Year:? Song? Author:? Gaozhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
2. "Three Ancient Meanings"
Year:? Don? Author:? Changjian
The second princess visited Shun, and Wan Li hung south.
It's a long road across Jianghan, and there is no age in a lonely boat.
I don't know where the sky is, I am full of anger.
Tears turn into bamboo, and moths mourn for Sichuan from their eyebrows.
Later generations set up a temple, and later generations called it a sage.
Passers-by set up a shrine to sacrifice, and the fox came to sit by.
Homesickness cannot be tolerated, and apes sing empty mountains.
3. Looking for in the temple
Year:? Don? Author:? Qian Qi
The Zen forest does not pass by, and the history of the column burns incense.
Pigeons don't guess falcons, but clouds can protect frost.
The sound is separated from the dark bamboo, and the official business is scattered in the empty corridor.
On lonely days, herons and foxes avoid chartering.
Spring scenery around the steps, grass bend and other Jun Fang.
4. Cold nights
Year:? Song? Author:? Lu you
The broken house is short-lived, and the class is limited to three nights.
The gloomy flowers and trees are cold and colorless, and the fox makes a sound.
Semi-mud mud seeks fire-like warmth, which is a kind of doubt and comment on children.
There is no need to stand on tiptoe and sigh. It will be sunny in Xun Mei tomorrow.
5. Miscellaneous poems
Year:? Song? Author:? Li fu
Gao Songhuai's integrity is very special.
Short thorns have no straight branches, and a thousand hooks are not long enough.
Pine trees lean against Yungang, and thorns scatter along the road.
The sidewalk invades pedestrians and clothes cannot be taken.
The vines are attached to the bracket, and the fox is so happy that he dies.
Beauty is similar to evil, but there are differences in knowledge.
Autumn leaves fall like spears and halberds.
I feel disappointed and sigh that an axe can do nothing.