I am urgently requesting the complete collection of poems by Li Bai and Su Shi. The more the better, thank you. . . .
The Song of the Water Dragon
A gift to Zhao Huizhi as a flute-playing servant
The bamboos in Chushan are like clouds, and the exotic materials show off thousands of forests. The dragon's beard is half-twisted, the phoenix's head is slightly swollen, and the jade muscles are evenly wound. The trees are falling in Huainan, it is raining
The clouds are dreaming, the moon is bright and the wind is blowing. Since Zhonglang disappeared and Huan Yi left, I know how much disappointment I have suffered.
I heard that the Lingnan prefect had a deep back hall and a petite green bead. The Qi Chuang school was first visited in Liangzhou, but the colorful clothes were not finished. Chewing Zheng Han Palace,
Pan Shang Liuyu, a sound of clouds. In order to make you wash away, the wild wind and miasma rain make frost and dawn.
Shuilongyin
The second rhyme chapter Zhifu Yanghuaci
It seems like a flower but not a flower, and no one cherishes it. Leaving home on the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful. Lingering damages the soft intestines, causing sleepiness
enjoyed eyes that want to open but also close. The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, but is still called by the oriole.
I don’t hate that these flowers will fly away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate. Dawn has come and the rain has passed. Where is the trace? There is a pool of broken apples. There are three parts of spring scenery,
two parts of dust and one part of running water. If you look closely, it's not Yanghua Dots, but Li Ren's tears.
Shuilongyin
The filial piety and uprightness of Dr. Luqiu showed signs of guarding Huangzhou, and he built Qixia Tower, which is the best in the county. In the fifth year of Yuanfeng, Yu was relegated to Huang.
On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, I dreamed of crossing the river in a boat. Looking back from the middle of the river, there was a mixture of singing and music in the building. The people in the boat said: "It's only fair to receive guests when the public is visible." I feel different
so I wrote this word. At the time of his public appearance, he had become an official in Suzhou
The boat crossed the Chunjiang River, and I lay down and watched the red buildings rising from the green walls. The laughter in the clouds makes the king high and the beauty half drunk. The pillars are in danger, the strings are mourning, and the beautiful songs are lingering, and the clouds are lingering in the water. Thinking of my old friend, the old man, his romance has not diminished, I look back alone in the mist.
I pushed the pillow and disappeared, but the empty river and the bright moon were thousands of miles away. When the five lakes heard the news, they returned in small boats, still carrying Xi Zi. Yunmeng Nanzhou,
The South Bank of Wuchang, a reminder of past travels. In the romantic dream, the dishes came to see me, but they were mixed.
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Farewell, so I left it in writing.
Come back, come back, where will I go? Wanli’s home is in Min’e. A hundred years and a half strong, but there will be no more suffering in the future. Sit and see Huangzhou Zailuo, children
Children are gone, Chu language and Wu songs. Friends in the mountains, Ji Dou She wine, persuade Lao Dongpo.
Yun He. When this is over, things in life come and go like a shuttle. Wait and see, the autumn wind and the clear waves of Luoshui. Fortunately, the thin willows in front of the hall should remember me and Mo Jian Rouke. There is still a rumor that the elders in the south of the Yangtze River are fishing and fishing.
The courtyard is full of fragrance
The carved plates with incense and ice chopsticks grow in the cold, and the painting hall is a unique scenery. The host is affectionate, and the banquet is red. The round and round neck of greasy jade is rubbed into a plain neck, the lotus root
is tender and newly woven into fairy clothes. After the two songs, the empty eaves turn to the moon, and the lingering rhyme is still melodious.
Wherever in the human world, it is commonplace and should be said to be ordinary. There is a mad visitor in the house, which makes me feel upset and worried. It is reported that the gold hairpin fell, and the ten fingers were exposed, and the spring bamboo shoots were slender. I have seen it in person, completely defeated Song Yu, and imagined it in the Gaotang Dynasty.
Man Tingfang
Wojiao has a false reputation and a small profit, so he is very busy. Everything is decided in advance, who is weak and who is strong. Let me take advantage of my free time before I get too old, and let me go wild. In a hundred years, the Ping Cult was awakened, with 36,000 events.
Consider. How much can we do, worry about the wind and rain, half of them hinder each other, so why bother talking about short stories and long stories to the death. Fortunately, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the moss is spreading, and the cloud curtain is high. The south of the Yangtze River is good, a thousand bells of fine wine, and a song that fills the courtyard.
Man Tingfang
There was a king who abandoned his official post in Huangzhou for thirty-three years, and the people in Huang called him Mr. Wang. Because Chen Zhen was sent to spend time with him, it was because of this gift.
Thirty-three years later, whoever survives today will be counted as the king and the Yangtze River. The awe-inspiring cypress trees are both frost-dry and suffering. I heard about the ancient county of Sizhou, clouds and pine windows on the stream and bamboo dock. On the south bank of the Yangtze River, if you don’t send your son away, you would rather cross my country.
搐搐. The sparse rain has passed, the wind dances in the forest, and the smoke covers the clouds. I would like to hold this invitation to you and drink from the empty vat. Mr. Layman is old, and in his dream, he is relatively useless. The singing and dancing have stopped, the pedestrians have not yet risen, and the boat drums are already beating.
Man Tingfang
In the seventeenth year of his life, he began to travel to Meishan with Liu Zhongda. This year I am forty-nine, and we meet each other in Sishang. The Huai River is shallowly frozen, and Jiuliu County
is in the middle. We traveled to Nanshan together on a dark day, and we talked about the old sighs. Because the courtyard was full of fragrant clouds and the water was shallow and frozen, we stayed in the county for a long time. We traveled to Nanshan together on a dark day, and we talked about the past.
I sighed, because I said "the whole courtyard is full of fragrance".
Thirty-three years, drifting in the rivers and seas, thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sails. The old friend was surprised and looked haggard and old in green clothes. I am self-centered, wild and strange, what is the matter with you? I am running around in the world. The fleeting years are over, and we are sitting at the end of the road, holding each other in the frozen stern.
剉剉. Outside Huaipu, there are green walls and empty rocks in ancient temples. Walking hand in hand in the forest, laughing and holding skewers. Don't go up to the end of the solitary peak and linger
looking at the sea of clouds. Where is my home? Because you asked me, I walked back and walked around my pine shirt.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presented to Zhang Xiquan
The sunset rolls up the embroidered curtain, and the water under the pavilion reaches the sky. Knowing that you are mine, the newly made windows are wet with blue and red. I remember that in the Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the south of the Yangtze River
In the mist and rain, there was no solitary bird. Recognize the drunken man's words, and know whether the mountains are beautiful or not.
Thousands of hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted. Suddenly a wave rose and a white-headed leaf danced. I can laugh at Mr. Lantai, but I have yet to understand Zhuang Sheng
The sound of nature, there are male and female in the right way. A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
Shui Diao Ge Tou
Gong Jiu's preface says: I was in Tobu last year, and I wrote Shui Diao Ge Tou to express my gratitude to my son. This year, Ziyouxiang has been away from Pengmen for more than a hundred days, passing the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wrote this song to say goodbye to him. His words are too sad, but they are harmonious. The intention is not to leave early as a warning, and to retreat and follow suit
Happiness is to comfort Yun Er.
Anshi was in the East China Sea, engaged in the work of "Jingqiu". It's hard to say goodbye to relatives and friends in middle age, but silk and bamboo ease the sorrow of separation. Once he has achieved success and fame, he plans to return to the East to the sea and help the sick to go to Xizhou. Yazhi is trapped in Xuan Mian, and his regrets are sent to Cangzhou.
As the years pass by, you must plan early and get brown fur. Traveling thousands of miles away from my hometown, I often stay in good places. When I am drunk and singing, you are at peace with me, but you must help me when I am drunk. Only wine can make me forget my worries. When Liu Xuande was appointed, he lived in a high-rise building.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily and getting drunk. I wrote this article because I was pregnant with my son
When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky about my wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid of Qionglou
The jade sky is too cold at high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where the Qihu is low and the light shines without sleep. There should be no hatred, why will things last forever when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is an ancient matter. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Shui Diao Ge Tou
The public said: This poem is the most beautiful, but it is not for listening to the harp, but for listening to the pipa. Yu Shenranzhi. In the Jian'an chapter, the husband's family who was good at playing the pipa begged for lyrics. I haven't written it for a long time, so I took out the words I left behind, summarized them a little, adjusted the rhythm, and left them behind.
Children and daughters are talking affectionately, and the lights are dimly lit at night. Gratitude and injustice come and go, and you cry in harmony with a snap of your fingers. Suddenly he becomes a majestic warrior, filling his heart with a single drum.
He is full of energy and leaves no trace for thousands of miles. Looking back at dusk, the clouds are far away, and the flying catkins disturb the blue sky.
Among all the birds, the truly colorful phoenix alone does not sing. There are many dangers in climbing up every step, and you will find nothing but lightness when you fall. There is wind and rain between Fanzi's fingers. Put it in my intestines
I can't stand up straight. I pushed my hands back and fell in love with you without tears.
Manjianghong
Meet Dongpo in Qi'an. No wonder he enjoys his leisure time. I asked about it and said: I will marry the Liu family again and leave the official position in three days. I am not worried
I am not worried, but I am worried about the Liu family and cannot forget about advancing or retreating. I am happy to share my sorrows and sorrows, as if I were rich and noble, I would benefit from this. Order his attendants
Children's songs written by him are full of red. The inadequacy of sighing is secondary to rhyme.
Sorrows and joys are found together. After the storm, the river is green in spring. The dream of Wu Gorge is empty so far, with mountains and mountains in disorder. How is it like Boluan carrying De Yao?
The basket and ladle are not enough to satisfy the joyful needs. Gradually, the brilliance shines on the steps of the courtyard, and the orchid and jade are born.
In the deep dream, the music of the heart is conveyed; where the broken heart is, let him continue it. Does Wenjun's son-in-law know? He laughs at your humiliation. Don't you see Zhou Nan singing in Hanguang? Then the prime minister held the old qin in his left hand and settled in the clouds.
The river is full of red
From the west of Jianghan, under the high buildings, the grapes are deep green. It still brings its own, the waves of the clouds, and the spring scenery of the Jinjiang River. You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan.
I am a returning guest who misses the sword. How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently.
Jiang Biao’s biography, I will stop reading it; it’s a pity that you are a crazy virgin. The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers. Not only did the scholars laugh at the dispute, but Cao Gong and Huang Zu were both confused. I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.
Manjianghong
Donwuhui Liuhuaiting
In Tobu Nancheng, the new embankment is solid and the ripples are beginning to overflow. Hidden all over, there are long forests and high mountains, lying on red piles and green piles. The remaining flowers on the branches have been blown away.
I and you will look towards the head of the river. Ask forward, how much spring there is, one of three.
When will the official affairs be completed? Outside the wind and rain, there will not be many days. The Prime Minister flooded the Qushui River, and the whole city fought for it. Didn't you see that Lanting was doing a wedding ceremony?
Everyone sitting there was very elegant. Up to now, the mountains and shades are covered with bamboos, but there are no traces of them.
The river is full of red
By Huai Zi
The Qing Dynasty flows eastward, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the solitary sail is extinguished. The official travel place, green mountains and white waves, thousands of folds. Living up to Lin Xiayi's past, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed. Hate this life, grow up in separation, add splendor to your hair.
A bottle of wine, on the side of the Yellow River; infinite things, let’s start from the beginning. Seeing each other seems like yesterday, many years ago. Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows is yellow. Then I went with you to look for the remaining spring on the pond, with flowers like snow.
Manjianghong
On the 13th day of the first lunar month, I sent Wen Anguo back to the court
God is ruthless, God is also understanding, and he is sentimental about visiting guests. Spring is getting warmer, the morning is coming, and there is still light snow. When you come to Yu to form a ribbon in the spring, I should return to Danquan Stone. Afraid of strange times, drunkenness and lovesickness, separated by clouds and mountains.
Everything in the world is hard to come by; even if a person is healthy, his head should be white. Why should I get drunk? Such joy is hard to find. When I want to express my hatred of separation to the beautiful woman, my tears have already condensed on my eyelashes. But when Mo Qian and Xin Yan came, the news was gone.
Returning to the court happily
"I dreamed of a boat floating on the swamp. Snow waves crossed the river and thousands of hectares of white. When I woke up, my eyes were full of Mount Lu, with countless green walls leaning against the sky." Gaishi
A dream. Ran Gong's poem goes like this: "When will the boat shake the swamp, will my eyes be filled with the sight of Mount Lu and I will feel strange."
I dreamed that the boat was floating on the swamp, and the snow waves were shaking thousands of hectares of white sky. When I wake up, my eyes are full of Mount Lu, with countless green walls leaning against the sky. This person grows close to Xi, and he and you are both guests from the south of the Yangtze River. When I was swimming in my dream, I woke up to enjoy the scenery, and I was throwing shuttles together.
Tomorrow the west wind will still hang on the table, singing my new lyrics with tears in my eyes. After Lingjun left, the mountains of Chu were empty, and the orchids in Fengyang were colorless. Your talent is like a dream
It seems that Wuling is in the West Antarctic. Don't sing new songs about Zhuzhi Ci. Who can say that the past and the present are separated.
Niannujiao
Chibi nostalgic
As the river goes eastward, all the waves will be swept away, and there will be many romantic figures throughout the ages. To the west of the fort, there is Humanity and Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms at Chibi. Rocks pierced through the sky,
The waves crashed onto the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The country is picturesque and there are so many heroes at one time!
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars were turned into ashes. Homeland
My wandering mind should laugh at me if I am sentimental, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, one statue returns the moon in the river.
Flowers in the Rain
When I first arrived in Mizhou, I saw locusts in drought for many years and fasted for months. It was spring, and the peonies were in full bloom, so I didn't get a reward. In September, a thousand leaves suddenly bloom
. In the rain, there was a special place for wine, so I made it.
This year I spend time deep in the courtyard, with the east wind blowing and the tea smoke blowing. But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. To the west of Wendao City, there is a long corridor
An ancient temple and a famous garden. The beauty of the country brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes my sleeves, lingering for me.
The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you. Autumn is getting late, what's the matter with a branch, it remains to me. Gao Hui chatted and chased the shortcomings
The Qing Dynasty merchants had no time for Yu Yan. It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very springlike.
Qinyuanchun
The lights in the lonely house are green, the chickens in the wild shop are buzzing, and the travel pillow is full of dreams. The moonlight is gathering gradually, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds are covered with brocade, and the morning dew is shining.
The world is endless, but the work and life are limited, just like the mayor of this district. After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, filled with memories of the past.
At that time, he was a guest in Chang'an. He was like a young man who had just arrived from the two continents. I have thousands of words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind, and I am writing to you, Yao and Shun. How can this be so difficult?
When I use renunciation, my actions are hidden in me. Why not just sit back and watch. He is tall and strong, but he is still young and has a high reputation.
Encourage the Golden Boat
He Yue Yun wrote his own tune and named it
The ruthless flowing water and the passionate guest persuade me as if I have known him before. It is rare to see justice when you have the cup and say goodbye. On the curved pool, the year and month are written in small characters. Also repairing bamboos in the lush forest, like the Yonghe Festival.
The slender hands are like frost and snow, arranging autumn flowers with a smile. Don't blame me for singing, but I still say farewell lightly. Go soar here and admire the jade.
The golden palace of the hall. If you want to know how old you will be again, you should have beautiful hair.
A cluster of flowers
This year's spring is light and waxy, and the ice and snow break through the spring beauty. There is a letter in the east wind, no one can see it, and there is a hint of light and lace in the willows. The cold night is long, and the quilt is easy to warm, and the bells and drums are getting clearer and rounder.
On the first day of the morning, half of the mountains are covered with smoke from the pavilions. Visitors will make plans to find fragrance, and the little peaches and apricots should have already competed for the first place. I am sick and have little love.
I am sparse and lethargic, but I love the day and sleep high.
Magnolia Flower Order
The Rhythm of Western Lake by Ougong
The remaining frost has lost the width of the Huaihe River, and I can listen to the gurgling sound in the sky and clear my throat. A beautiful woman is still singing a drunken man's poem, and forty-three years is like being wiped by electricity.
The autumn dew on the grass is slippery, and the three-five-year-old is still twenty-eight. He and Yu are both Shiweng people, but Bodiyue of West Lake is the only one.
Magnolia Flower Order
The charm of jade in the second horse
I know that your immortal bones are not cold or hot, and you will meet again after a thousand years. Therefore, I would like to say something else to annoy the beautiful woman, but I want to watch the rain on the pear branches.
The fallen flowers have been driven away by the returning wind, and the flowers have no heart and the orioles complain to themselves. On the way home from the Ming Dynasty, I went down to the west of the pond, and there was no place where the orioles were singing and the flowers were falling.
Magnolia Flower Order
I heard the night rain in my stoma, Ji Ziyou, Uncle Cai
The rain fell on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and I was startled by the dream and found no place to find it. . The cool night pillow tells me about autumn, and I hear the cold crickets stirring me up.
In the dream, all the time has passed, and I am still drunk, singing and dancing in Jiangting. There must be someone in front of you to ask your thoughts and thoughts to say goodbye.
Moon over the Xijiang River
Two poems about Ruixiang by Zhenjue
The young man’s eyes are dazzled, but I can see through my nose first. The scarf floats in the wind, awakening the spring dream of the banished immortal.
The jade stamens in the Houtu Temple are bright red at the back of Penglai Hall. This flower is absolutely clear and slender, which makes the wine enchanted.
Moon in the Xijiang River
Sitting with guests and seeing the harmony again and again rhymes
There are several songs in Zhulan in the small courtyard, and three links with painted drums in the heavy city. Even more, I watched the light moon turn into light and wind, and return to the fragrant clouds to dream.
The green sleeves are white, and the soap is half inserted in red. The lanterns are scattered in the wine room, and the witty words are flying for a while.
西江月
Reuse the previous rhyme to play Cao Zifang
I blame the flowers and branches for complaining and weeping, and ask you for the famous poem. By remembering the wind of Wu in the grass and trees, the images are like clouds and dreams.
The sleeve of the pen is stained with drunken ink, and the painted surface is red with shame. I know that you are in love with me, and I am afraid that you will be moved by the sight of this flower.
西江月
When you hear that you have two phoenix belts in your hands, you might as well wear the shark gauze alone. The night fragrance is known to be burned with that person, and I look forward to the smoke curling up in the water.
The clouds on the temples are green in front of the wind, and the jade face is red in the drunkenness. Don't teach me to spend my poor night in vain. The moon and the beautiful lady are in love with the officials.
Xijiang Moon
Chongjiu
It drizzles slightly above the building. There are many flat lakes outside the river. Back then, there was a horse show in Dongxu, but now Nanpu is desolate.
Don’t hate the yellow flowers before they are vomited. Let’s teach Hongfen to support each other. There is no need to look at the dogwood in the wine stall, but to admire the present and past of the world.
西江月
Tea Ci
Longbao is the best product this year, and Gulian has treasured springs since ancient times. Xueya Shuangjing scattered the gods, and the Miao descendants came from Beiyuan.
The soup is plump and white, and the floating milk is light and round. Who dares to fight for beauty more in the world, and fight for the red window powder.
Moon on the Xijiang River
Farewell, the dream has gone with the flowing water, and the tear towel is still like a fragrant spring. Xiangru is still the Immortal Zhen, and he lives in Langyuan, Yaotai.
The flowers and mist are misty in the wind, and the singing beads are clear and round with dripping water. The new work of Mo Mei is very beautiful, and I will make instant noodles after returning from the horseback.
Xijiang Moon
The world is a big dream, and there are several cool autumns in life. At night, the wind leaves are already singing in the corridor, and I can see the brows and temples.
When the wine is cheap, I often worry that there are few guests, and the moonlight is blocked by clouds.
Who is alone with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking northward sadly?
西江月
Sending money to be made
Don’t lament that the plains are falling, and it will be too late to go to Lu. I remember when I was young, I must believe that life is like a gift.
Thousands of white hairs are sent to each other, and a hundred deep cups are punished to say goodbye. Why use wine as a pool for swimming? I am already drunk with your virtue.
The Moon over the Xijiang River
Plum Blossoms
The jade bones are filled with mist, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy is sent to explore the fragrant bushes, there is a green-haired phoenix hanging upside down.
The face looks pink when you turn it on, but the lipstick will not fade after washing off the makeup. Gao Qing has chased the dawn sky, and does not dream of pear blossoms.
The Moon over the Xijiang River
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River and drinking in a restaurant on a spring night. Drunk, I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied my saddle and bent my arms, so I lay down drunk and took a rest.
When you wake up, you already know. The mountains are lush and lush, and the flowing water is sonorous. It seems to be something otherworldly. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves in the wild are shining brightly, and the sky is warm and gentle. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and I am arrogant. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.
It is a pity that there is a bright moon in the stream, and there is no way to break through Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Xijiang Moon
Pingshan Hall
After passing the Pingshan Hall three times, I heard the sound of a snap of my fingers. I haven't seen the old immortal in ten years. Dragons and snakes are flying on the wall.
If you want to criticize the governor, you still sing the spring breeze of the willows. Don't say that everything will be empty when you turn around. When you don't turn around, it's just a dream.
Moon in Xijiang
Farewell
Last night the boat went to Jingkou, and now the horse leader is in Changan. What are the old officials and the new officials? There are only Hushan Gongan.
This scene has changed several times in a hundred years, and it is difficult to describe it. Make your talent roll with the waves, and judge new poems.
Linjiang Immortal
Long Qiuzi came from Luo to Shu, carrying two maids and horses in military uniforms. When he goes to a beautiful place in Xishan, he often stays there, and those who see him think he is a stranger. In the next ten years, he built a house in the north of Huanggang and named it Jing'an Jushi. Make this note.
The thin horse carries two maids from afar, wearing a green scarf and jade belt with red boots. Xishan is home. Who knew that on Baxia Road, I would see Luo Chenghua?
The jade pistils are falling on the face, and the spring sun is setting at the beginning of the world. I haven’t seen Ziyun Che in ten years. The new cave in Longqiu is filled with lead cauldrons to raise cinnabar.
Linjiang Immortal
Gift
The poem comes to sharpen my bluntness, but the blunt awl cannot understand and produce a awn. Huanyan relieves me of the frost. The wine garden brings clear dreams and sleep, and spring grass fills the pond.
Ying Nian, an old man at the foot of Xuetang slope, used to collect rue in the past. After becoming famous, he returned home early. When I get back in the car, I see a thousand chapters in the tree.
Linjiang Immortal
Xin Wei left Hangzhou to run, and said goodbye to Zhang Bi Bingdao
I advise Beard Zhang to go back, but I have never forgotten my love. The dusty mind disappears and the mind becomes peaceful. Jiangnan and Saibei, there is no place to go.
Zu Dou Geng Sang is really over the top, I will tell you Nan Rong. I would like to hear that Wuyue reports a good harvest. If the king asks, it is up to the king to tie his stockings.
Linjiang Fairy
Winter is a thing of the past
Since ancient times, we have always had a day off, so why not sing in a low voice. The sky falls and the clouds return to spring. The person sitting in the middle is half drunk, and the snow will be deep outside the curtain.
After hearing about the mad censor in the branch office, Ziyun had no way to pursue it. The wind and rain are cold and cold. When I asked the prison chief about his anger, I was suddenly frightened when I saw the crane.
Linjiang Immortal
Send Wang Mian off
I have forgotten Chengdu for ten years, because you have to think about it. With the clear tears shed on the Yangtze River. Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountain, but the solitary guest feels desolate.
Sit down and don’t worry that you haven’t seen me yet. I will be heartbroken when I come back. Diligent and diligent. This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown?
Linjiang Fairy
Who cares about Li Bai? The thatched cottage points to the east of the Yangtze River. The bead curtain is ten miles away and the fragrant wind rolls. Flowers bloom and fade, and there are thousands of separation and hatred.
The light boat crossed the river and arrived overnight. For a moment, I was shocked and laughed. The voice still has Wu Nong's own voice. At the end of the night, facing the wine shop, I am still dreaming.
Linjiang Fairy
Spring has passed on the 90th, so where can I catch up with you if I am too busy? One part spring and one part sorrow. The rain turns the elm pods, and the wind turns the willow flowers.
Mr. Langyuan must blame himself. The movement of the peaches will last forever. I don’t know how hard it is to seek in this world. Donghuang is not restrained and is willing to stay as an envoy.
Linjiang Fairy
Feng Shui Cave Works
The four major elements have always been everywhere, so there is no doubt about Feng Shui here. Therefore, you should send me new poems. Fragrant flowers bloom in the valley, and cold algae dance in ripples.
By having an affair with Tamagawa, the gods may not miss you. And send people home with flowing water. The sun is still setting on the top of the building, and the grass dew has stained my clothes.
Linjiang Immortal
One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, the world is over. Still smiling as a spring warmth. There is no wave in the ancient well, but there is Qiu Yun in it.
Melancholy, I sailed all night long, seeing off the light clouds in the pale moon. There is no need for green eyebrows in front of you. Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler.
Linjiang Immortal
After recovering from his illness, he went to Wanghu Tower to present it to Chief Xiang
Xiu Wen was so thin due to many illnesses that he could not bear the gold belt hanging down his waist. There is a faint fragrance floating upstairs at Wanghu. Playing with sleeves in the gentle spring breeze, and listening to the flute on a bright moonlit night.
When you wake up from drinking and dream, you will always be clear and clear, and the hidden bed will be infinitely more fashionable. The beautiful woman did not see Dong Jiaorao. Wandering around the moon, spending the poor night in empty space.
Linjiang Fairy
Drinking at Dongpo at night and waking up drunk again, returning as if at midnight. The boy's breath is thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying. The wind is quiet at night and the grain is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Linjiang Fairy
In winter, the ice closes the well, and the bright moon in the painting hall invades the curtains. The blue vat shines brightly and cries sadly. The green vat is full of temptations, but the pink tears are still hanging down.
Before finishing the song, he hid his tears and sang with a hint of sadness. There should be no conflict between the two words of love. If you want to know where the heart is broken, dark dust flies on the beam.
Yu Jia Ao
Jinling Heart-Appreciating Pavilion presents Wang Sheng’s Dragon Picture. The king guarded Jinling and moved to Nanjun in one day to take charge of the affairs.
Throughout the ages, dragons and tigers have crouched, and they rise and fall in a single hanging from the public. The misty slanting wind blows the drizzle, the grass is flowing across the river, and the elders from the south of the Yangtze River stay with me.
The public's speeding car is flying in the colorful fog, and the red Luan rides on the Qing Luan. But I was surprised that the name of this island was an egret, and it was not my companion. It was about to descend but still flew away.
Yu Jia Ao
Send off to the doctor Jiangzhong
After seeing off the guests, the lights were out, and the cold moonlight in the west building made me dizzy. Tomorrow the tide will come with no certainty, but the tide will come with certainty. The crossing of Zhouheng ferry is close to the city.
The river seems to know the hatred of solitary guests, and the south wind relieves the beauty's anger. Don't learn when you are light and sleepy for a long time, and send questions frequently. You must be loyal and trustworthy on the Qiantang River.
The Fisherman's Pride
Qixi Festival
The beautiful morning cows in the river, the Chinese girl, graceful and graceful in the water, speechless. Looking through the blue clouds and the sunset, I can't find any place to look for. I dream of the green grass growing in Chunpu.
The birds disperse and the remaining flowers are like rain, and the apples of Tingzhou are old and fragrant. The bright moon comes affectionately to shine on the house, but when it is taken, the clear light will send it back.
Yu Jia Ao
Send Zhang Yuantang to visit Qinzhou
I know you want to go to Qinchuan. The white horse and the ferret cannot be kept. When I look back, I can't see the fog in the lonely city.
When the day comes, the flowers in Chang'an are like rain, and the willows in Guan are beginning to fly. Gradually, I saw that the boots and knives were approaching the road, who looked like Wang Wendu on the romantic knees.
Partridge Sky
Dongpo wrote this poem when he was banished to Huangzhou. The real version is hidden in the woods to respect the family
The forest is broken, the mountains are bright, the bamboos are hidden in the wall, and the cicadas are everywhere. Small pond with decaying grass. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant.
Outside the village, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turned to the setting sun. It rained at midnight last night, and it was cool all day long.
Partridge Sky
Chen Gongmi sent out his servant Su Niang to sing purple jade flute music to persuade the old man to drink. The old man drank all he could because he wrote this poem
The red plum blossoms and green plum blossoms were twisted with laughter, and they were the most delicate in the ten miles of Yangzhou. I came to Qixi at night and saw her in person, and she was very energetic.
With her charming back eyes and waist while dancing, Liu Lang lost his soul several times. When I wake up from the wine in the Ming Dynasty, I will know where I am, the purple jade flute among the clouds with broken heart.
Youth Tour
Dragon Boat Festival presents Huang Shou and Xu Junyou
The red sill of Yintang is rippled with dust, and the round green curls are filled with new lotuses. The orchids are recommended for bathing, the calamus is used to make wine, and the weather is still mild.
It’s a good idea to celebrate the festival intoxicated, with a lot of wine and a lot of singing. The smoke of the prison grass is deep, and the people in the court are quiet, and there is no stingy banquet to swim through.
Youth Travel
Runzhou Zuo
We saw each other off last year. Outside the gate of Yuhang, the flying snow was like poplar flowers. This spring is over, the poplar flowers are like snow, but they have not returned home yet.
The wine rolling curtain invites the bright moon, and the wind reveals the window screen. Just like Chang'e taking pity on the two swallows, they shine brightly and paint the beams slantingly.
Ding Fengbo
On October 9th, Meng Hengzhi set up a wine and autumn fragrance pavilion, and there was a frost-resistant pavilion that opened to Jun You alone. The guests laughed, thinking that I had to make you the emperor.
I used this flower as a flower, so I pretended to write this poem.
Two liang's cheeks are slightly red and half dizzy, and Yiyi alone is sending you back. If the Taoist envoy doesn't have this intention, then why not? The double flowers will not bloom to others.
But looking down in the mist and rain, I can’t help but advise you to stop complaining. I even asked the deputy envoy Kuang, who will come with you next year when the flowers bloom?
Ding Feng Bo
On March 7th, it rained on the Shahu Road. The rain gear went off first, and everyone in the group was embarrassed. I did not realize that it cleared up, so I wrote this poem deliberately.
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are lighter than horses. Who is afraid of living in the mist and rain for the rest of his life?
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the place where I have always been free and unrestrained, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Nan Gezi
Use the previous rhyme again
Bring wine to wash away the rain, and sleep in your clothes at night. I don’t know that the bells and drums announce the dawn, but butterflies appear in my dreams, and I feel light all over.
As I grow old, all my talents have been exhausted, and my plans to return have not yet come true. Seeking fields, asking for help, laughing at heroes, loving myself on the sandy road by the lake, and walking without mud.
Nangezi
Late spring
The sun is thinning and the flowerhouses are blooming, and the wind and wheat waves are gentle. A light rain comes at night and washes the countryside. It is a good time for spring and the Qingming Festival is approaching.
The fire of frying tea has been changed, but it is still added to porridge. The king will be high and there will be more peace. This music is soundless, tasteless and the most difficult to name.
Nan Gezi
Watching the lake tide on August 18
Couples riding on the sea, the calyx of the immortal is green. There is no need to use cinnabar to ascend to the Yuan Dynasty, and live where the tide comes, at the end of the world.
The thunder rolls across the country, and the clouds turn over the sea like home. Sitting in peace, I can play the piano with my teeth, and write down the remaining sounds of my return and the praises of Narcissus.
Nan Gezi
Use the previous rhyme again
Ran Ran passed the Mid-Autumn Festival, and her hair was blooming. Incarnate in the dust of the world, watch the tide come and go, and live life with a smile.
Alchemist Sanshan Road, fisherman Yiye’s home. If I had known that I was born with two fangs, I would be a good companion for a young man riding a whale, and he would be a great hero.
Nan Gezi
"Lengzhai Night Talk" says: Dongpo guards Qiantang, and he is not absent from the West Lake every day. I tried to bring a prostitute to see Zen Master Datong, but Datong was shocked.
Dongpo composed long and short sentences and asked prostitutes to sing them
Whose music the master sings depends on the descendant of the clan. Thanks to your clapper and door hammer, I am also acting on occasion, so don’t believe me.
The girl from the stream steals glances, but the mountain monk doesn’t blink his eyebrows. But I am worried that Maitreya will be born late and he will not see his wife when he was young.
Nan Gezi
Bie Runshou Xu Zhongtu
If you want to hold the hand of Heliang, you will be promoted to Yuedantang. The people in the wine shop dispersed and invaded the corridor in the moonlight, the visitors from the north returned in the Ming Dynasty, and the geese flew south.
Slender and tall Mingyu, charming Zheng Jizhuang. For a while, Shuiyun Township was scattered, with only fallen flowers and fragrant grass, and broken hearts.
Nan Gezi
Written in Huzhou
The rain in the mountains passed by, and the creeks and bridges were clear. The secluded pavilion in the small garden is pillowed on the pavilion. Outside the door, the moonlight is like water and colorful boats are crossing.
The frost flowers on the sweet potato bank are all gone, and the snow in the rivers and lakes is flat. The two mountains point to Haimenqing in the distance. Looking back to where the water clouds are, I can find an isolated city.
Nan Gezi
Late Spring
The search for spring is gone on the purple road, and the world of mortals is coming. No one can help but look at the flowers, only to see new pomegranate pistils and a branch blooming.
The clouds are piled in a bun of ice, and the jade fermented grains are carried by the golden statue. Don't urge me, the young man in Luyin, to keep the red scarf with a thousand dots and illuminate the pool.
Nan Gezi
Drinking in Huaimin Xiaoge on Laba Day in Huangzhou
After Wei Huo Yuanxun, Wei Ping was a foreign sage. I can only play the sheng at Gou Mountain, and ride the colorful luan back home to take advantage of the New Year.
The pavilion is warm and burning incense, and the light cold is bathing in the Buddha heaven. When he was drunk in front of the painting hall, he did not forget his haggard old friend and the old riverside.
Nan Gezi
Feelings
Laughing is afraid of the roses, and walking is worried about the treasures and the stiffness. The beauty is in the west chamber as promised, but she is afraid of getting lost in the dark and recognizing the lingering fragrance.
The midnight wind blows through the curtains, and the third lunar month comes to bed. The mat pattern is like water and jade, the skin is cool, what is left behind with Nong, there is residual makeup.
Nan Gezi
Feeling old
I hate who cares, but the clouds are short, and how can they be cut easily? The green eyebrows haven't bloomed for half a year. The bright moon is good and the wind is relaxing. It's anyone's guess.
The spring rain melts away the remaining frost, and the warm wind turns to cold gray. I respect whoever the previous song is for, I will save the last beat of the song and wait for you to come.
Nan Gezi
Zhou Yu, the governor of Chu, came out with a dancing servant girl, so he composed two poems for her as a gift.
She has a pair of buns with double buns and a small turban in the clouds. With a light red face and a small waist, the stack of drums suddenly urges the flowers to beat and fight with spirit.
The sky is wide and the light red rests, and the wind is gentle about Liu Chun. Pengshan's talent is the freshest, better than having a thousand brocades wrapped around one's head and treasures hidden behind one's head.
Nan Gezi
Same as above
Amber wears a waist pendant, and dragon incense goes into the scarf. Only Feiyan is the predecessor, and you can see the slender hands peeling green onions and dancing with concentration.
The catkins are turning in the wind, and the plum blossoms are springing in the snow. The mandarin ducks and jadeites competed for new ones, but Zhou Lang took a look and won the pearl.
Good things are coming soon
Huangzhou sees you off
Hongpin should not cry in sorrow, looking forward to farewell for half a year. Looking down the slope of Xuetang, the old farmer is miserable.
Peach blossoms will bloom on the spring water next year, and boats will float on the willow bank. From then on, the whole city was filled with singing and singing, and Huangzhou was dying to watch.
Good things are coming soon
On the lake
When it rains and clears on the lake, the autumn water has begun to subside. The Zhujing looks down at the cold mirror, illuminating the fading face and beautiful hair.
While drunk, the white silk scarf blew down, and the stream breeze rippled with the moon. I went back in a small boat, letting the smoke and waves drift.
Queqiao Fairy
Send Chen Lingju on Chinese Valentine's Day
Goshan Fairy is a high-spirited person who is not imitated by idiots. The sound of the phoenix flute breaks through the bright moon, and when people raise their hands to thank, they are about to leave.
Kecha has been guilty, the Milky Way is slightly swaying, and it is still carrying the wind, sea and rain. Meeting and getting drunk is the front edge. The wind and rain have dispersed and drifted away.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
Qixi Festival and Su Jianyun
Going back on the chariot, where is Chengdu? Thousands of miles of rivers and rivers. Each of you will write a poem, and leave it to Weaver Girl and Yuanyang Machine.
To reinterpret old songs with new rhymes, we must believe in the release of our friends. There is no place in life where I can't play, like watching Qiao Qiao and Zhu Lou Cai Fang.
Looking south of the Yangtze River
Late spring
Spring is old, when will spring clothes be ready? The waves in the meandering water are low, the banana leaves are steady, and the dancing wind is soft and light. Singing and singing brings peace.
After the light rain, there is no place to encourage plowing. A hundred tongues are speechless, all the peaches and plums are gone, and the geese are singing deep in the zhe forest. Spring color belongs to turnip.
Looking to the south of the Yangtze River
Transcendent stage work
The spring is not old yet, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. Try to look up from the transcendent platform, half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers. Thousands of homes are covered in mist and rain.
After eating cold food, I will wake up and sigh. Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.
Bu Suanzi
Reminiscing about the past
When guests from Shu come to Jiangnan, they always remember Wushan. The romance between Wu and Shu has been the same since ancient times, so you should go back early.
I also borrowed grass from the West Lake from last year. Mo Xizun looked carefully in front of him. He must have an old appearance.
Businessman
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon breaks one's initial tranquility. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred. I picked up all the cold branches and refused to live on them, and the maples fell cold in Wujiang River.
Note from Huang Luzhi's postscript: Dongpo Taoist composed it when he was in Huangzhou. The language is sublime and does not seem to be eating fireworks and cannibalism. There are tens of thousands of books in my heart, and there is not a trace of dust or vulgarity in my writing. How can I reach this point?
Rui Partridge
Watching the tide
The little red flag in the shadow of Bishan is the wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. They clapped their hands to laugh at the drunkenness of the mountains and Janes, and sang the poems of Lang Po in unison.
The sails of Xixing Ferry have just begun to fall, and the sun has not yet set on the top of Yupu Mountain. I want to send you the bottom tune of Chaoge, but I also sing Shijun's poem in front of you.
Ten Beats
Late Autumn
The white wine is in bloom for the ninth time, and the yellow flowers have passed the Double Ninth Festival. Wandering outside and around is like a dream, inside there is nothing but hometown, the sun and moon are long on the east slope.
Jade powder is swirled to cook tea milk, and golden sage is newly pounded to fragrant with orange. The strong frost-dyed mustache supports the green sleeves. There is no way to understand the madness of a crazy man. The madman gets even crazier as he gets older.
Qingpingle
Autumn Ci
The Qinghuai River and the Turbid Bian River are even more on the bank of Jiangxi. When the red leaves arrive, the yellow leaves are in chaos, and frost enters the palace of King Liang.
Where in Qiuyuan, carrying a pot, stopped to visit ancient times and hesitated. The legacy of the twin temples still exists, but there should be no proud officials in the lacquer garden.
Zhaojun's resentment
Farewell
Who did Huan Yi's three tricks, shocking the dream in the green window. The new moon and sad smoke fill the sky over the river.
I want to go but still don’t want to go, the sun will set tomorrow. The flying catkins send the boat off, and the water flows eastward.
Qi's family
This word always refers to the meaning, saying that King Mu of Zhou Dynasty visited the Queen Mother of the West
Jade Turtle Mountain, the Eastern Emperor's spirit is comparable to the other mountains. Jiangque is a mountainous place, and the jade house is deep and far away, leaning against the mist. Quiet and leisurely, with a small ambition, Chanjuan is locked in the golden city. At that time, Mu Man was on a hunting tour, and Cuihua went to the west of the sea. The wind and dew are clear, the whale waves are as far as the eye can see, and the momentum is floating and covering the surrounding area. It's a beautiful day in the distance, the Xuan Garden is quiet, and the green grass is lush.
Arguing over the embroidery and fragrant saddles, the luan and the chariot standing on the ground, the eight circuses are played in Zhitian. The Yao Pond is nearby, the painting building is faint, and the kingfishers are flying. The feast is magnificent, with crisp pipes and strings playing in between, just like the emperor's palace. She has a childlike face with bright teeth, green hair and square pupils, and is round, calm and elegant.
Pour all the wine from the qiong pot and offer the golden cauldron of medicine to strengthen the year of Chun. The ethereal flying bird dances wonderfully, the destiny is fulfilled, and the music lingers drunkenly. The rhyme of the clouds
The sound of the cold springs, the loud songs and the drinking, the slanting moon is low on the river. Gradually the rosy clouds and the sky become darker and lighter, making people return to their thoughts and look back on the world of this world. Romantic
You travel, the jade chariot returns eastward, the apricot blossom wind blows, and the whip sounds for miles. Looking at Chang'an Road, there is a faint willow color and green spots of spring.
Drunken Penglai
Chongjiu Shangjunyou
Laughing and laboring gave birth to a dream, stayed in prison for three years, and returned to Chongjiu. His hair is rustling, and he is scratching his head at the deserted garden. Lai is sentimental, likes to drink and has nothing to do,
Like the ancients who were virtuous. Climb high year by year and lose your hat year by year, but the beauty remains the same.
I must be very drunk at this meeting, but I still smell the purple chrysanthemums and dogwoods carefully. The frosty wind shakes down, and there are two willows planted by hands. Next year and today, I will look westward to the mouth of the Yangtze River. Meeting with the people of the state, drinking the love left by the public, the river is full of mellow wine.
Congratulations to the bridegroom
Xia Jing
The milk swallows fly to the mansion, no one is there, the shade of tung trees turns to noon, and the cool evening brings a new bath. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually
I feel sleepy and lonely, sleeping alone and becoming mature. Who comes outside the curtain to promote the embroidery household? It is a waste of time to teach others, and the dream breaks the Yaotai song. But again, the wind knocked against the bamboo.
The pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning. When the floating flowers and ripples are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look closely at a beautiful branch, your heart will be as heavy as a bundle.
I am afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind. If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles.
Song of the Cave Immortal
Ode to Willows
When the wax is gone in the south of the Yangtze River, after the early plum blossoms bloom. Share the New Year and weeping willows. She has a slim waist and has her own style and style, but her body is still elegant and elegant.
On the bank of Yongfengfang, there is no one at all, except for the golden threads that make the day clear. Broken heart means that when the catkins fly, the green leaves become cloudy, nothing happens, and 10% of people lose weight. No wonder, when the east wind chases you, it blows away the spring wrinkles between your brows.