Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Two sentences in three years, one song and two tears. If I don't appreciate these two poems, I have to go back to my hometown where I used to live and sleep soundly in the rustling autumn wind.
Send a friend
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
We haven't seen each other for half a year and haven't heard from each other. Depending on the article, you will sing when you are homesick.
I'm always tired of tracking, you know. Don't abandon the pen and ink stone, Su Zhang is Lu Chen.
But if you put your tongue in your mouth, you should be satisfied. Look at the moonlit night, Song Guihansen.
Vote for Meng Jiao
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
There is loneliness in the month, and the world listens to the wind. Jiangnan has a song, and Haibei is strange to it.
Let it float in the cold and hold it in your arms. Stop is overflow, push is ghost.
I know about the snow-capped mountains, but I have an empty sentence. I will get what I really want, and I will be deeply interested.
Before recording the lonely lamp, I still hated the ending of a hundred songs. A crazy machine is sung, and a thousand diseases are stubborn.
The plane of life has not been handed in, and the dream will never be the same. Who is the teacher? Who is the teacher?
I want to follow its trail, but you can attack it. It is easy to get full when sipping waves, but it is difficult to follow danger.
I entered Los Angeles the year before last, but I was hindered by mistakes. Pingjia belongs to Zhao, and the clouds are long and lingering.
Every time I can reach Songhai, the distance is far away. The lungs and intestines are inclined to the original, and they all enter the phoenix tree.
Beiyue temple
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Heng Yue lives in the north. Rocks pile up thousands of pounds, bizarre and unpredictable.
People dare not enter, and the temple is dark during the day. Sometimes it rains, and the world is sprinkled.
God bless, Yongkang is my kingdom.
Send Shang Chen.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The old road is full of thorns, and the new road intersects. You found an ancient method in the wild hazel tree.
Stepping on the road of sage, you look like a Zen man. I used to talk at night as if I were listening to a lecture.
I counted them several times and climbed to the first place yesterday. There is no fireworks at the bottom of the pot, and the emperor is in Beijing.
When visiting a guest's distant room, the host must have a keen eye. Qingyun is not a green hill, when will it rise again?
A generation of old generals
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The past is like a dream, who should trust the old man? There are several battlefields, and there is no one in the Ministry.
Collect sick horses at sunset and take pictures on sunny days. If you want to use it in the sacred court, you must pull out your white beard.
Sushansi
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The towering mountain peak is cold, and a Buddhist temple stands on the top of the mountain. The trees missed the stars, and the moon hurried forward in the clouds.
The mountains are high and rare, and the pine forest stands out from the crowd. An 80-year-old monk has never heard of what happened in the world.
Send a message to Qiu Ru
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The ground is lighter in the vicinity and heavier in the distance. No matter how many sides there are, they are very precious.
I have frosted several times since I lost my laughter. This heart hangs and the sky is solid.
The autumn wind is high in Chang 'an, and the son is in Dongdian County. The appearance of letters is silent, and the wind and rain are good.
It is not easy to rely on a pen and ink inkstone and people to report news. I can't satisfy my heart, but I must enjoy you to the fullest.
For a friend.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Five-character poems are rolled into volumes with fresh rhyme. Different fanatics were drunk, and they accompanied the monks.
Don't say goodbye to flowers and trees in spring, and bring the moon in autumn. But on the first day, he was at the top of the list.
Lotus peak song
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Brocade gurgling Yuxi water, drizzling vines and purple flowers. Ran Ran pheasant has a long red tail.
A wood axe began to fly about. The hollow stone teeth of loose thorn comb are different, and the smoke tastes soft and ginseng core.
A dream on the sunny cliff is accompanied by cloud roots, and the fairy fungus Ganoderma lucidum is in the dream soul.
Meng Jiao cried.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Death is famous, and it must be passed down from generation to generation. Widowed, childless, ruined the house with nymphs.
The tomb is near the hiking trail, and the poem is with the boat. It's cold in the setting sun after old friends hang up with each other.
Send it to Cai Jing
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Jump hoof to rouge, leaving Qin Xing. It is easy to break the fragrance, but difficult to be poor.
Dengfeng is not only Taiyue, but also on tour. At home, Liangshan Cui is full of courts.
Crossing sanggan
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown.
Answer Wang Shen.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Don't treat each other, fight at four o'clock. If you think of autumn first, you will know the sound of insects.
Frost is loose and old, and the moon is like a mirror. Poetry belongs to the same scene, and Qin sits alone in the classroom to listen.
Huang Jujie, not about the heart. In every essay, the breeze is leisurely singing.
The name of the Yangtze river
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
When it comes to peace of mind, the department is empty. Return to the official to seal the night key, and walk the snake into the ancient pass.
After frequent rainfall in the Yangtze River, the bright moon is in the sky. If people are moved, Xixi will be associated with Tong Tong.
Lutong cried.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Sages die without officials, and those who don't kiss are also sad. Empty makes old ghosts cry and new neighbors.
For forty years, I only wore white cloth. Who will chase the hell if the son of heaven is not called?
Chang' an has friends, let it go. The inscription on the side of the tomb is short and the lines are uneven.
I have no money to buy rare plants, and I grow my own branches of wormwood. Give me an article of the day, which will make me cry.
In this respect, I am afraid of losing my legacy.
Song of the sick stork
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The handsome bird also flew high and suddenly climbed down the ladder. Sometimes I walk through the fog,
Nothing goes with the wind. Borrow the swift to get the jade rabbit, and brush the golden rooster in the sun later.
Bak Yan's hair has been shattered, so how can he not be ambitious?
Singing on the pillow
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The nights are long and the days are long, and thousands of poems are sung on the pillow. Why is it bitter and cold and suddenly blown by the east wind?
The ice cracked, the fish and dragons didn't like each other, and the sky was full of Luqi.
Send to Han Xiang.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
How many times have you crossed the ridge? Chaozhou is full of Sichuan. After the flowers bloom in the south, the frozen north returns to the former.
Watching herons sing on the pavilion and listening to apes crying on the boat. Acacia can be talked face to face, but you don't need a ruler to spread it.
Dai Sheng's title
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Star-studded corolla cassock, Ziyang maid-in-waiting incarnates flying.
Can spread the news of last spring, if you go to Pengshan, don't let go.
Like a lonely house
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
When the sun sets, the village guards, and worrying about life is a guest way. Cold mountains are clear and blue, and the autumn moon is lonely.
There are thousands of citrus plants, but half of them are fishermen. Knowing that feng shui is calm, the boat is a reed on the shore.
Reward Li Xuan.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
I come from Beibi, and I come from Xiling Province. When I first met my white hair, Akiyama planned to climb the mountain.
When it rains in the neighboring Imperial Capital, it stays in Yugou Ice. If you don't report it, you will be happy at night.
Yan kangyin
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Living in Yanshou, in order to live next door to Yankang. I don't love Yankangli. I love the people here.
People are not ten years old, people are not nine relatives. People have fairy tales, and they get smoke springs.
Cry for Zhang Ji
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The genie is in a trance, and the rhyme of the stone has been heard. This is ancient, so who plowed this grave?
The old tour is far away, and the domain is divided into Jiujiang. I want to go to Peng Ying and eat cheese and white clouds.
Yang Ni Pavilion
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
As soon as the guests are in a hurry, they will send their old friends back at dusk. The abandoned museum is full of fireflies in autumn, and it is raining coldly in the empty city.
The sunset is dewy, and the shadows of trees sweep the moss. Sitting alone is miserable, and the solitary light can't be turned on.
A generation of frontier generals
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Hold the edge of the sun, and the clouds will be closed after the war. Cry cold when the grass is exposed, and sing long in the spring at night.
Hold the iron in three feet and run for the bull. Serving the country is not expensive, and anger will be flat.
Send Han Xiang.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Hanging seats come from ancient roads, and Changfeng comes from Guangjin. The flowers in Chucheng have not been sent, and the butterflies in Shangyuan are new.
Half moon in the lake, spring on the island. Lonely Linxia Shijing, an extremely simple village god.
Whispering dry reed, Yu Xin moves away. I want to write a letter to the people of Wazhou.
Li sijing
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The well is outside the south gate of Cai, and if it is placed, it will come to Qin.
Find Gu Yu and find out who Lengshui is.
Send Cui ding
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
I don't know the meaning of wandering, why not avoid steaming. A few days after arriving in Hanshui, the new cicada sang Ling Du.
Qiu Jiang stayed in the moon, and the night language hated no monks. Have you ever sung a song under the dam? It has twelve floors in the sky.
Cry in the rain
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
If you knew the truth at an early age, you would never have to sigh. Sacrifice to recover the snow and hang it to fold the cold flowers.
Wild water breaks autumn, and the shadows of empty mountains are oblique. Brothers know each other all the time, but they still get your family.
And Liu Han
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Jing Guan began to fog, and the savage was still idle. Living in an acre behind closed doors, there are ancient styles in it.
It's noon, and the window dreams of Nanshan. Trees cover the North Village, and birds sing in it.
The day before yesterday, a monk from Yuan Yue came with a switch. The new question scared me thin, and what I saw in the mirror was an ugly face.
Tao Qing cherishes violet, who can climb this idea?
Send to Wu Dong.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Although it is in the same city, it saves less time. The door is hidden in the garden, and the sun is high and the towel is thin.
Gu Hong came in the middle of the night, on the snowy peak. I'm remembering piling, and the sound is separated from the water clock.
Jing Hanlin
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Without the knowledge of the internal system, the previous ceremony is definitely not on the field. Look at flowers everywhere and drive with them.
Keep ordering banquets. Ma Zi's ci has gradually gained a sense of stability, and his poems have new ideas.
I have been working hard for more than ten years.
Reward Hu Yu
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Beautiful sentences spread the population, and you can draw the names of families. Watch the mountain fire, buy a tree and bring a nest.
Traveling in the wind and rain, singing clear snow and lonely moon. However, the first time I met you, it was still unnecessary.
Send a message to Hu Yu
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Self-mutilation is a farewell in the spring, and it is cool after the inflammation is gone. Fireflies emerged from the dead trees and plunged into the broken steps.
Deciduous books are better than paper, and idle anvil sits as a bed. There is nothing wrong with visiting each other because we are seeing off guests at the East Gate.
Octagonal seat
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
I haven't heard the cry of Hong for three years, and I haven't seen the withered grass in September. The weather is white in cold and summer.
The stars are remembering the imperial city. Su Qing's festival ended in Han, and Ge Xianghang crossed the river.
Hometown flavor Shuo Shan Lin Guo Bie, north to jujube hanging Fan Haigu.
Reward Yao he
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The ears of grain and bean seedlings invaded the ancient road, and in the early autumn, Qingyuan afternoon.
As an old friend recalled the monk, there was no wind on the willow tree and cicadas were all over the branches.
Vote for Yi Lee.
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
The word "40 to Yan" began to sing thousands of years ago. I have sent my book to Beiyue, so there is no need to compare it with Nanjin.
Ballads of Pisces
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Tianhe fell into the middle of our court. Master a ruler and snow, and cut open the intestines.
Seeing that you are greedy and short-tongued, you can burn incense around your neighbors. First, what you get is ancient poetry, which is different from jade.