Poems on the twentieth day of the first month

Poems on the 20th day of the first month are:

First, the dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

Second, "On the 20th day of the first month, I sent three people from Panguguo, Qiting County, to the Zen Garden in the East of the Queen" Su Shi.

In the cold of early spring, I didn't go out of my house for ten days. I didn't know that new youth was swaying by the river. Gradually, the sound of melting ice in the valley and the endless new grass in Ye Yuan covered up the old scars of the fire. A few acres of wasteland left me to live here, and half a bottle of old wine was waiting for my friends to warm me up. Last year, I was walking on the mountain road, and the plum blossoms in the drizzle were falling into deep sadness.

Third, the management of "drunken lying down, seeing begonia in Bird on the twentieth day of the first month"

Spring sounds deserted. Dongfeng evil at the bottom of begonia flower. Human feelings are not as thin as Chun Qing's. Watch the flowers, don't let them fall. This green statue is dedicated to spring. Woke up helpless and worried like yesterday. Pay attention to your date with Dongfeng. Don't worry about blowing flowers, just like blowing sadness.

Fourth, "On the 20th of the first month, I was born in the suburbs with Pan Guoer in search of spring, suddenly remembering that last year was the same day that I went to Queens City to write poems and rhyme" Su Shi.

Dongfeng refused to enter the east gate, and the horse went to find a village. People are like Qiu Hong, and things are like spring dreams. Jiangcheng three cups of white wine, wild old pale face a warm smile. I make an appointment for this meeting every year, so I don't need to assign "evocation".