Ten classic Song poems are as follows:
1. Lin Bu's "Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden": All the flowers are falling and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don't need the sandalwood board to touch the golden statue.
2. Yan Shu's "Untitled": The incense carriages on the oil wall no longer meet, and the clouds in the gorge leave no trace of the west and east. The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond. After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I stopped smoking in a desolate manner. How can I send the fish book to you? The water is far away and the mountains have the same advantages.
3. Ouyang Xiu's "A Reply to Yuan Zhen": The spring breeze does not reach the end of the world, and there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to sprout due to the freezing thunder. Hearing about returning home at night makes me miss my hometown, and I feel the beauty of things as I enter the New Year. I was once a guest of flowers in Luoyang. Although the wild fragrance is late, there is no need to complain.
4. Su Shi's "Hezi Nostalgic from Mianchi": Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush. Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things. The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built. There is no way to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken. Do you still remember the rugged past? People on the road were sleepy and the donkeys brayed.
5. "Heavy Rain in Youmeitang" by Su Shi: There was a thunder under the feet of tourists, stubborn clouds could not be moved away from the seats, black wind blew from the sky, and flying rain came across the river from eastern Zhejiang. The golden bottles are very shining and protruding, and thousands of sticks are beating the drums to remind them. Arouse the banished fairy spring wine noodles, pour the shark room and pour out the roses.
6. Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu": I live in Beihai and Nanhai, and I can't thank you for sending letters to the wild geese. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. There are only four pillars to run a household, but there are only three pillars to run a country. Thinking about it makes my head turn white when I read, and the ape across the stream is crying in the miasma.
7. Huang Tingjian's "Climbing the Kuai Pavilion": The idiot has left the public's family affairs, and the east and west of the Kuai Pavilion rely on Wanqing. Thousands of falling trees and mountains, the sky is far and wide, and the moon is clearly visible along the Chengjiang River. Zhu Xian is already a beautiful woman, and her blue eyes are as good as wine. Returning to the boat after thousands of miles to play the flute, I am in alliance with the white gull.
8. Chen Yuyi's "Shangchun": There is no way to pacify the army in the temple, so sit down and let the sweet spring shine on the evening peak. At first, all the monsters heard about war horses, but they didn't know that they could see flying dragons in Qinghai. The frost hair of Gu Chen is three thousand feet tall, and the fireworks weigh ten thousand every year. I'm a little happy about Changsha and Xiangyan Pavilion. The tired soldiers dare to attack the dog and sheep front.
9. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an": The world is as thin as gauze in the past few years, who makes people ride in Beijing. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window. Wear plain clothes and don't sigh in the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.
10. Lu You's "Book of Anger" When I was young, I knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain. The building boat crosses Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind. The Great Wall is empty and I promise that my hair is already faded in the mirror. A master who is truly famous in the world, no one can compare with him in thousands of years.