There are weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
farewell to the ancient grass
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate.
o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.
watching mowing wheat and Bai Juyi
Tian family has less leisure time, and people are twice as busy in May.
at night, when the south wind comes, the wheat turns yellow.
the mother-in-law is full of food, and the child is full of pot pulp.
Xiang went with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
it's full of rustic heat, and the back burns in the sun.
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is a poor woman with a child on her back.
the right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.
it's sad to hear what they care about.
Tian's family lost all their taxes, so they picked it up to satisfy their hunger.
what merits do I have today? I never worked in agriculture and mulberry.
Li Lu has three hundred stones, and Yan has surplus grain at the age of one.
I'm ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it every day.
remembering Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good, and
the scenery was once familiar.
At sunrise, the river is more red than fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
You can forget Jiangnan.
selling charcoal Weng Bai Juyi
selling charcoal Weng,
cutting firewood and burning charcoal in the south mountain.
his face is dusty and smoky,
his temples are grey and his fingers are black.
where does the money come from selling charcoal?
wear clothes and eat in your mouth.
The poor man is clothed in clothes,
He is worried about charcoal and wishes it were cold.
It snows a foot outside the city at night,
Xiao drives a charcoal car to run over the ice.
Cows are trapped and hungry.
Outside the south gate, they rest in the mud.
who are the two riders?
the yellow messenger has a white shirt.
put your hand on the paper, and
go back and scold the cow and lead it north.
a load of charcoal,
more than a thousand Jin,
it's a pity for an official to drive a general.
half a horse's red yarn is a piece of silk,
it's filled with charcoal.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold mountains and snows.
Li Shen, a farmer
If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap ten thousand seeds in autumn.
there are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death.
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but every grain of Chinese food is hard.
swordsman Jia Dao
grinds a sword for ten years,
Frost blade has never tried.
I'll show you today,
Who has an injustice?
Tu Mu in the Mountain
The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
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Respondent: LOVE Jiehai-Magician Level 4 2-9 21:1
Gong Zizhen's poems are hundreds, and I don't know which one you want. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
Bamboo Stone
[ Qing] Zheng Xie
insisted that the green hills were not relaxed and the roots were originally in the broken rocks; It's tough after thousands of blows, and it's windy in the east, west, north and south
Lime songs
[ Ming] Yu Qian
If the fire burns carelessly, you should leave your innocence in the world.
[Yuan] Wang Mian
Mo Mei, one of the old immortals, drunk and sucked ink several times, spit out plum blossoms. Seeing grass is different in color, and the mountain forest is different from ordinary spring.
Mo Mei's second
The dough is so used to the wind and frost, why are you willing to take care of the peach and plum fields? Turn the first Jiangnan spring like plum, and the moon is gray with a flute.
the third part of Mo Mei
The first tree in Xiyan Lake, my home, all have pale ink marks. Don't be boasted of good colors, just leave the air full of dry Kun.
Mo Mei Qi Si
Don't be tired of plain clothes's dust pollution, and it is suitable for the mountains and forests. How many idle moons in Yutang, I don't know when I sleep.
after crossing the Lingdingyang
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Wen Tianxiang
After a hard encounter, there were few stars around him. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs. Fear beachhead says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart to shine on history.
in spring
[ Song] Zhu Xi
Winning the day and exploring the waterfront, the boundless scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blowing flowers open, thousands of purple, everywhere is the scene of spring.
Title Lin 'an Mansion
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Lin Sheng
Outside the Qingshan Building outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? The warm wind makes tourists drunk and makes Hangzhou a Bianzhou.
operator divination. Yongmei Song Lu You
There is a broken bridge outside the post, and it's lonely. The twilight came, the plum blossoms helpless, already tired, but also suffered by the wind and rain.
I don't mean to struggle for spring, but everyone is jealous. Even after the fall, be ground into the earth, and into dust again, the plum flowers are still as usual out of the fragrance of continuously.
show your son
[ Song] Lu You
After his death, I knew that everything was empty, but I was sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great song jun team regained the central plains of the day when the arrival of the day, you hold a the home fete ceremony, don't forget to tell me the good news!
showing children
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Lu You
Writing can change bones, but I can't. Learning but being poor comes from no doubt. It's too late for a boy with a gaping tooth to realize this!
show your son
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Lu You
got the Tao like a good family, but you should hide it if you don't have it. Metallurgical ning mo yue? Yun yu avoid selling lightly.
Confucianism is cracked today, and my family is lonely in learning. You Cao can read this and strive to * * * branch the road.
show your son
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Lu You
Wen Yigui can migrate, and he can see the sage and the qi. Eat sweet and take off millet, but don't wait to crow.
Xiao Suoyuan's official dish is sour and cold. Son: I didn't use a plow.
Show your son
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Lu You
Reject the banishment and be returned, and summon the clothes to rise; This is a trivial matter, scholar Nader. When I returned to the East the year before last, I swore to the river. I also know that there is not enough food, but some people die of hunger. Children teach you books without ten papers a day; Every word speaks of sound and shape, but we still have to practice it. If you can be called a good person, you can be in your hometown. Don't talk about five ding yang, meat is despised by me.
Show your son
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Land Tour
Hundreds of mulberry trees have been planted in the east of Shedong, and a hundred-step pond is still built in the west of Shedong, and all the morning tea is harvested and the late tea is produced, and the wheat shows barley yellow. As soon as my hands are full, I will no longer raise my head. Reading habits have not been swept away, and the bamboo slips in front of the lamp are yellow. My son treats chaos from the side, which makes me crazy with joy. You don't need to drink alcohol to get drunk, but you can get a book and sound good. There are many diseases in life, and the unique book addiction is incurable. I hope my son can plough enough food and clothing and read thousands of books.
Man Jianghong
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Yue Fei
Looking at the Central Plains from afar, there are many battlements. Think of that year, flowers cover the willows and protect the phoenix tower and the dragon pavilion. Long live the pearl in front of the mountain, and the penghu temple is full of songs. Up to now, the iron hoof is full of suburbs, and the dust is evil. The soldiers are there, and the cream is on the front. People live in peace and fill the gap. Sighing the mountains and rivers is the same, and thousands of villages are sparse. When do you ask for a sharp brigade, cross Qinghe Luo with a whip. However, I returned, continued my Hanyang tour, and rode a yellow crane.
Like a dream, Song Qingzhao
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew suddenly, so I couldn't get rid of the wine after a deep sleep. I asked the shutter man, but said, "Haitang is still there." "You know what? Do you know? It should be green, fat and thin. "
the fairy of the magpie bridge, Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty
Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and Han people are far away from darkness. When the golden wind and high curative value meet, they will win, but there are countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, and the ritual is like a dream. If the love lasts for a long time, it will last forever.
titled Xilin Wall
[ Song] Su Shi
When viewed from the side of the ridge, it becomes a peak, with different heights. I can not recognize the true face of Lushan, because I am in Lushan.
Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene
[ Song] Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet of Chunjiang water heating. Artemisia basket is full of short reed buds, which is when puffer fish want to go up.
Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia for Su Shi in Song Dynasty
river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow. The majestic river shan qi, such as the picture, how many heroic heroes emerge at a time. Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, strong Lu ashes. I am fugue today in the battlefield, I am feeling the a feeling heart, prematurely born with white hair. Life is like a dream, and one bottle returns to the moon.
Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song
Bingchen enjoyed drinking in the Mid-Autumn Festival, got drunk and wrote this article.
when will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings. I can't stand the cold at the top. I dance to find out what the shadow is like on earth. Turn to Zhuge, arrive at Yehu, and take photos without sleep. There should be no hate, and everything is biased towards other times. Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.
January Day
[ Song Dynasty] Wang Anshi
The sound of firecrackers is one year old, and the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su. Thousands of families always change new peaches for old ones.
Huan Xisha Song Yanshu
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset return?
I can't help it, but I feel familiar with Yan's return. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.
Yulinling
[ Song] Liu Yong
Cold cicada and sad, late for Changting. At the beginning of the shower, all the doors are empty, and the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands looked at each other, tears in eyes, until finally there was no words, a thousand words choking on the throat can not say. Think of this return to the south, this journey is another way, thousands of miles, a stretch of misty, the Night Fog of the sky is a boundless.
Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse, leaving the Qing Autumn Festival in the cold. Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only. There are thousands of amorous feelings, who will tell them!
Yu Meiren Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much is known about the past? Last night, there was an easterly wind in the small building, so the country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.
Carved jade should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sorrow can you have? It is just a river flowing eastward.
the leyou tombs
[ Tang] Li Shangyin
with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs. Sunset, infinite beauty, only close to the dusk.
Shangshan leaves early
[ Tang] Wen Tingyun
In the morning, he started to levy priests and visit his hometown. Chickens crow in Maodian Moon, and people walk in Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the wall of Zhihuaming Post Office. Because of thinking about Duling Dream, the geese are full of returning to the pond.
Qingming Festival
[ Tang] Du Mu
During Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
hiking in the mountains
[ Tang] Du Mu
There are people in Bai Yunsheng, far from Hanshan Mountain. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
I won't post it if I have it in front, but Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan seems to be somewhat different ...
I remember Jiangnan
[ Tang] Bai Juyi
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Palace. Wu wine and a cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance and get drunk with hibiscus, and meet again sooner or later.
remembering Jiangnan
[ Tang] Bai Juyi
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable place is Hangzhou: looking for laurel seeds in the mountain temple in the middle of the month, watching the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion, when will you visit again?
Respondent: kewenfan-Assistant Level 3 2-1 7:7
Jia Dao
grinds a sword for ten years,
Frost blade has never been tried.
Let's test you today.
Who has an injustice?
Respondent: huiguning-Trainee Magician Level 2 2-1 17:11
Wuyi Lane
There are weeds beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Farewell to the ancient grass
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate.
o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.
watching mowing wheat and Bai Juyi
Tian family has less leisure time, and people are twice as busy in May.
at night, when the south wind comes, the wheat turns yellow.
the mother-in-law is full of food, and the child is full of pot pulp.
Xiang went with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
it's full of rustic heat, and the back burns in the sun.
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is a poor woman with a child on her back.
the right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.
it's sad to hear what they care about.
Tian's family lost all their taxes, so they picked it up to satisfy their hunger.
what merits do I have today? I never worked in agriculture and mulberry.
Li Lu has three hundred stones, and Yan has surplus grain at the age of one.
I'm ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it every day.
remembering Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good, and
the scenery was once familiar.
At sunrise, the river is more red than fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
You can forget Jiangnan.
selling charcoal Weng Bai Juyi
selling charcoal Weng,
cutting firewood and burning charcoal in the south mountain.
his face is dusty and smoky,
his temples are grey and his fingers are black.
where does the money come from selling charcoal?
wear clothes and eat in your mouth.
The poor man is clothed in clothes,
He is worried about charcoal and wishes it were cold.
It snows a foot outside the city at night,
Xiao drives a charcoal car to run over the ice.
Cows are trapped and hungry.
Outside the south gate, they rest in the mud.
who are the two riders?
the yellow messenger has a white shirt.
put your hand on the paper, and
go back and scold the cow and lead it north.
a load of charcoal,
more than a thousand Jin,
it's a pity for an official to drive a general.
half a horse's red yarn is a piece of silk,
it's filled with charcoal.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold mountains and snows.
Li Shen, a farmer
If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap ten thousand seeds in autumn.
there are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death.
Li Shen, a farmer
When weeding is noon, sweat drips down the soil.
but every grain of Chinese food is hard.
swordsman Jia Dao
grinds a sword for ten years,
Frost blade has never tried.
I'll show you today,
Who has an injustice?
Tu Mu in the Mountain
The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
/
There are hundreds of Gong Zizhen's miscellaneous poems, and I don't know which one you want ...
Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems"
It's so sad that the day is slanting, and the whip is pointing to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
Bamboo Stone
[ Qing] Zheng Xie
insisted that the green hills were not relaxed and the roots were originally in the broken rocks; It's tough after thousands of blows, and it's windy in the east, west, north and south
Lime songs
[ Ming] Yu Qian
If the fire burns carelessly, you should leave your innocence in the world.
[Yuan] Wang Mian
Mo Mei, one of the old immortals, drunk and sucked ink several times, spit out plum blossoms. Seeing grass is different in color, and the mountain forest is different from ordinary spring.
Mo Mei's second
The dough is so used to the wind and frost, why are you willing to take care of the peach and plum fields? Turn the first Jiangnan spring like plum, and the moon is gray with a flute.
Mo Mei's third
The first tree in Xiyan Lake, my home, all have pale ink marks. Don't be boasted of good colors, just leave the air full of dry Kun.
Mo Mei Qi Si
Don't be tired of plain clothes's dust pollution, and it is suitable for the mountains and forests. How many idle moons in Yutang, I don't know when I sleep.
crossing Dingyang
[ Southern Song Dynasty] Wen Tianxiang.