If you want to know that a rain is pleasant, listen to the sound of a stream flowing.
The wind is chaotic, the green brocade mattress is chaotic, and the cloud is a thousand jade screens.
Pedestrians talk far across the water, and herons destroy branches and suddenly surprise themselves.
When I was 18, I was only worried about cooking and making wine. Now I'm worried about no retort and no bottle.
2. It rains at night
You fell asleep, and I didn't know Jiang Yu was coming.
The wind is rustling and the sound is like a mountain.
When I sit up, I don't sleep anymore. I feel old.
Recalling the 14th Five-Year Plan, I studied in Panasonic.
Cold nights, hard to know, lonely songs without friends.
Insect language Yi Deng silence, ghost cry sad.
If the rain sounds like this, the heart will not be gray.
That is, it has surpassed KnowledgeLife for ten years.
I don't know about the latter, but I am willing to return.
The old school is full of vegetables and weeds, and the books are already covered with dust.
The sanctuary is like the sky, and it is always urged.
I haven't thought about it yet. It happened this morning.
3. "Once again"
one
There is no wall in space and the wind does not move.
There is only one sunny day in spring, and tourists from Dili are rushing out of the city.
Blue sky is like water, green smoke, clear sky and begonia are two unique things.
Sitting in a poem, the subject and object become immortals, and the beginning is jade snow.
Qingquan Baishi owes this Weng, if it is a cluster of herons with needle feet.
Old eyes are dim, and monkeys and cranes often ask each other.
Secondly,
The sun is shining in March, and it is not noon or morning that comes late.
Close the door, fine grass and new rain, flying flowers and falling spring.
I am a fisherman in the Jianghu, and I know people in Juntaige.
Keshan doesn't suffer from nobody doing it, so he stays in China as a neighbor.
4. Nanxi early spring
When I got home, I met Chunrong five times and was so angry with Chunrong.
High willows hang green, and Mo Mo leaves red.
The louver pavilion is full of sunshine and the mountain breeze is leisurely.
The new year is full of new rain, and last year was not good.
5. Chimonanthus praecox
Li Yuyuan carved the bud, and Jin Ling walked carefully.
From the real wax country, I call myself little Huang Xiang.
The evening breeze blows to Leng Xiang, and the morning light warms people.
Nan Zhi, the same surname, asked me if I was young.
6. "Go home drunk the next day"
I want to go home at night if my master sees me.
I must drink it. This is an ancient disease.
You can't go against your wishes, you want to have a rest.
I stop when I drink too much, and I don't worry when I drink too much.
Going home is dizzy, and the sunset is in the ridge.
There are people in the bamboo forest who want to have a rest and chat.
If you are happy with me, just call me your waiting.
If you make me wrong, you will still turn around when you laugh.
The machine has been used for a long time, but there are still jagged gulls.
Dad Tian is outside me, too. When I get old, he will swim with me.
7. "Twelve Solutions in Early Summer"
one
Lotus leaf scarf is cut like a sample, and Xiantao fans return at noon.
Flies can still be applied when they land, and the dust bottom is closed.
Secondly,
Daphne is full of music, and Fang Yun is tall.
Lost the red brocade quilt and became a small purple cherry.
third
Working in the field for a hundred days worries my father, but only one rain worries me.
No one cares about the water in the field, so let the Qingxi flow freely.
Fourth.
It seems that the order of religious festivals is dark and hurried, and it seems that dust and laziness are born over the years.
But pomegranate grows in summer and blooms every year.
Fifth.
Red medicine on the windowsill comes back in spring, leaving three or two branches in the bottle.
An autumn can love me, but a pavilion at the tip of the blade can't teach me to fly.
Sixth.
Dense flowers are red, green and long, like pomegranate fragrance.
Jin Ying has a rosy face. She eats more honey and fruit.
Seventh.
Jade Qing Jong Chun Kim half sang, which surprised me in my dream.
It rained in the middle of the night in Wansonghua, and there was such a sound in the government hall.
Eighth.
Dongzhu, rushing to the west, swallowing old waves.
Shan Tong should not sweep the water in the atrium, but should write the raindrop pattern of Qian Qian.
Qijiu
If there is no score, the lonely mountain will fly.
He would go when he cried in spring, but Yuan didn't try to persuade people to come back.
tenth
Less than two years have passed, and the scenery of the West Lake remains the same.
There are no lambs on the roadside, laughing at my heavy snow.
8. On the third day of the first month of Geng Xu's reign, I visited the West Lake with her about ten poems.
one
Spring is still too late to allow tourists to see Iraq.
Only plum blossoms can't be hidden, and the fence runs through bamboo.
Secondly,
The golden list reveals the fragrant garden, and only the wall is the sky.
The bus of Ximuyun is still cold, and Yinghua intends to distinguish the Spring Festival.
third
The north and south peaks avoid people skillfully, and the clouds are half waist.
However, covered with a green face, the double tips of the Jade Pagoda are particularly bright.
Fourth.
The next spring comes from the last spring, and the front waves and the back waves urge each other.
The voice of spring seems to say that the West Lake is good. Don't go back if you flow to the West Lake.
Fifth.
Replanting fir and pine trees has been completed and the soil is clean.
The grass sprouted and made it sad only because of her husband's voice.
Sixth.
The peaks and peaks of Shangzhu are deep and complex, and covered with green clouds.
Just say that there is no road, and the earth bells are Sanskrit.
Seventh.
Every family builds a clear spring, and the temple cloud side occupies the blue mountain.
A quick glance awakened my heart and taught you to choose the best.
Eighth.
Spring is as flat as a mirror, and the gate is tidal.
Let go of a board and put it away, still walking around the stone through the sand.
Qijiu
Less than two years have passed, and the scenery of the West Lake remains the same.
There are no lambs on the roadside, laughing at my heavy snow.
tenth
There is nothing on the stone in the tree, only the green onions have not withered.
Fortunately, the cold spring pavilion is launched, and the fish is the threshold of the canal.
9. "Four Poems of Crossing the Lake Ridge, Finding Inspiration in the North Mountain of Jiangnan"
one
The distant mountains are high, the nearby mountains are low, and the low mountains are not necessarily willing to go to Iraq.
It must be cunning in the distant mountains. It's strange to jump around the blue corner of Qingyong.
Secondly,
The mountain falls like a waterfall, and people climb the mountain to compete for greatness.
Looking back, he was taller when my feet were high.
third
A stream of water dragged over the peaks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, leaving thousands of scars and folds.
Who said I was in the middle of the road?
Fourth.
In the morning and autumn, the mountains are abnormal, and the green and red dances are clear.
The painter's coloring Rao Quqiao is such an attitude.
10, light rain
one
When the rain comes, it will be sunny and thin, but it can't be more and more.
Like a jealous poet, a thousand peaks are separated by a curtain of beads.
Secondly,
The rain just let the feet walk, but not, and the leaves rustled for half an hour.
There are thousands of pearls without leakage, and the silk is sparse.
1 1, Xueqing
one
Three thousand silver and ten thousand Yaolin.
The new sunny day is light green, and the falling snow is light red.
Knock on icicles when you are a child, and fall into the palace when you are clear.
Why learn from Bao Xie? Poetry is in vain.
Secondly,
The weather has sent a letter. It's sunny, but the cloud teacher is lazy.
Suddenly Zhang Qingyu's umbrella was on his head, and Haidong gushed out Zijin pheasant.
The snow-capped mountains and ice valleys are actually very warm, and the Yaotai in the Silver Building is particularly bright.
Twenty-four boatmen laughed, and the cold voice became the voice of spring.
12, Chunxing
one
The plum blossom bottle at the bottom of the window is old, and the broken inkstone along the bottle is good.
The poet suddenly became interested in poetry. How can he see the inkstone but not the plum blossom?
Sharpen Xuangui's frosted paper and shake the flowers with floating inkstone water.
Poetry is beautiful, but who is the spring breeze for?
Secondly,
Efforts are chemical industry, not spring rain but spring breeze.
I'm tired of drawing two butterflies in pink, and it's more expensive to lose a bee in orpiment.
13, feeling Xing
one
Reading has always been blamed for short lights, and it is better to find a sentence.
Poetry has lost weight, and only bones have been left recently. Poor hard work is a hollow reputation.
Secondly,
Forget the decline of service and feel the things in spring.
I saw kapok three times as soon as I got out of Meiling.
Mountain deer swim in the city, gulls lie in the sand.
The world of mortals is dead, and the white hair has not returned.
third
Returning to China for one year, Fengshan Jinshui is more boarding.
Don't touch a hundred battles, risk mountains and rivers.
Why do idle people have no access? It is better to watch the ups and downs coldly.
Lotus is making lotus tender, and the moon is full of loose mash.
14 "Ten Poems with Luo Juji in the Mountain"
one
The world competes for speed, and the canal invites the real temple alone.
Intended to rise and fall, the official is neither hot nor cold.
The mountains are like the edge of Sichuan, and the land is like a pond in Jia Xi.
If Tao is an idle man, how come there are ten poems?
one
Laozi is careless, and the spring breeze is painful.
There is still snow on the sunny side, and there is no warbler after the cold.
Occasionally I see a thousand peaks, and my eyes shine.
Tired and sleepy, there is nowhere to escape the sound of streams.
15, Sanjiang Ferry
After the bridge, the stream no longer flows backwards, and the boat has to be propped up by a short pole.
Friendship should flow forever like a mountain stream, regardless of the hardships.
16, yat sen villa
The sun shines on Melissa Zhou, and the snow shines on the rainbow every day.
Whoever throws silver like earth, everything goes into silver light.
Shi Weng's eyes are always sick. He likes to watch yat sen villa and talk about looking up.