Volume 332_1 Rainy Sheep Shier in Early Spring
The willows drop early in the South Pavilion, and there is frequent east wind and drizzle. The light cold eliminates the jade tree, and the quiet appreciation stagnates the vermilion wheel.
Thousands of miles away from Bajiang, the spring of my homeland comes three years ago. Feelings are not a late guest, hanging on the couch is just a source of dust.
Volume 332_2 Yongning Xiaoyuan Jishi Yangshier
Under the depressed bamboo, autumn things reflect the garden house. When it rains, you will find osmanthus, and when you are hungry, you will pick vegetables.
The moss grows white stones, and the chrysanthemums cover the canals. What should Chen Li do? He has forgotten his words and is ashamed of Taoism.
Volume 332_3 Meeting Zhi in Taichung, viewing Xiao Shiyu’s mural landscape and Yang Shier in the morning
Chongsi Ting Shabai is open in the open air, and the breeze blows the bamboos and the dawn is sad.
Now that I have returned to the imperial court, I secretly write that I want to return to Shiquan.
Volume 332_4 I passed through Sanxiang and looked at Nuji Mountain. She had the ambition of divination and construction in her early years.
My heart longs to know when I will leave, and I return to the car and go to Nobashi in melancholy.
Volume 332_5 and Xieyang Shier, a doctor in the imperial palace of Li Du,
The endless emeralds cover the night spring, and half of them are hesitant to become gods.
Autumn has come and the moon still shines on Nagato, and the dew and cold flowers are the wild fields.
Volume 332_6 Hearing the flute in the mountain pavilion and the sheep Shier
The jade pipe blows unevenly in the wind, and the spring in Shanwu is late and late.
Li Bai's peaches filled the city, and Ma Rong lay idle and looked at the capital.
Volume 332_7 Climbing the Tower of Sheep Shier
The locust trees and willows are scattered around the county town, and the mountain rain makes the sound of the river at night.
There are no cars or horses on the southern road in the autumn wind, so I go up to the tall building alone. This is the national situation.
Volume 332_8 Reminiscing about the old travels in the south of the Yangtze River by two poems by Sheep Shier
At the beginning of the osmanthus blossoms in the mountain valley, Wang Xie was full of romantic books in Jin Dynasty.
I once took a walk in the south of the Yangtze River, but I still remember the perch when autumn comes.
Qushui is filled with colorful flowers in spring, and Zhangting is watching the waves in August.
The golden lei is drunk with Wucheng wine, and the crane boat sings leisurely to grab the crab claws.
Volume 332_9 There are three poems about Sheep Shier in the county.
At the beginning of Xiaofeng Mountain, the wild geese are flying, and the frost is blowing back to the pond and water pavilion. The drum horns are as clear as a battle fortress, and the sycamore trees are falling like a poor house. Qingmen is far away recalling the property of the middle class, and Bai Shou is leisurely reading Taishi books.
The autumn river below the city has bottomed out in cold weather. Don’t be surprised that there are no fish at the banquet.
Volume 332_10 Three poems about immediate events in the county (one is "Playing with Lotus") by Yang Shi'e
The red clothes have fallen off and the fragrance remains, and the autumn light on the leaves is white and cold.
Yue girls have unlimited affection, so don’t teach them to lean on the railings with long sleeves.
Volume 332_11 Three poems about immediate events in the county (one is "Send Letter to Pei Xiao") by Yang Shier
When you climb up, you will see Qiong branches, white dew and yellow flowers surrounding the fence.
Only the mountains in the building are beautiful, and the remaining water from the rice fields flows into the autumn pond.
Volume 332_12 Ambition and Two Sheep Shier
The luxuriant wheat, apricot blossoms and the wind make it a good time to go out and look into the spring wilderness.
At dusk, the five horses stopped without hesitation, and the mandarin ducks flew away over the green river.
Forgetfulness does not make seagulls suspicious, the water reflects the peach blossoms and the wine is full of wine.
There is a song in the pavilion, and the wild man returns home too late.
Volume 332_13 Traveling to the Western Mountains orchid sheep Shier
The roadside weeping willows ancient and modern feelings, spring grass and spring springs grow again.
I would like to ask the mountain monk about the beautiful scenery and see how many people are walking with flowers and wine.
Volume 332_14 Boating into Houxi (the last poem was written by Hu Shi) by Yang Shier
The east wind breaks the light mist as the sun rises, and the wine is not yet drunk when the fairy boat is first moved.
The jade flute blows leisurely and breaks the willows, and the spring breeze is by the fish pond.
After the rain, the fragrant grass clears away the sand and dust, and the water is green and the beach is flat in spring.
Only the cuckoo seems to be a guest, and there is no one in the depths of the peach blossom.
Volume 332_15 Watching the Flowery Sheep Shier
As soon as I arrive among the flowers, I forget to return, and the jade cup and Yaosei lose their brilliance.
The singing feast is even more covered with green oil curtains, and suddenly it seems like clouds and snow are flying towards the sky.
Volume 332_16 Spring Look at Sheep Shier
Mo Wenhua’s hairpin has been stained, and the sight of returning home is full of green mountains.
The upper city alone relies on the dangerous threshold, and the horses in Liuying are idle in spring.
Volume 332_17 Send to Han Shaoyin Yang Shier in Jiangling
Farewell, my temples are covered with frost, clouds are rising and I have no intention of leaving the imperial hometown.
The fish paper of Shu has several lines of characters, recalling your autumn dream of passing through Nantang.
Volume 332_18 Hezhou banquet camp returned to the Yang Shier
Nine swords fill the court with wine, and the garrison returns at sunrise and melon time.
Yuan Rong calmly suppressed the situation and sent people to the camp to paint flags.
Volume 332_19 Traveling to Guo's Consort Da'an Mountain Pond Yangshi'e
The horse's fragrant grass has been left by the water. Who is Xihou in the other hall? Immortal apricots meet drunken guests with broken faces, and colorful mandarin ducks fly away to avoid the boat. The flute in the cave moves the guest couch as the sun warms, and the wind of weeping willows covers the prostitute's building.
Sitting and reading the clear light, I don’t know the dusk. The smoke spreads across the North Zhu River.
Volume 332_20 Therefore, in front of the Yingbai Zhai of Xiao Shangshu, there is a jade pistil tree, together with the king's living staff and Meng Yuan, they are admiring the sheep and the scholar E.
When the cypress is closed, the Yaohua will be full of branches. The clear sky accumulates condensation, and the warm wind stirs the silk.
The green moss is dark when you stay, and the day is late when you stop to drink. Because of the chanting of Maolingcao, I admire the beautiful words in a quiet place.
Volume 332_21 In the early morning of the dynasty, Prime Minister He Wu sent some letters to the emperor to submit a letter to the sheep Shier.
The secretary of the palace was at dawn, and the dragon rose to purple. The stars dominate the emperor's throne, and the sword follows the heavenly secret.
The gold waves are lacking, and the jade is sinking and falling. The colorful paper depicts squatting beasts of prey, and the painted fans list the names.
The ambition is great, the grace is raining and the dew is falling. Three platforms show off the building's poles, and one virtue and virtue hang down.
Prosperity depends on culture and education, and ambition is on the power of the military. Distinguished honors are like being carried far away, and good spirits are like smoke.
The resistance is sincere, and the unity of the heart is the same. Good luck to you, May your day shine brightly in the mountains.
Volume 332_22 He and Xiao Shi, the eunuch, worshiped the White Emperor in the West Village Temple and looked at the mirror. Meng, a member of the Ministry of official affairs, also presented a sheep to Shi'e.
In the evening, he bathed in the golden fairyland to welcome the Autumn White Emperor. temple. Xuan Shang is busy with official duties, and the scenery is exciting.
The clear mirror opens the dust box, and the Chinese hairpin points to the hair. There are high steps in the Nangong, but it is not as good as Suiyan.
Volume 332_23 Send Zhang Langzhong’s deputy envoy from the southern province to Fengxiang Mansion to serve as the governor of Sheep Shier
Xianlang assisted the family’s plan, and the court favored the Marquis of Yuan. The city must pay tribute, and the river god must follow the flow.
Yafu is high and quiet, and he is in charge of the country in autumn. When Yan Yanran writes vigorously, he inscribes his merits towards Longtou.
Volume 332_24 He Dou Libu lives in Zhiyang Shi'e in the snow
Auspicious flowers are floating in the snow, and the Nangong is filled with aura. The city is covered with layers of layers, wandering in the middle of the night.
The golden boudoir is full of hatred, and the silver candle is straight in the empty house. Who asks Wutai guest? Home mountain recalls Guicong.
Volume 332_25 When spring arrives in the small garden, I occasionally show up with Yang Shier, a doctor in the official department.
Although the pine tree is bitter, it is miserable in the frost. I am happy to have a good look, as if the east wind has returned.
Walking forward with a deep thought, I will travel to Nanshan in the dark. As soon as I look out at the Spring Terrace, even the wise men can see their beauty.
I am dying in my old garden, and I am pondering my thoughts at the entrance. Chihui suddenly disappeared again, and his strength was not idle.
A gentleman should give gifts, but who can climb the elixir ladder? My heart has its own appointment, go and sweep away the moss spots.
Volume 332_26 Dou, a doctor in the Ministry of Remuneration, saw the sheep-sending scholar E at night.
He took off his scarf and served the Emperor Yun. He was destined to be a doctor early in his life.
The dragons and dragons are carved again, and the egrets return to vibrate.
The jade book is full of nutrients, and the golden seal has turned yellow. This is my tribute to Nangong. I will never forget my love.
Volume 332_27 Yongningli Garden Pavilion, Hugh Mu, Song of Sheep and Shier in despair.
The cloud scenery contains early summer, and Hugh returns to the deep road. The dark curtain should last forever, and the precious tree will clear the shade.
A late guest only wears a bamboo mat, and forgets to say that he has a box of harps. The paintings reveal the spiritual state of things, and the books reflect the ancient people's hearts.
The fragrant grass lingers, and the freshness is soaring. To work hard is not to establish things, and to be cool and unrestrained is to be ashamed of your hairpin.
Volume 332_28 The original postmaster of Deng Leyou, Feng Menglang, Zhonglu Bequeyang Shier
During the refreshing festival, the clear view is seen, and the autumn mood is spent alone. Shen Gao is worth the rain, and the meandering water has increased its waves.
The white bird is flying in the wind, and the red lotus leaves are full of dew. Yichuan has thoughts about returning to China, so what happens to a gentleman?
Volume 332_29 In the early Qian and Yuan Dynasties, Yanhuangmen was demoted to Muba County from Jingzhao Shaoyin? The fourteenth rhyme was engraved on the stone wall by Sheep Shier
The stone base has two ancient peaks and cloud springs Jiuqu is deep. Loneliness and sparseness, the barrenness invades every year.
The flow around the mat is still choked, and the floating cup sinks again in the throat. Looking back on Wang Xie's couple, they look more like Kuaiji Cen.
Who is called Tianchi Wing? He sings by the side of Xiangqi's house. The glory is as light as the jade, but the promise is as heavy as gold.
A drunk prostitute from Dongshan hangs in the heart of the North Tower. Cymbidium leaves miscellaneous pendants, peaches and plums miss the Chinese hairpin.
What is there to do when the pavilion is closed? Xuan Shang follows the path of the past, and the scenery is in the middle of the forest.
The wind blows many sad tunes, and the singing brings good sounds. The first banquet was held sideways, so the old man suddenly touched his lapel.
When you are prosperous, you should be a prosperous person, and you will be admired throughout your life. Incompetent and ashamed of Chen Li, melancholy playing Yao Qin.
Volume 332_30 Yang Shier, who shows one or two ways in Xian Zhai
Who will play the orchid again, Xian Xia will worry about it. I know how to stop feeling ashamed first, and return home to think about my old lord.
The mountain cicadas ring in the pavilion at night, and the river rains in the wheat fields in autumn. Only Buddhism is the same as the old one.
Volume 332_31 Nanchi Lotus Yangshier
Cicadas noisy the city ditch water, hibiscus has suddenly become numerous. The red flowers are more and more beautiful, and their fragrance is more beautiful than Xiangyuan.
The clear dew should clear the summer heat, and the fragrance will fill the house. Chao Chao only appreciates himself, what can he say about it?
Volume 332_32 Playing with the moon in the county, I sent three sheep poems to Li Shaoyin and Yubu Meng in the south of the Yangtze River
The full moon comes from the high hills, and there is no narrow current in the river. The Xuan window is open until dawn, and the scenery is full of autumn.
The magpie warns that the Milky Way is broken, and the cricket is sad and the green curtain is secluded. The clear light could not be seen very much, and Geng Geng went down to the west building.
Guihua comes to Luopu, like Li Yingxian. I am looking at the clouds in the evening, and chanting the poem "Throwing the Earth".
The Fengchi is divided into straight nights, and Niuzhu goes boating in the year. It will be a romantic reward, but the emperor is a wise man.
The guests in the round view are wandering around at night. The golden waves are full of wine, and the Yao Se has become dust.
The white dew moves to the long mat, and the wind clears and hangs the scarf. An old talented man from Xiyuan wanted to meet people from Luoyang.
Volume 332_33 Two Yang Shi'e poems about the rain in the Chenghuang Temple
The zero rain comforts the people of Sri Lanka, and the green apple is recommended to the fasting heart. The mountain breeze and the sound of flutes and drums are like offering sacrifices to the gods in the pavilion.
Accumulation of wealth can lead to thousands of miles, and sincerity can lay a foundation for you. Hui Biao's painting on the wall suddenly looks like a Yanyun flag.
Volume 332_34 The county building looks out at the two sheep Shier
The clouds are gone in the sky, and the dew in the pavilion is also dim. The robe is open and facing the curved threshold, and I change into light clothes in the desolate way.
The people of Qin are far away, and the sky is clear and the swallows are flying. I am ashamed of my old age because I have no merit, but I just want to return to my hometown.
A rainy day clears the mountains, and the autumn wind blows through the green trees. Who can recommend Lan Zhao? Yu Zhao has no regrets.
The cloud scene is hissing with wild geese, and the misty clouds reveal a rainbow. I am lazily chanting and closing the pavilion, in the county building every night.
Volume 332_35 The first move of Qishu Yangshier
I love the things in this hill, and I can see the smoke and frost in the sun. The infinite blue clouds make the green windows colder.
Volume 332_36 Yanju Yang Shier
Autumn Zhai is bathed in ointment, and the rising sun shines on the Xuanchi. The banana leaves are heavy with dew, and the orange and pomelo branches are fragrant.
The simple books are scattered with the officials, and the treasures are with the monks. What strength can be gained from serving the country? Time has passed and I feel that I am declining.
Volume 332_37 is sent to the Prime Minister Yang Shier in Douzhong, Guizhou Prefecture.
The ministers of the Han Dynasty are noble in their loyalty and protect the boat thousands of miles away. There is no heat in the summer months and the weather is calm in autumn.
The court clothes are covered with moxa ribbons, and the military curtains are decorated with carved weapons. When he returned to Longque at the end of his life, Liangzai stood there and composed songs.
Volume 332_38 Nostalgic Yang Shier in the library
He is a unique literary man, romantic and profound. There is no old track in the spring clouds, but there is a legacy of elegance and elegance.
The poor man looks far away and reads about the past and present leisurely. I forget my words and my intention is not very good. At dusk, I can't see Hengqin.
Volume 332_39 On September 10th, the county building drank the Yang Shier alone.
Jiachen is sadly lost, but who can cherish the remaining chrysanthemum?
The Lingxuan statue is vast, and the Tianjing Cave is empty and green. In the twilight festival, I can only enjoy the scenery, and the cold river roars with rushing rocks.
Returning to Beizhou, I met an old friend from Dongshan. The floating clouds are deep in the sea, and the lovesickness is white.
Volume 332_40 Late Autumn Talk about a Sheep-in-Hand by Shier
The corner of the city is painted with colorful paintings, and the mangroves and green hills are covered with red trees. The late guest is late, the talk is empty and the jade handle is idle.
The Three Gorges water is shining brightly, and the dream of traveling through Bailaoguan is endless. It's not that Huaiyang is thin, Qiuzhong only hopes to return.
Volume 332_41 Title: Loquat Tree Sheep Shier
The precious tree begins to bloom in the cold, and the atmosphere is filled with the autumn moon. If the good times are waiting, the fragrance will never end.
The blue sea breeze is blowing, and the green branches are covered with snow. The urgent scenery is beautiful, and the spring birds are happy.
Volume 332_42 On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, the people of Guanzhou watched the lanterns at the gate of Ziji Palace, Zhang Leyang Shier
The mountains and valleys are connected to the pass, and the Yao altar is deep in Zifu. Lanterns and flowers bring spring, and dancing ribbons weave joy.
It is like lying in Huaiyang leisurely, respectfully listening to the music of music and work. Only by transforming the sage into enlightenment can one reach the sky and sink into the sky.
Volume 332_43 Lan Ruoyang Shier in the Western Suburbs
The sky is like the northern house, and the pagoda and temple look like the west. The monks in the forest have nothing to do, and the river is clear day by day.
The stone spring is full of cold water, and the mountain is full of fragrant branches. Loneliness passes through the heart, and mysterious words have been forgotten.
Volume 332_44 After three years in the county, I saw gray hair this autumn, so I talked about writing to Yang Shier.
The two hairs are not riding in the province, and the autumn wind suddenly blows in the mirror. Silk strands on the cold clothes, frost in the old slips.
It’s a shame to prove that you are tired of it, but it is a waste of effort to serve it. The mountain city is guarded every day, and the rocks and osmanthus bushes are flooded.
Volume 332_45 He lived in the middle of the county, and he was pregnant with the king of Yuanzhou and his foreign envoy Junyang Shier.
Recalling that he was a fellow disciple, he served in Zhilu in the Ming Dynasty. The people in Jinwei are different from each other, and their traces are not sparse.
Erbi Jinhua Palace, Jade Seal Book of Three Dynasties. Grace is a glorious attendant, and literary talent should be in line with Xu.
The blue eyes really know me, and the mysterious talk makes me ashamed. The orchid crotch moves the knees, and the loose building leads to the long train.
On a beautiful day, the orioles float early, and the dew falls on a cool day. The front mountain faces the Purple Pavilion, and the meandering water overlooks the red sage.
Who is the voice of the dust, and the years are gone. The storm changed the old path, and Fu Shou suddenly left his home.
The yin power of saving things is there, and the rest is to share worries and prosperity. A weak man can be used to great effect, but his head is delayed and Pisces is delayed.
Volume 332_46 Sheep Shier inscribed on the wall of the mountain temple
What is really going on outside the things? There is no end to the quiet corridors. The Dharma of one lamp is there, and the shadow hall of the three generations is empty.
On the moss of the mountain fruits, among the fallen leaves of the chilling cicadas. After returning, the pavilion is still closed, and the Tang trees are full of autumn wind.
Volume 332_47 It’s a good time to visit the Chengji River Pavilion and have a banquet with Sheep Shier on a free day.
The blue sky is washed by the wind, and the clear light mirror is indistinguishable. The music is accompanied by wine, and the valley is cloudless.
The disease in Huaiyang makes people feel sad and sad in the autumn of Song Dynasty. Today, I forcefully take prostitutes and dance drunkenly in pomegranate skirts.
Volume 332_48 Playing with Hibiscus Flowers and Sheep Shier
He Nai is a poet, and his poems belong to Shunhua. The romance is different from that of the same generation, and the beauty is better than the same car.
The clear dew is hanging down, and the autumn is separated by the crimson gauze. The cicadas chirp and the insects think, and the bamboo shades slant melancholy.
Volume 332_49 Junzhai Reading Sutra by Yang Shier
Adult age is not a good thing, Rouhan is mistaken for Confucianism. When I am free from fasting, I am in harmony with the Tao.
If one is sincere and good alone, there will be no disciples who are fully enlightened. Half of the lotus leaves the water, and the fragrant osmanthus fills the furnace.
The yin and shame cover Fu, and the lectures are enlightened. The trace is like a visitor from Taoyuan, holding up bamboo to make a talisman.
Huayi participated in official affairs, and Bahan mixed state map. When the grass is cut, I cherish the gentleman; when the wind moves, I miss the stingy man.
Yisang'e has made achievements, and Sumai has recovered its rent. During the period of death, I have achieved great heights, and my withered body has thankfully recovered.
It is unwise to untie the empty bag, but it is foolish to destroy the Jinggu. After a few days of following the same path, the east side of the mountain is about to become deserted.
Volume 332_50 The people of the state said that Batu is wet and gloomy in winter, but now it is sunny and bitter? Because it is a warning to the officials and sheep
The rain and frost make the year old, look at the old feelings and the previous news . The scene of love follows the morning sun, and the clouds gather at dusk.
□□□□□, I forgot to drink wine for a while. □□□□□, □□□□□.
Volume 332_51 There is an animal skin in the room, and it becomes a sheep-singing scholar.
Excellent talents are not ordinary beasts, they are obtained by fools who obey fierceness. The mountains and rivers are of different shapes, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.
Green felt is used for holding and borrowing, and heavy brocade is used for decoration. Fortunately, the sleeping pavilion is suitable, and the banquet is warm and comfortable.
Volume 332_52 A wild man picks a whip in Dongshan and accidentally gets the gold medal, Yang Shier.
Is there no way to chase the wind? Holding an ax has a daydream. When the phoenix goes away, it leaves only a solitary root, and the hanging rock is not rotten soil.
Moss spots are born from birth, and jade knots hang down like clouds. Not to mention the secludedness of the mountain, you can also go up it via the Alchemy Staircase.
Volume 332_53 I have been guarding the county for many years, and I have known my destiny and talked about my ambition.
The southern country is suspicious of unruly visitors, so I become an old man in Dongshan. Going to court is not a great hermit, leaving the valley is a true fool.
I am ashamed of the dragon sword, but I love the jade pot with a pure heart. Talk about following the official biography, and become a disciple sooner or later.
Volume 332_54 On the eastward journey, there is an early plum blossom tree, and the flowers are as beautiful as snow. Enjoy the poem and chant the sheep.
Leave things in your spare time, and the clouds will bloom in the future. In the heart of the country, I hold New Year's wine and admire the mountain plums.
Wan Shi and Shang Ding, the strong fragrance fills the longevity cup. We should invite visitors from the north and come for outings every day.
Volume 332_55 The Guangfu Temple in Nanshan, Tijun County is where Yanhuang Gate was built? It is also the poem of Yang Shi'e that was collected by Qie.
It is said that Huangge was guarded, and the place was assigned to Changsha. A young man is called a hero of his time, but his fame and fame are cherished by his years.
When the temple was first built on the rock corridor, the guests were eager to sing bamboo slips. The jade tent is empty and strict, and wild flowers can be seen in Gantang.
The ruins of the monument are still weeping, and the city has returned to crows since ancient times. The breeze is here, and the people who care about me cannot be forgotten.
Volume 332_56 Sheep eating cold food in the rain Shi'e
It is raining during the festival, but the garden pavilion is closed. The beauties wear thin makeup, and the fragrant trees and colorful ropes are idle.
Return to thinking and eliminate wine, the spring cold is close to the mountains. The flowers and branches are invisible, so don’t hate the Baling Room.
Volume 332_57 A sick sheep lying down in the late Xia County
It is as if nothing has happened, and it is even more secluded to lie down. The breeze produces white feathers, and the sun is afraid of the green oil.
Going back with a humble heart, seriously ill and afraid of staying. Dongshan has his own plan, don’t let his unkempt hair fall in advance.
Volume 332_58 Paying Lu Simen a visit in Yongning in the late summer, he lived in Linting and met the sheep sender E.
I lamented that I was lying in Huaiyang, but I didn’t know that I had lost the heart of my country. Youting comes to Beihu, Gao Yun gets Nanjin.
There are few springs in the moss, and bamboos are deeply in love with baskets. As soon as the wind clears up the summer heat, I should be happy to take off my hairpin.
Volume 332_59 The wind and rain in the mountains and the sky are sad, and I am thinking about the sheep in autumn.
The paulownia and bamboo leaves are covered with dawn, and the cool breeze is like the hometown. Facing the rising sun in autumn, I feel things sitting in front of the pavilion.
The swallows from the river are still flying, and the pomegranates are still falling. I have always believed in intentions throughout my life, but I have forgotten my words after a long period of decline.
Volume 332_60 Nanguan Lintang Yang Shier
Junge Mountain is diagonally opposite, and the wind and smoke are separated by a short wall. The clear pond is like the moon written on it, and the precious trees are covered with frost.
Having fun is not boring, and eating extra meals makes you feel better. The heart is empty and the year is late, and the fish is forgetting each other for a long time.
Volume 332_61 Drinking with Sheep Shier on the twelfth night of the twelfth lunar month
The object in the amber cup, the person on the Qiongzhi banquet. The sound of music helps you get drunk, and the shadow of the candle already contains spring.
When you are about to grow old, why not sit till morning? It is said that he is very virtuous and does not care about spitting yin.
Volume 332_62 The hill above the pool is chanted by Shi'er of the Huaiyang
The jade stands out of the rock, and the wind is clear and melodious. Occasionally we chat about recent topics, and we quietly want to concentrate on each other.
The moon is flowing in Niuzhu, and spring is rising in Orchid Pavilion. It can be seen from ancient times that loneliness is a lonely person.
Volume 332_63 Lintang Lahou Sheep Shier
The frost in the southern country is late, and the years have faded away. I am looking for guests from other hotels. I miss my old mountain Wei from afar.
The wild boat still touches when it is weak, and the caged bird flies away when it is tired. What's the matter if I forget my words? I enjoy the clear brilliance of my steps.
Volume 332_64 Cui, a member of the Remuneration Department, came to Duyong Ningli Weiju and sent him poems and books? Guarding the mountain city, Yang Shier
Guarding the local people, he is close to the customs of Ba, and his waistband is Hanyi. The joy of spring is accompanied by poems about work, and the feeling of autumn is accompanied by lyrics.
The old pavilion is hidden in the old house, and the idle door is closed with a hibiscus fence. I retired from the court with shame, dismounted from my horse and missed myself alone.
Volume 332_65 Two elegy lyrics for Princess Huikang of the Liang Kingdom (the prince-in-law is the son of Sikong Yugong) by Yang Shi'e
The traces of Tang Mucheng became obsolete, and the mountains and forests became lonely. The magpie flies in response to the weaving, and the phoenix rises and plays the flute alone.
After attending the Jade Palace, the clouds went up to the Han Dynasty. The emperor's love is extremely high, and the imperial court is empty.
I was awarded the title of Angel, and I expressed my gratitude for the grace of the Holy Spirit. The mountains and rivers open up the Liang Kingdom, and the plain elements reach the door.
The spring swallows gold, and the frost comes and the jade trees flourish. Everyone listened to the condolences and looked at the cold plains with tears.
Volume 332_66 Looking at Sheep Shier in the morning in Nanchi
Getting up in the forest and rising to the moon, feeling the charm of an old friend. What's wrong with the people in Lingge? Xiao walks alone in the lotus pond.
Bamboo dew feels refreshing on clothes, and stone spring is clear on tea. It is advocating that the former virtuous people are weak, and a group of frogs try to sing.
Volume 332_67 Linguan Summer Resort Sheep Shier
In the Qingyin area of ??Chidao, no one is drinking wine. The gold of the mountain is playing, and the dew of the lotus is round and round.
Quietness is better than morning and dusk, and the quiet view is white and mysterious. The family forest is like this, why return to the fields?
Volume 332_68 In the rain in Banan County, I occasionally saw the light snow on the day of the long calendar. I was pregnant with the light snow on the previous year's court visit because of the eight rhymes of Yang Shi'e.
The Yi fell towards the clouds, and the king was in the light snow. . Remembering Chao Zimo, who once sprinkled the vermilion wheel.
The wind is strong, the hairpin is solemn, and the wind is severe. The golden horse battle is flying in the dark, and the jade dust is dancing in the cold.
Zhijiao follows Zhongxian, and Longchi lists his close ministers. The pistils are full of auspicious colors, and the hanging garden is pure and beautiful.
The Emperor Ze is celebrating with thousands of boxes, and everything in the sky is in spring. The Ming Dynasty is still close at hand, and Gao Yong is ashamed of the Ba people.
Volume 332_69 The Sheep Playing in the Moon in Baochengyi Pond
The night is long in the first half of autumn, and the round view of the Milky Way is beautiful. Beizhu is clear and bright, and Xishan is refreshing.
Cranes fly and hear falling dew, fish play and see increased waves. Looking at the forest from thousands of miles away, Liang Biao changes to green radish.
Volume 332_70 Ziyang County Zhongyang Huaiyang Shier
A waistband is not a scholar, but a closed pavilion is a latent husband. Xia Jian is willing to try, but the caged bird is restrained.
In Niuzhu Town, Jiangqing City, the infantry cook is familiar with wine. Only the previous virtuous intentions seemed not to be lonely.
Volume 332_71 Cold Food Banquet City North Mountain Pool, where the former governor of Rongyang, Zheng Gangmu, folded willow pavilion Sheep Shier
In the villa Qingshanguo, tourists folded willows. The Falling Flower Sutra has already begun, and the drizzle brings clarity.
The beauty of the river is dark, and the music of the mandarin duck is level. Wherever you go, you will be drunk, and there will be a lingering sound of Bao Se.
Volume 332_72 Reward Pengzhou Xiao Shijun Qiu Zhongyan, pregnant with the sheep Shier
The right post was transferred to Qingshou, and the male vassal worshiped Zini. The river returns to the foot of the jade barrier, and the air is refreshing in the west of Jincheng.
The cranes startle the autumn rhythm, and the harps and crows cry in resentment at night. I miss you when I live in the same house after separation, and I stay in the golden boudoir in the past.
Volume 332_73 Sheep Shier in early spring in Zizhong
Once it rains, the east wind is late, and the mountain oriole announces spring alone. The dream of drowning in Wu Gorge makes the people of Luoyang melancholy.
Willows cover the red sill, and the fragrance of plum blossoms covers the brocade. It's a pity to spend time, but Yao Se is not born in the dust.
Volume 332_74 Junlou Huai Chang'an Relatives and Friends Yang Shi'e
It's the last summer in Sanba, and it's a gloomy August day. It's raining in the high pavilion, and I'm tired of dreaming and sleep under the curtain.
I am worried about the beautiful hairpin on my temples, and I return to my heart in front of Yanshe. I miss Du Lingye, the ditch water is gurgling alone.
Volume 332_75 Wang Qiju visited Qinglong Temple alone to play with the red leaves because he sent sheep to Shi'e.
Ten acres of green moss surrounded the gallery, and a few mangroves passed through the clear frost.
The high mood is still like looking at the flowers, walking leisurely towards the Nanshan Mountain at sunset.
Volume 332_76 Listening to Pipa at night and three poems by Sheep Shier
The strings are covered and swallowed, and the moon is dimly thought by the clouds.
At that time, whoever wore the general's seal would be resented by the envoys.
A song lingers among the scattered stars and scattered stars, and the orchids at night are resentful and clinging to each other.
Suddenly, as if he were carrying gold, he mounted his horse, and all the birds perched on the southern branches flew away in fright.
The sound of broken dials arouses hatred for a long time, and the low servant girl gathers the daisy to destroy the hidden treasure.
It’s hard to hear the gurgling water of Longshui, and feel the wind and sand swirling around the apricot beam.
Volume 332_77 Pengzhou Xiao Shijun went out to a prostitute's night banquet to meet the sheep-sending Shier
The jade-faced red candle suddenly shocked the spring, and he walked slightly in the waves and whisked the dust.
Since I am singing and frowning, I will not become a pedestrian because of melancholy.
Volume 332_78 is titled Songjiangguan Yangshier
The wind and white waves of Jinliujiang River are flat, and the ancient and modern feelings of Gaoguan are transferred.
As soon as the boat leaves the Yizi, we should plan the schedule according to the rules.
Volume 332_79 An occasional title sent to Dugu Shijunyang Shier
The illness started in Huaiyang, but I didn’t feel sad for a long time when autumn came.
Sitting there facing each other in the sun, the cool breeze fills the osmanthus branches.
Volume 332_80 The small garden in Yongningli is close to the school book Shen, and I regretfully wrote it to the sheep Shier.
My hometown is full of nostalgia, and I move my hands to move the fragrant trees to recall Tingke.
When the Donggao millet is ripe, you should be drunk, and the pear leaves are red and white with lots of dew.
Volume 332_81 Chanting the Sheep in the Zhai by Shier
Only Baiyun knows about the unintentional thoughts, lying idle in a high studio dreaming of butterflies.
Unconsciously, the east wind blows through the cold food, and the day lilies come out of the fence when the rain comes.
Volume 332_82 Goat Shier in front of Dengjun
Guests returning from Luoyang are stranded in Badong, and the mountains are covered with cherry blossoms and snow everywhere.
Xianshou was a scenic spot at that time, so how could the official residence be used as a pond cage?
Volume 332_83 A guest from Quzhou came to tell the story of often admonishing the envoy, and he was so sad that he became a sheep chanter.
The talented man Changsha temporarily moved to the left, which can comfort him.
To this day, there are still Dongshan prostitutes who often make their songs and poems orchestrated.
Volume 332_84 After the court in the spring, I presented Taichung Lao Friends Sheep Shier
The flying phoenix flying and vibrating feather instrument, the two towers in the sky are very different. The clouds are covered with colors and the spring breeze is shining,
The sun is warm and fragrant, and the steps are moving day by day. There are jade trees caged with smoky birds and magpies, and stone canals with flowing water in the Phoenix Pond.
At that time, the law enforcement in the Qing Dynasty was shameful and no one knew about it.
Volume 332_85 Some people in the state offered apricots, which were so beautiful that they were so beautiful. Because there were not many flowers, they chanted the poem "Sheep Shi'e"
Nan Guo Dongfeng admired the apricot altar, and there were several fragrant trees yesterday. Stay happy. But I recall the fallen flowers and the fluttering silk mat,
I was suddenly surprised that the carved plate was filled with reality. The moth's eyebrows are half-gathered and a thousand pieces of gold are thin, and the eagle's ears are just beginning to sing.
Volume 332_86 Xichuan Dugushi Yu Jian sent seven words and four rhymes? Both Chinese and calligraphy donated this reward to answer the sincere and clumsy Suyang Shier
The altar of the general in the city with a hundred pheasants, lined up in the west of the camp Zhao Xuefeng is cold. Articles must be written with a clear mind when setting up a matter.
Talking and laughing about success and disgrace should be based on the saddle. The grass blows clear oil to push the pen, and the yellow pavilion towers.
Two pieces of gold are not as good as three thousand words, and it is difficult for those who know how to carry a crossbow in the air.
Volume 332_87 The members of the capital were engaged in sending poems about pear blossoms, which were so beautiful that they reached Huiran far away and reached Yangshier.
The beaded execution platform was surrounded by cicadas, and the foreign man walked as high as a god. Chen Ci is now in the Tang Dynasty.
He is engaged in looking at Wei Guoxian from afar. The beautiful words are written with colorful pens, and the colorful spring water is greasy with fish paper.
The fragrance of Dongshan must be appreciated together. I will tell you how many days the bag will be full.
Volume 332_88 Go to Ziyang via Jizhong Mountain (from the Han River, this official was awarded in the third year of Yuanhe) Yang Shi'e
Rather than leave the old road and drive Zhu Shi, return to the envoy Thank you Han En for being tired.
Today, if you sing your whistle and reach the Qian Gorge, you will be able to reach the source of the river.
Volume 332_89 The words from the county are sent to Xichuan Xiao Yuanwai Yang Shier
I am ashamed of the king of Qin because of my lack of fame and fame, and I have reached the thatched cottage near Zhongnan. Everything outside the body returns to the Tianzhu gatha.
Only the Kuaiji seal is worn around the waist. When wax wine meets mountain visitors, it is a pity that the plum branches are submerged on the stone bed.
At the end of the year, I know the wishes of the immortal guest, and my heart should be in Baiyun Township.
Volume 332_90 Jun Zhai's sentiments are sent to relatives and friends in Chang'an, Yang Shi'e.
On a sunny day, spring is endless, and the wind blows every day when passing the Lajiang Tower. The fragrance of flowers on the Qiong tree bids farewell to old friends,
The color of orchids and wine is the same as last year. I am chanting Ba Ge in the Bell Pavilion, looking back with awe-inspiring aura.
I feel ashamed that my court clothes are still in my suitcase, and I should be a white-headed man when I return.
Volume 332_91 After leaving the boat in Jingxi, we entered Yangxian Nanshan, visited Shanquan Temple, and presented Li Gongcao to Juyang Shier.
We tied cables with Lanxiangzhu, and drove the train to Liangan. Yan Wen was in his early days, and he went around the mountains and rivers.
When the ice and snow are gone, a fine spring grows beside the road. Walking in with smoke cedar, the stream is crossed by stone beams.
The pavilions look like exquisite houses, and the flying pigeons cut through the clouds. Walking high, you can have a clear view into the distance.
The peaks of the pond are full of good air, and the catkins are full of early fragrance. The beauty of Guanze and the country makes Chun heartbroken.
Follow the troubled and hurried path, and strive for glory and gain. Mianjun takes off his crown and wants to hide in nowhere.
Volume 332_92 Yang Shier in Qujiang after the Rebellion
I recall that in the past I visited Qushui, and there were always people visiting in spring.
Spring outings are silent in the sky, until the depth of spring is no longer like spring.
Volume 332_93 Looking for the Shanjia (a poem written by the eldest grandson Zuofu) Yang Shier
Visiting the Shanjia alone for a break and then wading, the thatched huts are connected diagonally and separated by pine leaves.
The master heard the words but did not open the door. Yellow butterflies flew around the fence and wild vegetables flew.
Volume 332_94 Send to Pei Xiaoshu Yang Shier
Wherever you climb, you will see qiong branches, with white dew and yellow flowers surrounding the fence.
Only the mountains in the building are beautiful, and the remaining water from the rice fields flows into the autumn pond.
Volume 332_95 Gouyang Shier
The wind and spring leave the ancient charm, and the sheng and chime leave behind the sound.
When the osmanthus decays, there is a fragrance left behind, and the orioles can wait safely.
The dust and sand are as thick as fog, and the long waves are soaring. The wild geese are rising in Tingzhou and it is cold, and the horses are neighing high and the city is dusk.
Yinzhao Juanqiu Pavilion, Qise Zhanyong Road. There is a period of joining hands again, and the clear light leans against the jade tree.
(See Zhang’s “Host and Guest Picture” above).