Full Tang Poetry Volume 465
The fallen leaves are cold on the wall, and the night frost is clear. When I recall this mountain, I will send tourists back to this mountain.
Yin Qin is a toaster, and Xiao Yue is a window white.
Volume 465 Yang Heng _2 Lvjiang Pavilion
I can't sleep on the side of the button, so I can clean my skirt. Lonely boat night, far from Wan Li's heart.
Friends cherish Yao grass and send it. On the first day of the third month, Jiang Shen was cold and lonely.
Volume 465_3 gave an empty ticket to send Wei Xiucai and Yang Heng to a rainy night.
The eaves are dripping, and the red is sprinkled with green. Drunk and hazy, sad and intermittent.
Early spring is thin, and a little miscellaneous is more vocal. I have sorrow in my heart, and some people are like jade.
Volume 465 _4 Recruitment of Yang Heng
The west wind often sings geese, and the sun does not rise in the eastern suburbs. Numerous smoke screens are faint and dark.
Looking at the clouds and worrying about jade, sleeping on the moon and thinking about quality. Excuse me, if you touch clothes, why is it so fragrant?
Volume 465_5 Mr Lu You, therefore, lives in Yang Heng.
Alone in the valley, moss is nowhere to be found. Looking up at the ape hanging from the tree, leaning over the crane nest stone.
There is a rock house in the world, which is said to be a spiritual house. There is no sunshine in the deep mountains and forests, and the quiet water becomes fresh and blue.
When you pick up your salary, you will find an ancient book. Remember to wait for Yunxing and burn incense at night.
Volume 465_6 Title Xuanhe Poetry Immortal Shi Yao Yang Heng
The hillside is quiet, and the stone blocks the clouds. There is a path around the room, and the smoke is deep.
Enter the pine to draw cold water and ask the fairy scriptures of the crane. A few stones will return the fragrance, and the wind will be zero.
When I went to Huabiao, I was poor several times. However, what I care about is the official wanderer, and I am like a firefly in the frost.
Volume 465_7 Lu Shizhai's poem "Yang Heng"
Yin Qin shines all night. It's a sleepless night. The afterglow contains mist, and the falling embers burst into an empty feast.
Who knows better than Qin Lou? Don't worry.
Volume 465 _8 Farewell to Yang Heng in Yiling County
It's an honor to marry a mingde heir. The situation is a matter of life and death. I don't care about Artemisia.
Wild goose is thin and affectionate. If the chorus is a drum and a harp, it rhymes like a harp.
It is superfluous not to stand empty. When the moon is full, Cang Bo's letter floats and sinks.
Jingtai is in the morning, and the night is doubtful. Benjamin was worried, and he returned to hatred.
Wait for the couple to be promoted, and let the birds know for a night first. The light condenses the cold wind, and cicadas miss the jungle.
As a souvenir, take a concentric belt and give a hibiscus hairpin. Touching the bosom and painting is more important than gold.
Don't be afraid to leave, don't look for each other. If you are poor, you are willing to go to the mountains.
Volume 465 _9 Jingzhou South and Zhang Bogang Ma Bi Zhong Ling will bid farewell to Yang Heng at night?
The road between Jingtai and Taipei is long and dense. Don't complain that the cup promotes it, but lift it again and again.
Candle flowers invade the fog and the cold wind is bright. Who reads Fan Xiao, silently watching the uneven waves.
Volume 465_ 10 Yang Heng Duan Xi Canyon
There is running water in the east of the shady bank and a breeze on the ground. Sue Cui Jian, Ying.
The heavy forest is rainy and gloomy, and the distance is lonely and bright. Flying over the eaves, white clouds are chaotic.
It's better to have a guest look back faintly than a bandit. When you are at ease, there are five statues of dirt.
Talking about tea and water. The gossip, I don't know the wind.
Volume 465_ 1 1 bitter rain, send it to the king.
The wind and the sea are mixed together, and every summer rain turns into rain. Sticks covered with mud and skirts covered with moss.
Think about the recent drama and you will know the depth. The dark ditch drips at night, and the court rolls at night.
Fold the Jane away from the Kuang, and control the diameter as soon as you find it. To be honest, how miserable it is, the situation is to touch the corner bird.
Volume 465_ 12 autumn night leisure, that is, I sent it to Zheng Yuanwei and Shu Zhi in Lushan Mountain.
Trouble is complicated and unfinished, and its moments of beauty will be unreasonable. Bring good news to the pool, and the stars will return to the week.
Lang Peng is absolutely beautiful, but the situation is very bad. The leaves are cold and the lights are long at night.
Open the piano, find the strings, and get a glimpse of the clear moon. Ran Ran is full of rocks, and the rustling curtains set off autumn.
Miss Shimen Yong, a trip to Mubi Chicken in Myanmar. It seems to be covered with color, and the blue land is hidden around.
Volume 465_ 13 was sent to Yang Heng, Caowan and Tiancang.
In addition to Fang's court, it is burning red and English. As a guest in the alley, there is a crimson iron car at the door.
Read Yi Hu's biography in the morning and learn Yang Ying's book in the evening. The clouds spread their wings high, waiting for Jia Yun.
Although the tassel is covered by clouds, the sound and dust are not sparse. If you are unhappy because of the wind and rain, you should be lonely.
Volume 465 _ 14 Wing Chun Se Yang Heng
The smog is repeated, and it is not foggy or sunny. Add palace willow green, secretly drain peach.
If the thread is lost, the shadow of the gap will pass. Honeymoon on the pillow, in the string.
Promote fragrance, and the old warbler turns to colorful clusters. Poor and heartbroken, but in the east of Luocheng.
Volume 465_ 15 Song Chun Yang Heng
On March 30th, spring returned day by day. When asked about the spring breeze, the Ming Dynasty couldn't stand it.
Send spring to Qujiang and take care of the funeral as soon as possible. But when I saw the splash, I didn't know how many.
Life is like a traveler, with two feet on the move. There are many ways to make progress every day.
Weapons and fire and water can be violated. Only in old age, there is nowhere to hide.
Feeling bad timing, leaning against the south tree in the pool. Today, I send my love to you. My heart is like leaving relatives and friends.
Volume 465_ 16 You Xia Shan Temple Yang Heng
The structure is far away in the south and it is difficult to win. Fortunately, I missed it and had to wander around.
Roadstones are covered with pine branches, and vines hold cranes and boats. Rain Ji flowers and trees are moist, and the youth is prosperous and soft.
There is a red door open in the hall, and the coffin is hung with crimson. According to the hibiscus pot, Jin people live on it.
The flying bird brushes the emergency brake, and the setting sun avoids the ladder. The tail stream is full of drive and meanders flow.
How high it is, it is still awkward to visit it. There is no hidden state in the haze, and the caves are secluded.
Stay for a while after running for a long time. Will destroy this mountain from the edge of incense.
Volume 465_ 17 Yang Heng, Huzhong Siyun Law Firm.
Like Yu Yu, Lin Bao is sparsely populated. There is a son of heaven in the middle, burning a lamp and sitting in a virtual room.
Heart card red lotus metaphor, trace tied blue eyes rhythm. Jade furnace is full of smoke and gold classics are brilliant.
Keep studying and break my dream. Clear water sprinkled with dust tassels, cooling fans is summer.
Birds protect each other together, and there is no smoke. I would like to go back to my family to promote my work.
Volume 465_ 18 Autumn Night Guizhou Banquet to Send Zheng Jiushiheng
It's time to leave when it's time to touch things in autumn. Short songs sell night candles, and countless thoughts are filled with high strings.
Guishui Zhou began to flood, and Lantang couch hung. A cup of self-resistance, three years to serve the world.
Crows are more noisy and the scenery is fresh. You can't * * * this, any more dawdle.
Volume 465 _ 19 Nine-day Longshan Banquet and Fan Shangshu
Meng Jia started from the banquet and boarded the ship thousands of times. The edge of danger is too high, so you can write down your thoughts with a broad mind.
Yellow flowers are blooming, full of green. Yunzha group embroidered colors, music and landscape sounds.
The autumn wind is rushing, and the banquet is light. Everyone hopes to ride a fire, but he still knows the depth of the temple.
Volume 465_20 Jiangling, Fujian to Yang Heng, Hebei
The guests from afar returned to their hometown, and the road came back. The mountains are long and the water is wide, so there is no reason to come here.
Talk about a song and give my son a cup.
Volume 465_2 1 Send Zheng Chengzhi to the Louvre to learn from Yang Heng.
After a hundred years of wandering, everything declines. Gao Hong took off his salary, and Tuas went to wear tassels.
Starting from Tianmu Mountain, it will be a Luo Fuxing. The clouds lie in the stone forest, and the moon peeps at the flowers.
The whole shape is harmonious, and the silence is clearly set off by the environment. The secret of rewelding Ren is a secret, and he has voted for gold many times.
The bell tube pushes away, and the haze follows. Why do you take it seriously in the house and get it back in your life?
Volume 465 _22 Send Wang Xiucai to Annan Yang Heng
You are a sea traveler, who knows the journey? As soon as the whale crosses the mountain, the cock crows before sunrise.
I came back late and I was separated from each other. Not greedy, not greedy, not greedy.
Volume 465 _23 Send GongSunQi out of Guilin to Shu
Guilin is light green and half exposed. Will take a boat and temporarily stop in Kong Fei Tin.
Different from Shu township, Peng Hu is higher than Zhu Ji. Grace is hard to find, and clouds leave marks.
Old households idle flowers and plants, and tame pigeons by the eaves. Wave * * * and forget, the sun sets in Qian Shan.
Volume 465 _24 Go to Yang Heng, Rove, Shi Lian
There are many immortals on the sea, and spiritual people believe in life. Wei Rong looks like ice and snow, chewing the essence of the sun and the moon.
The book is full of words, and it is a step behind. Cui Fa has a long shawl and a light gold cover.
The sound of dawn and dust, and the sound of chickens crowing. The trees are shaded, and Danxia shines on the window.
Burning incense knocks empty silence, and the kotow is too clear. Luan Lu Zhen Yu instrument, flying over, fluttering.
Yuquan liquid in the left hand and versicolor in the right hand. Read the dragon drive and climb to the red city.
Volume 465_25: Deng Zixiao Peak to Huang Tu.
Ziyun is not involved, Lingfeng believes in the dome. There are Qiongzhi under the tree and Cui Faweng on the tree.
The cock crows in autumn and the morning glow is red. You are a real fairy, and you are a waiter.
Burn incense and forget words, and meditate on space. The world is full of splendor, but the empty room is hazy.
Turtles rest in Lan Zhi Garden in Qiongyao Garden, Yun Fei. Jade is not hidden, the sky is light and the wind is light.
I don't understand the good intentions, and the dusty environment is quiet. The vastness is close to Guangzhou and Tianjin, and it will never be used.
Volume 465 _26 Wu Tiqu Yang Heng
Poor Yang, the snow and smoke are deep in Jasper's house. The adventitious branches in black habitat are weak,
There was silence at the head of the city at midnight. Duckweed lingers in front of the door, leaving hibiscus to wash the yarn.
Volume 465 _27 Mi Bai Song Er Yang Heng
Jade tassels, Cui Pei's miscellaneous light, fragrant sweat slightly stained with Zhu Yan. Sing a beige song for you,
The voice is clear, the clouds are rolling, the thoughts are myriad, and the sorrows and joys are harmonious. Keywords golden pot half inclined, Ye Xiang,
Chen Liang was holding a dark red candle and it was raining. Let you sit and listen to the finale, and the fallen leaves are hard to recover.
Step on the beads, step on the banquet and dance in front of the red candle. Fangzi is gorgeous and enchanting,
Looking back, turning sleeves, secretly urging strings. The cool wind is rustling and the moonlight is bright and red-violet is wet.
Pull the skirt and turn it into tears.
Volume 465 _28 Nagato hates Yang Heng
The sound of silk is numerous, the sound of pipe is urgent, and the bead curtain does not blow with the wind. Listen to it 10 thousand times on the pillow,
Waiting for bloom a thousand times. I hope Zhaoyang believes it or not. Look back, hide the red scarf and cry alone.
Volume 465 _29 Send Che Heng
The north wind blew the moonlight in Shuang Shuang, the lotus leaves dried up and the water became clearer.
Don't stay in the Dragon Palace several times. Boys in the snow-capped mountains should chase each other.
Volume 465 _30 Cry forever
If the white chicken and yellow dog don't go, they will be lonely when they are buried. Year after year, the grass dies in full bloom,
Later generations know whose grave this is. Remembering the monarch and thinking of him alone, sleeping alone, and shining on the green maple in the cold night.
Volume 465_3 1 Stay in Yunxi View, and assign Qiu Guang to Yang Heng, Fujian.
The cloud room is an autumn night guest, and Yi Deng Yingying is a virtual wall. Insects wake up guests,
Several people talked very clearly. Don't worry too much about parting, Qiu Guang is nothing else.
Volume 465 _32 Yang Heng picking lotus songs
Fresh and foggy, sunny, full of green. Fish swim loose algae, revealing reddish.
Wu Wa wept at the dusk of Chuko's injury. It is better to be in the snow and frost than to make the incense firm.
Volume 465 Yang Heng's Chinese Valentine's Day in his hometown _33
Zhu Han is often different, and the mountain bridge suddenly revisits. Greet the clouds and worship the Pearl Moon.
Sleeping at night, putting on makeup and worrying. Listening to the sun is unbearable, facing the white elm autumn sky.
Volume 465 Occasionally in spring _34 Yang Heng
Where does spring come from? The bridge is in the east of Shuibeiting. If you don't freeze flowers, it's hard to wake up with ice wine.
Just move the sofa to block the wind and expose the small screen. Nobody advised me to drink, and Yingying urged me gradually.
Volume 465 _35 Title Mountain Temple Yang Heng
After the thousand peaks are white dew, the clouds hang residual lights. One day at the seaside in the morning, the voice of the Panasonic monk passed.
If the door is not closed, the water will be empty for a year. Asked the chief how he was, Rosen gave him a lift.
Volume 465_36 Guangzhou Shimen Temple re-sent Li Shang to the DPRK, Ren Zongzhengqing and Yang Heng.
The elephant went to the clouds, and the Dragon Palace rested on the stone gate. The Qing dynasty still cleared the way, and Huang Mao climbed again.
Seaweed turns into clothes in the air, and pearls are covered with words. That's a guest of chrysanthemum morifolium. I won't leave you.
Volume 465 _37 Send Kong Zhouzhi to the South China Sea to pay homage to Wang Shangshu and Yang Heng
If it is a flood, Kameyama will be greener. Looking at the clouds, the sky is blue and the sun is blue.
Tide gathers mother beads, sand picks up jade feathers. Since the dragon halberd, and then recite incense.
Volume 465 _38 Winter night public houses send Cui Xiucai to Nanyang Yang Heng.
Wen Jun moved the sign, and it took him all night to find it. Buy a toast and spend a hundred years.
The lights are frosty and the wind is cold, and the room is empty. Nanyang keeps an eye on the land, but fortunately it is worth thousands of dollars.
Volume 465_39 Send Chen Fang to pay tribute to Yang Heng, the envoy of the Zhou Dynasty in Fuzhou.
There is an acre of palace and osmanthus flowers in Kuangshan. Although the years of poaching are different, it is the same to wear Yang Zhi.
The face is bitter and the road is empty. I went to pay homage to Linchuan because I pity the caged cranes.
Volume 465 _40 Shanzhai one-night gift to Yan Cheng Yang Heng
Clouds and trees are in autumn, and yellow leaves are on the mountains. It is difficult to sing at night, but dreams are idle.
The window lamp is cold, and the curtain is sad. Why Zen is a guest, but you are discouraged in Wazhou.
Volume 465 _4 1 Say goodbye to Gui and Chen
Sadness hurts ambition, because you are relieved when you are in power. A few nights later, sigh tonight.
Qinggui water connects the sea, and clouds cover the mountains. From then on, there is no way to enter Qin Guan.
Volume 465_42 is a historical work.
Yun lived in seclusion, turned pale and studied Confucian classics. There is land, water and green, and no one is green.
The waste beam is sad, and the wood is lost. In the evening, the smoke is getting thicker, just in time to see Chu Shi Star.
Volume 465_43 Yang Heng, who went to Cixiang Pavilion in Yuanzhou during his illness.
Sick lying on the pavilion, lingering in the corner of the mountain. Wild kudzu trees are on the wall, and birds peck at the plants.
I dare not rise or fall, which is awkward. Whoever can wear perfume is tired of it.
Volume 465 _44 Yang Heng sent people to Leizhou.
The customer refers to the horizon, and this road is on credit. The map passes through Dayu, and the water mail passes through Changsha.
It rains in Leizhou in the twelfth lunar month, and Guilin flowers in the autumn wind. I don't know where there are people from outside.
Volume 465 _45 send car constant
Idle the first year, I don't know the custom of seclusion. It's too late for bananas to fail, and the solitary crane died in early autumn.
What makes a long-term guest? The Zen gate is invisible. I will work with friends from outside the dust to serve you with dignity.
Volume 465 _46 Yang Heng, a Taoist priest who went to Lushan Mountain
Lonely high-rise buildings are cold in ancient times, and you are a fairy. With white hair hanging down and singing,
Pass green cheese around the altar at night. The image disappears with the dust, and the true source looks long.
This is suitable for all ages, and autumn is better than spring.
Volume 465_47 straight as Zhu Sixian Yang Heng.
On the lonely lyre, I know what it feels like to be straight. Fortunately, Zhu Luqu was handed down, which is the name of Su Si.
Cao Rui is empty, but Wang Yan has been doing it for a long time. Generous news, Yuefu movement.
At the beginning of the voice of civil and military affairs, the tone of palace merchants was repeated. Who can cry at the loom all day?
Volume 465 _48 Yang Heng in early spring
Heavy sleep, light head and hangover. Sunny front door, snow-covered half atrium.
The climate changes with the weather, and spring comes from the terrain. Plum in the north eaves is white in the evening, and Liu Xianqing in the east coast.
Draw horns in the green ridge, and drop crane feathers in the pine nest. Old poems are even more clumsy, and few people listen to them.
Volume 465 _49 Question Huashu Yang Heng
I don't even care about flowers. I occasionally come under the tree. Poor branches, one for sorrow.
Volume 465 _50 Stay in Jixiang Temple and send a message to Yang Heng, a hermit in Lushan Mountain.
The wind chimes outside Ting Yun, and the crane stays loose for a thousand years. Acacia has gone, and the moon is full of mountains.
Volume 465_5 1 bian heng
Su Wu Festival is over, and there is no news from Li Ling. When Mei Danglong is on the dragon, people return to the dragon.
Volume 465 _52 Midnight Treading in the Ancient City of Yang Heng
The vast back from the dead, only the ancient city. There are no birds in the middle of the night, and the flowers are bright under the moon.
Volume 465 _53 Dream of Spring in Yang Heng
In the open courtyard, the sun is shining, flowers are in full bloom, and a beauty in red is sleeping during the day.
I don't know what I was dreaming about, but I fell into my pillow when I saw Hosta.
Volume 465 _54 Su Qing Niu Gu Yang Heng
Follow the clouds into Qingniu Valley, and Qingniu Daochang will follow me.
There is only one bamboo beside the altar in the moonlight on a miserable night.
Volume 465 _55 Gold (Yung Wing's Poems)
Buy hibiscus plants with your own money, and only bloom once after two years.
Liu Hong didn't allow his family to see him, but Hu Die tried to arrive early.
The 465th volume Nine days Yang Heng _56
In Huang Ju, purple chrysanthemums fall on the fence, and the picked chrysanthemums are full of wine and love.
I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, but I am forced to join the crowd.
Volume 465 _57 Fairy Ci Yang Heng
At the beginning of Yujing, the purple emperor served, and Jin Yuanyang was full of crimson skirts.
Once the fairy palace is closed, there is no news, and the heart is blue.
Volume 465 _58 Yang Heng
A wise man cultivates himself in a lonely place and a barren land.
It rains in Gansu and thunders in Xia Yun. (Answer to Cui Qianer's "Poetic Style")
One by one, cranes fly into the sky. (See Chronicle)