Volume 523_1 Four poems by Du Mu from the Old Tour of Huaizhong Mausoleum
A visit to the youngest man in the southern expedition, Yu Qing's double jade cut off the fat and fresh. The ballad is full of spring and warmth,
The silk pipe is high and the moon is full. The jade tent army is led by Luo Junyan, and the crimson curtain ring is decorated with immortals.
Mr. Lu’s remaining virtues are still there, just like me repaying your kindness and holding the whip together.
In the middle of Teng Pavilion, the spring banquet is open, and the branches are wild and the drums are clear and thundery. Thousands of curtains hanging from the towers are joined by green clouds,
Thousands of sails are breaking through the waves and horses are coming. The fighting spirit of two dragons and oxen has not been discovered, but there is a bed of pillars hanging high.
Lian Bakong knew more and more what was going on, pearls, emeralds, and sandalwood were piled up everywhere.
Ten hectares of flat lake embankments are covered with willows, and the banks are slender with autumn orchid green. As soon as the moon comes out, a girl is picking lotuses.
The red towers are surrounded by painted curtains. The egret smoke is speckled, and the gentle breeze is green.
The slanting glow is setting the shadow of the western mountain, and the weather of Hongqiao is the same as the thousand steps.
One hundred thousand families in Pingjiang were controlled, and Jiang Jingjing was recast in autumn. After the evening drums and thunder at the top of the city, there were many people laughing and chatting on the bridge. The sunset marks thousands of miles of color, and the moon sings in the afternoon.
In the past, when I was having fun by the peach trees, I was drunk with Longsha and picked Shuluo.
Volume 523_43 Two Taicheng Songs by Du Mu
The whole song is slanting, and the flags are clustered in the evening sand. Han Qinhu is outside the door, and Zhang Lihua is at the top of the building.
Who cares about the land, but envy the frog in the well?
The king announced his troops were in a hurry, and barbarian slaves sat under the drum. The water of Nitang is flowing, and the bones and whiskers are sprouting from the teeth of the fork.
The dried reeds are lit by a torch, and looking back is Pingwu.
Volume 523_44 The rain on the river is sent to Cui Jie and Du Mu
In the middle of spring, the rain on the river calms down, and Yuanwen breaks through Shuluo. Guests are sleeping under the canopy, and fishing in the cold and wet is coming.
The darkness covers the distant mountains, and the sky covers many willow trees. At this time, I feel nostalgic and hateful, and how do I feel about each other?
Volume 523_45 Thirteen years after I resigned from the imperial court in Zhongling, I came to Penpu and felt the past as a poem by Du Mu.
The green plum blossoms are ripe in the rain, and the bows are leaning against the wine flag. The dream of the lost spring of my motherland, a lonely boat sleeping in brown.
Shake the willows on the far embankment, and there is a dark smoke ten miles away. Zhongling Road in the south is like the old days for no reason.
Volume 523_46 Du Mu, Majian, Shangshan
Yunguanglancai is surrounded on all sides, and there are more than ten houses with soft weeping willows. Pheasants fly and deer fly over the fragrant grass far away,
The spring sun is setting in the chicken alley. The old man with beautiful eyebrows drinks wine from the bottle, and the daughter with beautiful sleeves wears wild flowers in her hairpin.
When driving, I think about the dust, and melancholy, I write in the fine sand by the stream.
Volume 523_47 Shangshan Fushui Station (the original name of the station is the same as Yang Jianyi, so it was changed to Fushui Station) Du Mu
Yiqun has never been aware of his merits, so he must go south to mourn him. Xiangchuan. At that time, Zhu Yun was a young man, and his descendants' reputation was high. The evil sycophant spits in the face every time he thinks, and the poor always owes a cup of money.
If the name of the post is not suitable, please change it lightly. Those who stay on guard and look up to the sky will be wary.
Volume 523_48 Danshui Du Mu
No matter what is painful, you will not cut yourself off. The hatred goes away with the dream, and the spring comes with the clouds.
The blue light shines brightly, while the pink waves spread out. There are three hundred feet of green rock, who can build the mausoleum?
Volume 523_49 is titled Wuguan Du Mu
Bixi left me in Wuguandong, and I smiled and cherished the traces of the king and became poor. Zheng Xiu is as charming as drunk,
Qu Yuan is as haggard as a nap. The mountain walls and valleys are still there, but the weak and the strong have swallowed up everything.
Today, the Holy Spirit’s family is everywhere, and the garrison flags are curling up in the sunset.
Volume 523_50 Du Mu, a quatrain on the road to Que Shangshan after being dismissed from office.
The water is folded and the trees are like tents, and there are nine gates in the Yangchun Hall.
I feel melancholy and have no self-determination. I want to go and live in the end.
Volume 523_51 Du Mu on the Hanjiang River
White gulls are flying in the rippling waves, and the green is pure and deep in spring, making it easy to dye clothes.
As people go from south to north, they grow old, and the setting sun sends fishing boats home.
Volume 523_52 Missing Du Mu on a snowy night in Xiangyang
When I think about the past, I can't help but drift away. There is a loud sound at night on the foreshore, and the dense snow reflects the cold light.
The three-year dream is as far away as a thread. In the Ming Dynasty, no one could reach the highest level on Chu Mountain.
Volume 523_53 Sings about the saintly virtues and cherishes the heavenly treasures from afar. Because of the long sentence of Guan Pavilion with four rhymes, Du Mu
The saint worships the text and thinks about the peace of the industry. He sings and sings all over the world. Autumn comes and the momentum of the rivers is strong.
The spirit of the Queen of Frost is magnificent and ferocious. Those with great virtues can conquer all nations. Their virtuous people are invincible and are the Great Wall.
If the king understands the theory of public security, who would dare to wage war in Anshi?
Volume 523_54 Du Mu on the way
The Nanyang Road is green with trees and thousands of peaks follow it in the distance. The blue stream is full of wind, and the fragrant trees are still in the rain.
The clouds are beginning to warm in the wilderness, and the soldiers’ sleeves are half-draped. Broken flowers are not enough to make you drunk. How can you have fun?
Volume 523_55 Returned to Xiangyang and cried for the death of his friend Wei Shoupeng (a work of Du Mu who returned to Xiangzhou and cried for Wei Chu)
The grave of the old friend was set in the autumn wind, and the uncle's road was empty without any trace of his son.
Back to the place where the music and songs are scattered, across the river the flute is played in the bright moonlight.
Volume 523_56 Red Cliff (a poem written by Li Shangyin) Du Mu
The broken halberd sinks in the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed away and recognized by the previous dynasty.
The east wind does not agree with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply.
Volume 523_57 Yunmengze Du Mu
The sun flag and the dragon flag are flying, and the king of Chu is bound with a single rope.
I have always been a transcendent guest from the Five Lakes, not as good as Guo Fenyang at the beginning.
Volume 523_58 When I arrived at Zhaoying, I heard that my friend was leaving the official post and sent him to Du Mu.
The scoundrel came thousands of miles away, and Ming Gong went to the same camp. You may not shed tears, but you only know how grateful you are.
After autumn, when the vegetation is dry and the mountains and rivers are falling. No matter how I look at my homeland, I am still late in driving my horse.
Volume 523_59 Send to Du Mu, the eight commentators of Han Dynasty in eastern Zhejiang
Going on the boat on the stream of five clouds with a smile, jumping pills, sun and moon, ten passages of autumn. When the temples fade and the wine reduces the desire, who will be the mud?
The traces humiliate the soul and feel ashamed of oneself. I have been obsessed with butterflies several times in my dreams, and my article should relieve my worries.
The endless dust and boring things cannot be explained endlessly.
Volume 523_60 Du Mu moored in Qinhuai
Smoke cage, cold water, moon cage cage sand, moored in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant.
The merchant girl did not know the hatred of the subjugation of her country, but she still sang the flowers in the backyard across the river.
Volume 523_61 Du Mu on the way to Qiupu
The autumn rain is poor on the road to Xiaoxiao Mountain, and the wind is blowing along the Xixi stream.
In order to ask about the newly arrived geese in Hansha, they still went to Du Lingwu when they came.
Volume 523_62 is inscribed on the temple of Mrs. Peach Blossom (Mrs. Xixi) by Du Mu
The slender waist shows the new peach blossoms in the palace, and the pulse is silent for several springs.
To end the fate of death, I pity the man who fell from the building in Jingu.
Volume 523_63 Feelings of early spring, sent to Du Mu, Xingyuanwai, Shezhou
Before the snow rises, the sound of cries in the stream has already circled the beach. The plum blossoms are still in decline, and the spring tenderness cannot help but be cold.
After a long sleep, everything will happen in the coming years. I heard that you also have many emotions, where can I rely on the railings?
Volume 523_64 A letter sent to Du Mu from China to North Korea
I have been a little dusty in my life, but I have returned from the dust of being an official. Zhu Fu has been ashamed of his official status for a long time.
In his blank question, he still laments his old future. It should be noted that the road of the world is difficult to enter lightly. How can it be that the king's door is not wide open.
Xiaohan has so many schoolmates, but unfortunately they are all talented.
Volume 523_65 Send to Cui Jun and Du Mu
Shut the letter and report to Ziyu, thanking Pingjin for me. I am ashamed to be a sweeper, who is a fire beggar?
The Ci minister accompanies Yu Yu, and the general rides on the horse. The two places are so unhappy that Jiang Ting sees you off drunk.
Volume 523_66 In the early spring rain, Zhouci and Hezhou Hengjiang, the envoy Pei, met to welcome the two talented people Li and Zhao? Du Mu, Xu Hun’s ancestor . The water in Pugen is warm and the wild geese are taking their first bath,
The plum path is fragrant and the cold bees are unknown. Ci Ke leans on the wind and chants dimly, causing you to return to your horse and wet your banner.
Zhongwei in the south of the Yangtze River has many sentiments, and there are a few poems about looking at the spring clouds with regret.
Volume 523_67 Hezhou Quatrains by Du Mu
In the spring of ten years of drunkenness in the rivers and lakes, I asked six questions on the edge of Niuzhu Mountain.
Liyang knew what was going on before, and people in high positions were trapped one after another.
Volume 523_68 Titled by Du Mu in Wujiangting
The victorious and defeated soldiers have unexpected family affairs, and it is a man who is ashamed and endures shame.
The children of Jiangdong are so talented that their comeback is unknown.
Volume 523_69 is inscribed by Du Mu of Hengjiang Hall
The Sun brothers were promoted to Longxiang, and they were riding high to achieve fame and become emperors.
Who is the master of the country? Mosiji Kong belongs to the fisherman.
Volume 523_70 is sent to Du Mu, a native of Zhangshe, Lizhou.
The meat is well-proportioned and grown in Chunling. I cut off the jade and diamond stars and sent them to you. The stain of sandalwood is half a month old, and the sound of falling plum blossoms is heard through the clouds. The majestic phoenixes in the building are listening, and the water on the sand is swept away.
I think of the purple mud sealing edict from afar, and I should listen to it through the forbidden wall late at night.
Volume 523_71 To Du Mu, the judge of Han Chuo in Yangzhou
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are withered in autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
Volume 523_72 Sending Li Qunyu to Du Mu
The old friend came to see you with a face as white as snow, lying on a couch in the autumn shadow of the blowing clouds.
Three hundred songs of white jade and red flowers, who sings in the spring breeze in Wuling.
Volume 523_73 Send Xue Zhong to Dumu, Hunan Province
Jia Fu’s mash wine is more beautiful and fragrant in autumn. I feel sorry for you, and I go around Xiaoxiang.
Volume 523_74 is titled Du Mu in Yugou, Gantangguan, Shou'an County.
A canal flows into Fanghua Garden in the east, and the garden lock pond is empty for a hundred years.
The water palace is half-tilted, the toad's mouth is astringent, for whom it is shed into the polygonum flowers.
Volume 523_75 Nostalgic Du Mu on the Bianhe River
The dragon boat with brocade cables was used by Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, and the platform was restored to the Han and Liang kings.
Visitors are leisurely thinking about the past, and the willows are broken and their hearts are broken.
Volume 523_76 The Bian River is blocked by Du Mu
When the long river of thousands of miles first freezes, the jade and jade jade rings vary.
The floating life is like water at the bottom of the ice, flowing eastward day and night without anyone noticing.
Volume 523_77 Reward Zhang Hu, a virgin, and send a long sentence with four rhymes to Du Mu
Among the seven sons, Cao Liuxu was in command. In the past, Jianheng knew about Wenju.
No one asked for fire but Kuai Tong. The towers in the North Pole are filled with dreams, and the waves of the Xijiang River are swallowed up in the distance.
My poor motherland is three thousand miles away, and I sing empty lyrics to fill the six palaces.
Volume 523_78 Sent to Xuanzhou Zheng to admonish Du Mu
The official was drunk in Jiangdong, and the dashing and famous Confucianism promoted the ancient style. Wen Shi said goodbye to the Holy Lord.
Beyond the blue clouds is Ming Hong. In five words, I would rather thank Yan Guanglu. If I am a hundred years old, I must be with Duke Wu of Wei.
It is better to go with your father-in-law to pay your respects again. We will discuss whether there are any differences in court.
Volume 523_79 Titled by Du Mu, a scholar from Gaoting (Xuanzhou) in Yuan Dynasty
The water connects to the Xijiang River and the sound of the sky is heard, and the shadow of the pine trees in the small studio is flat against the clouds.
Who taught me to play the flute and enjoy the moonlight by leaning on the spring breeze.
Volume 523_80 Zheng Guan Xielu Du Mu
The Cantonese rhyme is left in powder, and the chicken and dog books are in a boat.
I say that I will never return to the world, and celebrate the New Year with wine in the wind.
Volume 523_81 The title of Yin Qian, a wild man, and the fourteenth rhyme of Chobiyiyi, Du Mu.
Three Wu girls were separated, and they were orphans in Jiuxi prison. The overlord's career is not yet half over, who cares about this court?
After receiving the imperial edict in Yong'an Palace, I prepared a pen and meditated at the station. The universe in the painting is there, and you know the victory or defeat with just a drop of water.
Difficulties are the same as grassroots creation, and gains and losses are measured by the slightest. After thousands of meditations in silence, one period of confusion is clear.
The rivers linger in wisdom and thoughts, and the mountains help support. Be generous and correct the situation, and calmly ask the guilty teacher.
Praise for the drums and horns of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the flags of the late Wei music. His sense of justice is invincible, so he has words to attack.
If it wasn’t taken away by heaven, how could I have considered it again? As soon as the stars set at midnight, the tripod will be moved.
The post office is changing, and things are changing in the daytime. Wherever they work hard, they still write poems about their dying days.
Volume 523_82 A quatrain with a heavy title by Du Mu
Send to the world from the postal booth, and send to the postal booth from the world. How to save yourself, there are many obstacles on the road.
Volume 523_83 Sending Lu Zhen to abandon his official position and return to Du Mu
The young star moved and illuminated the spring clouds, and Wei Queheng's family branched out.
The sudden departure and sudden return should be intentional, and the dust in the world is full of doubts about you.
Volume 523_84 Sends the Mindi to Du Mu, a native of Yuwenshe
The sound of the silver characters is raised and the sound is still sideways, the object is more unique than Keting's rhyme.
Send it to the beautiful lady in the sky. General Huan will not teach you how to blow it.
Volume 523_85 Twelve rhymes to Du Mu, sent to my brother-in-law and Cui Yuanwai of the state.
How can Cui Taishou of Liyang be unfeeling? Enyi is the same as Zhongli, and Xunchishi is a brother.
Light and dust can mix, making the drawing most distinct. The reputation of benevolence and virtuous people in the Taiwan pavilion, the reputation of filial piety and friends in the boudoir.
The western iconography religion was destroyed, and the embroidery industry in the South China Sea was destroyed. Jin Longning looks back, and the pearl mat is willing to stick to it.
It is only appropriate to issue secret edicts, why take a special city by yourself? There is nothing wrong with advancing or retreating, and there must be a reputation for wandering.
The good wind is gentle and soft at first, but the thoughts of departure are lingering. Traveling with gold and horses is expensive in the old days, but spring water is born in Tonglu.
The rain invades the cold house, and the plum blossoms are filled with frozen wine. ***May the Lord of ZTE resurge and sing for peace.
Volume 523_86 Qianxing Du Mu
How to be an old man with a white mustache in the mirror. Don't let the floating child grow up, the child is small and whining.
It is a joy to endure the past, and it is better to have peace of mind than to worry about nothing. The road to peace is familiar, but there is no way to escape.
Volume 523_87 Du Mu in Early Autumn
The sparse rain washes the empty space, and the autumn sign is surprising and new. The strong heat removes cruel officials, and the cool breeze brings old friends.
If you don’t drink enough wine, you won’t be able to enjoy the late flowers. Baht scales and wisps of snow, who feels old.
Volume 523_88 Autumn Thoughts by Du Mu
The heat has gone away and the autumn has faded for half a hour. See you in the pond with light rain, and you will know the good wind in your sleeves.
The hair is short and not combed enough, and the pillow is cool and relaxing. If you have experienced this in your life, nothing will be different.
Volume 523_89 Du ??Mu on the way
The silk hair in the mirror is getting used to sadness, and it is getting harder to brush away the dust marks on the clothes.
Melancholy fishing pole hands in rivers and lakes, but the sun in the west covers Chang'an.
Volume 523_90 Du Mu on the way to the end of spring
I come to visit my hometown when I have nothing to do. Who will teach me to leave my homeland?
Leaning alone in the pavilion and drinking wine, I send out spring poems every spring.
Volume 523_91 Title: Du Mu in the Cottage
The three young trees are growing mulberry trees before spring arrives, and the nursing girl holding the bed cries of hunger at noon.
The Wanzhihou family doesn’t know where the secret salesman will go.
Volume 523_92 Two poems in six words by Du Mu, sent to distant generations
The wine in the river bridge is soft and the wind is soft, and the plum blossoms and snow are charming in the waiting hall.
Wanling Tower stared at me, wondering where my husband could be.
The embroidered collar is left hanging in a bun, and the lilacs are knotted with spring shoots.
Whether you are willing to return to the New Year or not, the green grass in the south of the Yangtze River is far away.
Volume 523_93 Girlfriend Du Mu
Juanjuan has her moon eyebrows, and her new temples imitate the crow’s flight. The dark bricks are evenly painted with sandalwood powder, and the bright windows are painted with jackets.
The sleeves are red and lonely, the eyebrows are dark and the clothes are sparse. I'm going to Changling. I won't come back tonight.
Volume 523_94 Du Mu, the old traveler
?Reciting peony poems leisurely, frowning for a long time with melancholy. Panxiao looked back far away, her slender shirt was late to be straightened into a bun.
Rediscovering the spring day dream, smiling at the light flower branches. The little mayor lives in the tomb, who knows about Feilang.
Volume 523_95 Sending Du Mu far away
Only his shadow follows the frightened geese, living alone in a cage. Xiang Chunluo has thin sleeves, who cares about stage style.
Volume 523_96 Lian Du Mu
How can it be said that there is partial pretense when the clouds are cut. On the day of the Phoenix Festival, the Luan flowers are thinly decorated with incense.
Ask why the screen is bent, and pity the tent to relieve the surrounding defense. The gold steps are stained with dew, and the blue tiles are covered with frost.
Deeply accompanied by spring dreams, silently waiting in the flower hall. Who can see Zhaoyang Palace, with twelve rows of pearls?
Volume 523_97 Posted an inscription to Du Mu, the Beixuan of Ganlu Temple.
I once went to Penglai Palace, and the gate of the Beixuan was the most merciful. I am lonely and high enough to play Huan Yi's flute.
It is suitable to hear Zi Jin Sheng in the mist. The sky meets Haimen with the color of autumn water, the smoke cage and the sound of dusk bells in Sui Garden.
He went to the annual meeting wearing lotus clothes and did not say his name to the mountain monk.
Volume 523_98 is titled Qingyun Pavilion Du Mu
Qiu Pan, Qianren and Yangchang, the origin of Tianfu. Si Hao has Zhi Qing Han Zu,
Zhang Yi has no land and Huai Wang. The clouds are connected to the tent, the shadows are close together, and the pillow is wrapped around the spring. Guests are dreaming of coolness.
The depths will accommodate noble people, and there will be hundreds of mulberry trees in three hectares of water.
Volume 523_99 In the early days of the Zheng Dynasty, Xingqun Du Mu, the governor of Shezhou, was rewarded.
The green rock is thousands of feet leaning against the stream, and Yan Guang once worked as a fisherman. The farther the mountain is, the more the water is divided into a T shape.
The wintersweet flowers are only two years old. In the Ming Dynasty, you must use your sword and ruler. I have a limit in the quiet countryside.
In a ravine in the wind and smoke in Yangxian, it is not creditable to leave the turtle.
Volume 523_100 Occasionally see Du Mu on the river in Quatrains
When the Chu River is cold and eating orange flowers, colorful flags stand in the wind while crossing the wild river.
The grass is as green as the clouds, and the water patterns are like Yan Yan Chachi.
Volume 523_101 Inscribed on Du Mu of Mulan Temple
Bending a bow to fight as a man, I once met Huamei in my dream.
Several times I thought about returning the wine and blessing Ming Fei on the clouds.
Volume 523_102 Entering Shangshan Dumu
Entering Shangshan early, hundreds of miles of clouds, the sound of water under the Lanxi Bridge.
The sound of running water is old to the old ears, but this time the sound of running water is unbearable.
Volume 523_103 Du Mu
Gan Luo was the prime minister of Qin in the past, and Zizheng was the charioteer of the Han Dynasty.
Thousands of years later, I met Wang Shi and read it. At that time, there were still articles.
Volume 523_104 Send Lu Xiucai and Du Mu
Haru Lai and Yan Yuan, send Jun Guchu away. If the murmuring does not change, the sorrow will come again.
Volume 523_105 Drunk Title Du Mu
Golden tweezers wash off frosty temples, and silver gongs reveal peaches. A drunkard cannot help him, and the sun is still three feet high.
Volume 523_106 is titled Du Mu, the Four Hao Temples of Shangshan.
The Lu family has a strong beam and the heir is soft. I am not kind to my nature.
The Southern Army did not reveal its left sleeve, and the four old men An Liu was destroying Liu.
Volume 523_107 The hermit sent off by Du Mu
The grass is rustling along the path without a matchmaker. Since ancient times, Yunlin has been far away from the city.
There are only white hairs in the fair world, but no hair is left on the heads of noble people.
Volume 523_108: Zhang Chushi Villa, a unique Du Mu
A good bird is suspicious of knocking on the chime, and the wind cicada recognizes the kite. Xiuhuang and Jiashu grow on half a rock.
Volume 523_109 Send Du Mu, the judge of Husi, with great care
The Sichuan Pavilion is full of mist and smoke, and I have a song of labor to listen to.
I will take Lihun and follow Baiqi, and worship Wenxing in Santai Star.
Volume 523_110 Farewell to Two Du Mu
Pingpingpingjiaojiao is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
The spring breeze blows ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain.
Passionate but always seeming ruthless, only Jue Zun can’t laugh in front of him.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn.
Volume 523_111 Send to Du Mu
The front mountain is very far away, and the green clouds are together, and there is a faint sound of white snow in the clear night.
I want to send my longing for the moon thousands of miles away, and the rain is falling by the stream.
Volume 523_112 The young man goes to Du Mu
The official is Horse Supervisor, and the position is Commander Yu Lin'er. If the two ribbons are hidden, where will the fallen flowers come from?
Hunting beats the white jade stirrup, and the angry sleeves purple gold hammer. Tian Dou was drunk for a long time, and Su Xinqu gave way to Qi.
A heroic departure from the fortress festival, smiling farewell to the distant mountain eyebrows. Congratulations on the successful news, and the minister wishes you a happy birthday.
Volume 523_113 Penchi Du Mu
Cut through the moss and steal a piece of the sky. White clouds rise in the mirror, and the bright moon sets in front of the steps.
Volume 523_114 You send a message to Du Mu
The clouds are broad and the smoke is deep among the trees, and the river is clear and the water is bathing in autumn. Wherever the beauty is, the bright moon shines over the mountains.