instant. Why don't you want to go ahead, be an official first, and enjoy the wealth. Doing nothing and keeping the poor and humble, the obstacles are long and bitter.
Meng Dong's 17th is chilling.
In October of the lunar calendar, the cold is pressing and the north wind is whistling. Full of melancholy, the night is longer, looking up at the stars listed in the sky. Three or five full moons, four or five short toads. A guest from afar brought me a letter. The letter first said that he often missed me, and then said that he had been separated for a long time. The letter on the chest of the sleeve, which has been written for three years, is still indelible. I love you with all my heart, I'm afraid you don't understand.
2. In Tao Yuanming's poems; The second poem:
If you live a leisurely life, you can't control your time. Drive, Xuan died in the east cliff. Shen Yin is going to smoke musk deer, and the cold excites me. Time goes back to ancient times, and I'll drown it. Generous memory for a rainy day, this feeling has long since left. Ten years later, I was temporarily detained. The court was full of wood, and suddenly the sun and the moon lost money.
The first of two poems by Tian She:
I've heard of Nanmu before, but I didn't practice it that year. Repeatedly empty, someone, spring is at ease. In the morning, I was driving, and I was in love. Birds celebrate new festivals, and the wind sends away the rest. Cold bamboo is barren, and the land is far from people. It's a stick-in-the-stick Weng, carefree and never coming back. In other words, to be ashamed of general knowledge, the protection is shallow.
3. Cao Cao's poems:
See the boundless ocean
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Ju Chi Shou
Although the tortoise has a long life, it has its moments. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust. The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
4. Cao Zhi's poems;
Public banquet poems
The son loves guests, and the banquet is never tired. Visit the West Park in the clear night, flying with the cover. The moon is bright, and the line is uneven. Qiu Lan is in Nagsaka, Changlongchi, Zhu Hua. Divers leap out of the clear waves, and good birds sing. God meets Dan hub, and light meat moves with the wind. Let go of your ambition, it will last forever.
Give it to a white horse, Wang Biao.
What happens if you breathe too much? Fate is against me I can't help thinking about the same life, and I can't go back. Lonely souls fly to the old domain, and the coffin is sent to the capital. Those who survived suddenly recovered, and when they died, their bodies failed. If you go to the morning dew all your life. On Sang Yu, the influence cannot be traced back. Self-care is not a stone, which makes your heart sad.
4. Li Bai's poems,
Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa.
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Hard road
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Drink with the moon
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.