New clear sky
The re-polished flying mirror shines on the new clear sky, and the hibiscus under the window becomes clearer at night.
Thousands of miles of rice flowers make me sleepy, and the sound of frogs makes me sleep until midnight.
Expressing feelings
It is a pity that spring has come, the long-awaited fate has come, and the sultry dreams have become like smoke.
Don’t count your years, Mr. Dong, to know how many years you have been in love.
Fishing for turtles on holiday
The leisurely elegance is overwhelming, and the fish in the basket is the sweetest.
No less than five oceans can catch turtles, and the economics in hand is proud of the gods.
Take a flight to Haikou
Plunge into the sky with your head high, and see a wisp of sunset in the sky.
You must reach high to reach for the stars and the moon, and your body should not be fluttering.
Haiqing Temple Pagoda
The octagonal brick building has been combed by rain and wind for thousands of years.
Mo Yan’s ancient pagoda is far away from the world, and the shadow of Xiongzhen Lake and Mountain is not alone.
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The disease caused dizziness but blindness, making it difficult to distinguish Wei Zi from Yao Huang.
Where is the love on the Internet? Make friends all over the world.
Don’t be afraid of frequent rumors and defamation, but also rely on your old face and bad habits.
The longing for the moon in front of the window turns into a clear glow and shines on Luoyang.
Tianheng Plank Road
Climbing the winding plank road is like a mirror with no blemishes.
Long Island is surrounded by floating mist and the shore is divided into mountains and seas.
Relying on the fate and sincerely seeking the fate lock, exploring the sea and fishing in the sea.
Leaning against the Qiong Cliff, I screamed and sang, and wrote poems praising the boundless scenery.
Guju
I was in a quiet place, so I brought my book into my humble room.
I was surprised to see a pile of snow on the edge of the ruined wall.
The fragrant coldness alone condenses the coldness, I don’t know when it will appear.
Panzhi is in love with Qingrong, and I feel happy without words.
How can the barren land take away the physical properties of Aoshuang?
The sight melts the mind for a long time, and the blood of young people surges in the chest.
Huanxisha·Spring Flow
The spring flow is rising again, leaving old traces. Diaoji washes his feet and concentrates. Afraid of ducklings sleeping in the shade of tung trees. Purple swallows are singing at every house, and tourists are talking everywhere. Ask about flowers all the way to the garden gate.
Huanxisha·Xueqing
The red sun shines through the clouds and shines on the snowy cottage. There was a lot of excitement at the beginning of the scene. The yellow rooster crows and the swallows call each other at noon. The jade dust in the wind is like catkins, and the snow melts and the rain moistens the courtyard. A picture of spring in Jiangcun.
Talking on the Shasha·Magnolia Poetry Society
The jade bamboos are Tingting, and the magnolia is outstanding. It's hard to be in love with a sexy woman. The vegetarian meal is on the floor and chants of the Chinese dynasty are heard, and the lingering sound of the song lingers over the wine. The wandering girl sings softly, and the playing boy laughs cleverly. The style is not allowed to the elders. Holding the cup, I feel that my face is blushing, and the poems are floating on the wall and the clouds are floating.
Linjiangxian·Wheat Planting
After the rain, the machine plows the fertile soil, and farmers sow and fertilize. The spring blossoms and autumn fruits rush to the agricultural season. Two servant girls are gathering the morning dew, and the bright moon is like a village chicken. When the new seedlings draw the sharp sword, who will not be happy with the beautiful flowers? I am separated from my son and matured every year, I work on my family affairs, and I know the joys and sorrows in my heart.
He Manzi·Tianya Haijiao Tour
The sky is like a wash at the end of the world, and the blue sea is flawless at the end of the world. Drinking in the waves and dining in style on the yacht, the coconut breeze and the sea are the most beautiful. One pillar holds up the sky like a finger, and its arc string stretches over ten miles of clear sand. Being in Qidian, Nanming, I can relax for a moment. Why do you need to know a beautiful girl when you are invited to meet her? The beautiful scenery and natural carvings make it a suitable place for a poet to live.
Guizhi Xiang·Visit Penglai Pavilion
There is no need to grow anything, there is a beautiful scenery to eat, and the haze quenches thirst. Penglai Qiongge in the fairy world is quiet and beautiful. In the setting sun, the red cliffs and green curtains are filled with clear waves and vast oceans. The wind-sheltered pavilion is pretty, and Su Gong's temple is elegant. It's a pleasure to be near and far. Recalling the past, military strategists competed for it. There was Qi, the king of Qi, who fought fiercely on the battlements. The anecdote has now become a scenery, and the reputation is hard to lose. The abbot of Yingzhou is all indistinct, but here is the palace in the sky. I'm here to let go, I'll climb on the back of the turtle's head and boil the blood of Confucian scholars.
Congratulations to the bridegroom on his 20th birthday and send a message to his classmates
Fighting Kunpeng Zhi. Spending time contemplating, harvesting little, and passing years. A chance marriage brings together an unforgettable story. Good friends are separated by mountains and rivers. It's the most heartwarming thing to drink a few glasses of New Year's Eve wine and hold your greeting card in hand. Before the poem was finished, the lyrics were composed and sent. Twenty years are like intoxication. Taking advantage of the New Year, Jing Ran suddenly wakes up and pursues Qi Ji. The firecrackers were used to celebrate the peace, and the grudges in the chest were wiped away. More pickings, peaches and plums in the poetry garden. Try to make a fuyao, flap its wings, build heaven, and try to build the clouds. It must be nourished more, and the awe-inspiring energy must be nourished.
Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Visit Laoshan
I don’t envy the beauty of Penglai. Climbing Mount Laoshan, feasting and enjoying the beautiful scenery, you will be amazed. The waves and sea are soaring into the sky, and the blue water falls like hibiscus. At the pitch point, the smoke is light and the clouds are purple. After the calamity, Qianchun stayed in Taoism, Taiqing Palace, and the fairies haunted the capital. It’s so satisfying to see the historical sites. Want to be in harmony with the scenery. Relying on Lingshan Mountain, I have no worldly thoughts in my heart and forget about my hometown for the time being. The road turns to the peak and the wind turns cold, I sincerely sharpen my ambition. Poetry materials are pouring out, and the paper is moistened with paper. The beer is clear and mellow, and it really quenches thirst. In terms of credit, half of it lies in the divine spring water. Stretch out my hand and pull the cloud into a bun.
Congratulations to the bridegroom and sending a close friend to further his studies
I am speechless and excited. Look at the man, he is poor and independent, his sword is as bright as a test. Wang Lun's love shines brightly, hand in hand in the morning and evening. With Xuanju, the wings float in the sky. There are history and literature that can be explored, holding the wind and frost, and surprising the banquet with wonderful arguments. I really envy you, your ambition is as strong as iron. There are thousands of stacks of blocks in the chest. They are all given, melted in a great furnace, and made into sharp dysprosium. I am still learning to walk diligently before I lead the coquettish style. I am clear and cheerful and the clouds are floating in the air. Refined in a period of time, the dragon-slaying immortal soul will be achieved. I am so talented that you can recognize me, comfort me throughout your life, and leave a lasting mark on your heart. The song is golden, and the poem is parting.
Qinyuan Spring
During the Spring Festival, classmates gathered happily and happily wrote their books
The sun was beautiful and the wind was gentle, and the countryside was full of blue waves. It just so happens that the house is full of friends, and we meet on a festival; the love is lingering, and the joy is on the brows. The dishes are messy and the conversation is hearty. Hot-blooded men don't want to cross paths with each other. We must join hands, hit the water in the middle of the stream, and watch the tide together. The heart is high and the courage is great. Talk about ambitions and interests, and paint grand plans with colorful drawings. The spring breeze is strong, and the future is bright; the path is opened up in the mountain of books, and the sea of ??learning can catch the waves. In front of the bottle, I asked each other to leave a message and write a sentence. Why do you need to scratch your hands to find the rhyme? Taking advantage of the Qing Dynasty, please ask an old friend to show his paper and watch me write.
Qinyuan Spring·Viewing the Chrysanthemum Exhibition in People's Park
It's a good morning to enjoy chrysanthemums, with frost staining thousands of species, and cedars gathering in the green. Looking at the flowers filling the field of vision, they are red, orange, purple and green, fresh and powerful, with a strong and heroic appearance. Beside the Jiuqu Bridge, painted boats are cruising, and patches of red clouds melt into the clear water. Invite travelers to praise the beauty of the famous garden and fill your chest with comfort. The first day of love is bright. In the flower path, people are like bees. Xi Gallery's calligraphy and calligraphy are rich and handsome, and the poems of predecessors are full of majestic charm. If you want to be like a yellow flower, don't follow the popular customs. When the rain washes it and the wind combs it, the color becomes more intense. It's better to go back, buy a few petals of sweet incense, and put them in my room.
Jinluqu·Yuejiang Tower
The tower rises from the ground. It has a majestic appearance, with flying eaves and brackets, leaning against the mountains and facing the water. Decorate Xiaguan and add beautiful scenery, and create a new famous tourist attraction. Shiziling is full of spring. There is no point in talking about military affairs on paper. It depends on the talents of the times and building a pavilion is an ordinary matter. Sparse the chisel hand and mend the will of heaven. Chengyi rewrites the story of Si Lou. Looking at the Chengjiang River, giant wheels are like weaving and the bridge is majestic. The tiger is in the dragon's seat, the king is in full swing, and all the guests from home and abroad are arriving. The buildings are taller than each other, and Jinling is purple. The construction of the Bund is expected by the public and shows great ambitions, and I am also urging Ji to do so. Going up the stairs, dancing and chanting.
·Rhyme of Rural Virtues·
Selected Poems of Cheng Zongcheng
Cheng Zongcheng, courtesy name Ziwei, was born in Haizhou during the Jiaqing period. He studied under Tao Yingrong for 16 years and developed a solid foundation in literature and theory, both rich and practical. After receiving the knowledge from Zhou Shifang, he devoted himself to learning, but it was a pity that he died young. Cheng Zongcheng was fond of chanting since he was a child, and he became a collector of songs. Xu Guilin commented that his poems are "more wonderful than emotion, and clever in ice and snow." He is the author of eight volumes of "Yi Yixuan Poetry Notes" and is one of the fifteen Haizhou poets selected by the "Second Collection of Poems of the National Dynasty".
Climbing the Buddha's Picture of Jinshan Temple
The Buddha's kingdom has entered the void, and the river light is in turmoil.
The mountains are in chaos and the heroes are gone.
Unexpectedly, Jiangnan is so big, and I am so tired all my life.
Longzi sleeps in fear, and the wind and rain suddenly come.
Sitting in the small garden at night
The sound of wind blowing in the courtyard is far away, and the golden bells in the flowers are quiet.
The delicate bird gives birth in spring, and the moon rises over the red bridge in a cage of smoke.
It’s a nice day and the weather is mild. The third poem of Ouyang Xiu's "The Proud Fisherman" of the Song Dynasty: "The child will be born gracefully tomorrow in March, and the Qingchuan will come home late." The sixth poem of "Ancient Poetry" by He Jingming of the Ming Dynasty: "The old lady sits gracefully and gives birth, and the white dew hurts her."
Crossing the Kowloon Bridge
Changhong crosses the east end of the sea, and the vast expanse of waves comes into view.
Half the sound of pine trees and half the sound of water, both calm and autumnal.