Chang 'an Spring Hope
Spring waves are far from the shore, and it rains slightly at dusk in Qinchuan. With a high sense of sadness, the smoke tree is more inclined.
spring rain
Scattered flower wharf, empty and dark willow. Looking at the broken ileum, where the warbler cries.
spring
The flowers in the afternoon are cloudy and butterflies are flying in the spring breeze. Sit in Philip Burkart in the afterlife and return to Yanchu Deep Courtyard.
Ling Du
Swallows return home with affection, and flowers bloom without owners. After Ling Du disappeared, jathyapple wandered around.
Palace poetry
It's drizzling in autumn in Nagato, and it's cold and dripping outside the window. If you regret not quitting first, you should hate life.
Spring Festival Evening Harmony
I have been to Lop before, but I hate writing about moss. In the past, poetry was empty, and I came to spring alone.
Jiang Shang Wang Wan
The cold clock is extremely cold, and the ancient temple is separated by heavy rocks. Sitting in the setting sun, the horizon sets and the moon sets sail.
waning moon
The light leaks with the spring, and the shadow is * * * dusk. If it is near the Ming River, it is still suspected of dropping the jade hook.
At midnight, the shadows of the trees are clear, and the night is still accompanied by songs. I have always been willing to hang down the tree, and I will hang up my heart.
Light-colored fans, the rest of the light reflects the birds. Who hurt early don't, meditation * * *.
The story of Badong
Homesickness is everywhere, and I am lonely and tired when I play the piano. Many trees invade the mountain road, and the cold river forces the county gate.
The waves sink to the beach and see the ridge, and the rain crosses the wall. Whelan, haggard and sad, thought of Qu Yuan.
Zhai Qiushu in Badong County
The court was quiet all day, and the crane was idle for a long time. The trees become cool at night, and Qiu Si is on the distant mountain.
Water flows over the pavilion, and moss goes around. Luckily, Jiang Yun looked at it, so why bother to return it?
Looking at the autumn night in Badong Post.
Chu also looked around alone, and it was autumn dusk in the mountain village. Several peaks cross the sunset, and a flute lifts the river boat.
Hatred must be said, and the soul gradually learns Zen. I didn't look back. The deep valley was dark and cold.
Bian Cheng Wang Chun
A person looking at the original west road is twice as gloomy as himself. Castle peak covers the old country and does not block the new year.
Wind gathers sand to form a fan bank, and smoke burns all over Sichuan. There is no end to returning home, and a title of generals in ancient times does not stay.
Books in disease
Sick people will be over 20 years old, so they can't please. Books only read medical records, and guests only wait for medical monks.
Ambition is like snow, mind is like ice. After the storm in the county, there was no cold light to sleep.
grass
I don't want to think about walking alone on the plateau. No one is looking for a path, and the setting sun is all over the river.
Chu Ze Qing Fang, Qin Chuan Chi Cui. It's a waste of time, but who knows.
Chuhuai
The west wind gives birth to far water, and the small whisper sings on the platform. Tomorrow will still be full day and night, so the old people will fall in the future.
Cold flies cry on the black wall and moss grows under the fallen leaves. Whoever goes abroad will come back at the beginning of each year.
Go upstairs and go home in spring
High-rise buildings chat with each other, and a river is flat. No one crosses the water far away, but a boat crosses the sun alone.
Haze filled the deserted village, and warblers were heard in the trees. The past is drifting away, and meditation is suddenly surprised.
Number of sheets in spring
I haven't seen master Zhang, and Yan Hua has made a few new trips. A long idle life is far from hurting spring.
The rain boat is sad at the end of the day, and the smoke is hidden in Weibin. Before I am crowned, I should be a stranger.
Qiu Chengwang
At the end of autumn, you can see the king's achievements thousands of miles away. After the rain, the mountains are not only green, but the frost chrysanthemums are getting thinner.
Evening mist rises in the plain, and birds return from the tall trees. As soon as I saw the river, the air silenced the chanting.
Hanging Chu Shi.
If you grow up with resentment, you will eventually live in poverty. Leave a letter and a lonely crane, and sell ancient books in the grave.
There are no vulgar things in the bamboo house, and there are cold dishes in the autumn garden. What do you mean by good fortune? Leisure is too empty.
Go east and cross the canyon.
After returning to the Three Gorges, the waves were extremely worrying. A cloud breaks the wall, and a boulder blocks the flow.
The road connects Basse, and the wind and smoke connect Chuqiu. I came back to look forward to it, because I miss my trip in the past year.
Winter comic book
When it snows at home, the birds are thin. The sky is light and the clouds are thick, and the forest is cold and dark.
In name only, He Zu is wrong. If you forget everything, you will sweep the stream gate.
Thoughts on winter night tourism
When I was young, I couldn't enter the night. The river is thousands of miles away, and the igloo has niche lights.
Far from relying on geese, lonely songs are sent to Yue monks. The ashes sit in sorrow, and the inkstone water is half ice.
Send a poem or two to a Zen friend Lian Yue in a happy mood.
The west wind hurts far away, and the previous plan failed. At this time, the grass is dusk, when will the mountain return?
Zen should be the same as Confucianism and Taoism, and poverty should be in harmony with heaven. Looking back at Yunxi's companions, I am not afraid of falling down at all.
Shui Ge in the same year as Li Feng.
Simple business is on the threshold of danger, but it feels good. The lonely village burns wild, and the fisherman is very happy.
It is difficult to cross the beach by boat, and it is easy to tilt when the mountain is high. If Tao existed in the Ming Dynasty, how could it hurt Huai Sha?
Hushangzuo
See Nanpu as much as possible and look forward to it. The geese sank into the grass, crossed the river and burned out the sunset.
Years of cold ping terrier, Jiangshan misses parting. I still dream of a sunny night with a white cloud for the time being.
Look at the river you know in the evening.
I was fascinated by that letter for a long time. I set up a corner of the river. Where are the vagabonds? Autumn wind blows the five lakes.
At low tide, birds gather in sand and fishing boats are lonely on the shore. Still sighing at home, the countryside has been destroyed by half.
Jiang hang Shu Shi
Alone along the river bank, I feel like an old swimmer. At the top of Yun Sheng, the moon moves to the river.
Modesty is difficult, centrifugation is easy. Because of thinking about the Six Dynasties, there are eternal worries.
Jinling nostalgia
Looking at five stores, wild smoke is surging. It's autumn when the elm tree comes at night.
The old garden is barren and overgrown with weeds, and Pingchuan is a semi-ancient hill. Looking back alone, the setting sun is quiet.
In the forbidden school, I awarded the second bachelor's degree in the same year.
Go back to introspection and sit silently in front of the west wind. Autumn cold marsh, ancient paulownia in Chaoyang.
The dragon is ashamed to be near the waiter, and the fish pond is sparse. I will be rewarded by smoking with a fisherman.