On the day of ruiri. For jiangque Penglai, it is neither fog nor smoke. Green light covers the forbidden park. Zheng Shujing Yan Fang. Fight, and the wind will be gentle. The palace is full of royal fragrance. I like the meetings of various countries, thousands of officials worship and dance, and hundreds of millions have fun together. Happiness is like a mountain. Rainbow should flow in Yuzhu, and lightning should fly. The octave is played smoothly, and the jade candle is tuned. The years when dragons and phoenixes are auspicious. Jiuchong Spring Drunk Flat Peach Banquet. The world is at peace, and I wish the emperor a long life.
Zhao Mengfu's Poem —— Jueju
The moonlight at the head of the stream is as white as sand, nearly ten thousand towers. Who plays the flute into the night and doesn't listen to the flowers in the backyard.
Zhao Mengfu's ci "The Nearest Flower"
Agriculture is a tourist in the south of the Yangtze River. Bird hat and green shoes, there is music in the east wind. It's everywhere. Growing grass is a thousand miles away. Helping Lanzhou makes people drunk. The sunset and the castle peak set each other off. Wanqing Lake sings at the bottom of the sail.
Zhao Mengfu's Ci-"Discovering Lips"
Twilight urges each other, and the window is bright and dark for hundreds of years. What can life do? Win mink. Rich and floating clouds, don't fall in love with green silk quilts. Go back. Smoke water. Dustless.
Zhao Mengfu's Poems-Tomb of Yue Wang E
The grass is separated from the tomb of the king of Hubei, and the stone beast is in danger. Officials in Nandu look down on the state capital, but the people in the Central Plains are still looking forward to Wang Shi's banner. When a hero is killed, it is too late to regret, and the world is doomed. Don't sing this song to the West Lake, the scenery is so sad!