Old poems with the word "Jia"

"On the Nineth Day of Fenghe, I was lucky enough to visit Wei Pavilion and climb up the mountain, which should be made when the time is right" Su Ting

It is better to have a long day for a good gathering, and a good time for a high feast.

The dawn light and clouds are washing outside, and the sun is clear and the rain is lingering.

The descending crane is due to Shao's virtue, and the flowers are blown into the imperial poem.

I am willing to accompany the Yang Festival for several festivals and the nine-autumn period for hundreds of millions.

"Songs of Suburban Temple? Movement of Enjoying Huizhao Taizi Temple? Inviting the Gods" is published

Since Chen was recommended, he worshiped Kong Ming.

Idle singing in the hall, thousands of dances in the court.

On the outside, you should keep everything in mind, and on the inside, you should keep everything sincere.

The sound of Feng Sheng is like hearing it, and it sings about its cleansing essence.

"There is a Move in the Mountain" Liu Jia

When the moon rises on Langlang Mountain, things happen in the dust.

Although people's hearts are not idle, there is no movement at night in Jiumo.

Studying the ancients for knowledge is like plowing on a rock.

Qi Jiang has been a wife for a long time, so she didn’t realize the love in her boudoir.

Why live in such a secluded place, in a remote place where no one can fight.

The beautiful trees have existed since ancient times, and the huts were built because of me.

Don’t go out to collect salary, but collect medicine in the vestibule.

Although there are no seeds of spring flowers, the hibiscus blooms on the mat.

Wouldn’t it be disrespectful to the Lord of Heaven if you come to eat sunflower seeds?

"Farewell to Tangzhou Inquiry" Shen Quanqi

The weak crowns have known each other for a long time, and they have not seen each other for many years in middle age.

Life is spent in royal affairs, and everyone is wasting their time.

Liangshou first divided the mountains, and the sound of praise was enough to moisten the river.

I also listened to Zhonghe from the Han Dynasty.

"Sending Friends to Sichuan" by Li Duan

The weather in Jialing is good, and there are two streams in hundreds of miles.

The shadow of the sail is bounded by the word "Ba", and the sound of the bell leaves Hanzhou.

The spring grass is late in the green fields, and the apes are sad at dusk in the green trees.

This is a romantic place, and visitors tend to grow old.

"The Resentment of Xiangxian" Meng Jiao

The ignorant cares about the grass, and the wormwood orchid is the same as the hoe.

Rageing furiously in the autumn forest, the good and the bad are the same.

Jiamu avoids deep beetles, while philosophers regret clever accusations.

Lingjun entered the backflow, and Jin was still a good man.

I would like to divide the springs into different channels and separate the clear and turbid ones into different channels.

I would like to separate my nests and live far away from each other.

It is impossible to protect this will, and how can this situation be.

Xiang string has few close friends, and the sound is solitary and empty.