The complete collection of Yang Wanli's poems

Xugongdian, Suxin City The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. I left Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang off at dawn. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. The small pool and spring are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. The willow branches of new willows are brushing against the silver pond a hundred feet apart, and they are not dark green, only light yellow. It may not be that the willow branch can be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water will lead it to grow. Zhaojun complained about the rain on the lotus. In the afternoon, he dreamed of a boat with flowers at the bottom, and the smoke and water of the West Lake were filled with fragrance. The sound of heavy rain hitting the awning is the beginning of a dream. But Chi He dances in the rain, and the pearls are reunited after being scattered. They gather into mercury nests and spread clear waves. When I take a nap in early summer, the plum leaves my teeth sore, and the plantains are divided into green and window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers. Good things have come to Chengzhai in recent months, but first to Wanhuachuan Valley. It's not that there is no moon in the fasting, but there is a forest of bamboos. It is only the thirteenth night now, and the moonlight is already like jade. It's not the autumn light that's amazing, look at the fifteenth or sixteenth. The Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 1) When I got out of the city, everything was quiet, and I was on a fishing boat crossing half of Hunan. I also know that the fisherman is in a hurry to go fishing and turns over his spring shirt without looking inside it. Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 2) The flowers in the garden have fallen and bloomed along the way, white, white and red. Don't ask if you have traveled to a strange place. Wild fragrance comes from all directions. Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 3) The spring has faded in front of Liuzi Temple, but the new clear weather has made the spring cold. The sparse hedges are not used to protect the flowers, but only serve as web poles for spider silk. The Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 4): One sunny day and one rainy day the road is dry and wet, half light and half dense with overlapping mountains. In the distance, I saw the back of a cow in the flat grass, and there were traces of people in the sparse new seedlings. Go back and come and come and come back / Go back and come and come and come back. The peasant's family is poor and complains of constant hunger. The court is full of childishness. There is no grain stored in the vase, so I am looking for things for officials. Occasionally, Peng Ze is close to him. Public slipstream key. Ge Jin persuaded me to ask for wine, but Huang Ju complained and ignored Dongli. Five buckets of money are lost, who can promise anything and come back? The old garden is half hazelnut. The mountain fields are full of thorns. Thinking of the mind is a form of service and ridicule. I am melancholy and confused. Don’t remonstrate and chase after you. I feel that I am here today, but I feel that I am here yesterday. The light boat floats through the sky. The wind blows softly. Let me ask you about the road ahead for Zheng Fu. The morning light is small and the hatred for Xi is small. Nai looks at the house and is running around. Welcome full of Jing Fei. There are still pines and chrysanthemums in the three desolate paths, and they are happy for the young ones to come into the house and take them with them. There is a lot of wine, and you can drink it by yourself. The trees in the garden make your face look happy. Easy to kneel and easy to live in. The south window gives a proud look. The garden is particularly interesting on a daily basis. Even if there is a firewood gate, it will always be closed to the slanting light. Longitudinal vision corrects the head, short-term support. The floating clouds come out of Xiu Xiu. Even when a bird is tired, it returns home. The stream of light is about to come in, and the lonely pine caressing the place is desolate. Interested in making friends with mountains and rivers. The world is against me. What kind of person can I ask for when I come back? After thousands of years of absence, who do I want to follow now? Relatives laugh and talk, music and books are chanted, don’t let the common people know about it. Encounter Chunxi again. Farmers want to carry crops. Tell Xichou that he has something to do. Let me be a boat and a chariot, and I can appoint snakes as I please. The experience is rugged and graceful, and the hills and valleys are suitable. The flowers and trees are flourishing. The spring water began to flow. All things are as they should be in their proper time, so don’t laugh at my failure in this life. Geometry within the shape of the space. How can I ask whether I will stay or leave? Don't worry too much about your destiny. Take care of the emperor and the general's wishes. In the middle of Dahua, ride on the current and return to its destination. If you are happy or fearful, don’t follow Yi. Wealth is a crisis. Yunxiang cannot be expected. Take advantage of the good time to go and have fun alone. Climbing mountains alone near the water, Shu Xiao writes more poems. In addition to being happy and knowing destiny, ridiculing and doubting. The wild chrysanthemums and moss are used to cast money, and gold, brass, and green compete for beauty; God gives money to the poor poet, only to buy the sorrow but not the land. Spring Outing I don’t know whether spring will come back in the rain, but it’s hard to wait until spring comes. I happened to go out this morning, and the plum blossoms all fell and the apricot blossoms bloomed. The jade trees reflect the graceful steps of the water melody, and the jade festival is new year by year. Every September, I can celebrate my mother’s birthday. There are nine knots of pu buds at the bottom of the stream, and vast hectares of silver waves on the bottom of the sea, brewing a cup of spring. The east fence is covered with chrysanthemums, and the longevity is painted with chrysanthemums in the garden. To the west wind, it blows snow on the temples and clouds of incense sticks. Lang Jun enters the performance, and welcomes Zhu Yi into the Xiumen. Seeing the golden flowers and purple imperial edicts, the two countries of Pucheng and Changzhou were appointed together, and the concubines were appointed. Three points on the Taiwan star, one point on the Canopus star. Nian Nujiao: When I return home, there are three paths, long enough to drag the sleeves of my shirt. The official title is clear to the bone, and there is no prison guard. He is responsible for guarding the breeze, overseeing the bright moon, and also overseeing the planting of flowers and willows. Climbing mountains and facing water, he composed three or two poems. Don't talk about the sun rising to the sky, don't praise the golden seal, and don't brag about the big hanging of your elbows. Let's talk about the grand event in Luling, and the longevity of three idle people. After selecting the soldiers, they returned to the countryside and were taken under custody. I only worry about being drunk and killing myself, drinking privately outside Luojiang Gate. Summer Quatrains Not only is spring beautiful, but summer is also beautiful. Living with flowers and plants is life. The deer and green onion are untied and inserted into long slender stalks, and the golden phoenix still has the smallest flower. Zhaojun complained: I heard the pine shoots leaping at the deer. I know it's a sand gull coming to stay.

Children should not make noise. Afraid of him. Suddenly it flew away. Flying away to nowhere. I have begged to retire. Reporting sand gull. In Wulingchun, the long chai returned to the sky for more than ten summers, and it did not wear the 镵鸃 crown. The truth is that this year is better than last year. Specially reduced Qing Huan. The old dragon group is used to cause trouble, and the frequent sipping makes me feel cold. Skinny bones hurt and sore. Er Xin asked for peace. The plum blossoms painted on Yang Buzhi's red damask hidden in Zhongyuan, Bajing. The dark clouds in the dark sky fall to the ground, and the wind cracks the mountains and blows off the ears. The Yangtze River is a vast expanse of one boat, and it's snowy and cold all night long so I can't sleep. At dawn, the poet's temples fluffed up, his neck narrowed and he slightly raised his yellow striped awning. The heavy snowfall at night has cleared up, and there is a light red glow in the east. The Jiangmei tree blooms alone, and the canopy is cut into a plum blossom foot. The old stems and new branches are purple and green again, and the flowers are white and jade must be golden. Although her body and face were covered with snow, Mei Xue competed with Xia. I don’t know where the poet got the frost saw, and the snow and plum blossoms are about to go. It may be Bingzhou's quick scissors, or Wu Gang's moon axe. There are no roots below and no tips above the trunk. One glance spans half the waist of the plum trees. The eastern province has brought out the cold weather, but the flowers and snow have not yet been sold. Shuyu Pavilion The jade spring at the base of the mountain flies on its back, but flies down after flying out of the top of the mountain. Since the double training in Lufu, there are still two teams in Yinwan and Qi. The thunder cracked Long Bo's eyes, and the snowdrops splashed on Chang'e's clothes. A message to Su Er and Li Twelve, there are no new poems about Mochou Waterfall. In the cold food and rain, I made an appointment with my friends to travel to Tianzhu and got sixteen quatrains. The lake is full of spring light, why do we need to cut off the innocence? But the Fengcao is divided into boundaries, and the weeping poplar outside the Fengcai belongs to someone else! It's sunny in the evening after the snow, and all the mountains are green, except the east mountain, which is all white. I only know how to chase victory, but forget about the cold. I stand in the spring breeze and the sunset. What I love most is the green snow behind the east mountain, and the soft red light surging in the silver mountain. Reminiscing about Qin E. The New Year is early. Ten days before spring, spring returns. Spring has returned. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and the wild peaches are as small as red. I don't care about spring or old age. Just trying to get drunk and fall down. Fall before the flowers. The son helped him back, and he woke up at dawn. Passing by Songyuan Chenchuiqigong Store (Part 1) Mo Yan said that it would be easy to go down to the ridge, and it would make pedestrians like it. Entering the circle of thousands of mountains, one mountain releases another mountain block. Passing by Songyuan Chenchuiqigongtian (Part 2), the sound of the stream from the north of the mountain welcomes people all the way, and the sound of the stream from the south of the mountain sends people off. I also know that the flow is going to Jinling. If you pass by Jinling, don't send a message. Passing Songyuan Chenchuiqigongdian (Part 3) The water behind the mountain is flowing eastward, but the front mountain is blocking it to the west. The Tao is that water is soft and has no nature. It sounds angry when it sounds urgent and sad when it sounds slow. Passing through Songyuan Chenchuiqigongtian (Part 4), there are no gaps in the mountains, and the sky and the wells are extremely rugged. Yesterday I passed Furong Ferry and found the first line of the source of the stream. Passing by Songyuan Chenchuiqigongtian (Part 5) The sun is high and the valley is starting to get a little warmer, and the lush greenery is still bone-chilling. Telling passers-by what they are busy doing, the sound of the golden rooster stirs up the silver saddle. New Wine Song: You can still taste the sour wine with the soup, but you can’t drink the sweet wine with honey. I brewed two vats of wine by surprise. There has been no Du Kang since the people were born. The fragrance of osmanthus is clear and bottomless. This rice is not Yunan rice. This water is Jianye water. I walk around the urn several times a day, waiting for the wine to be ripe and the people to come. The kudzu bag in the pine trough has just been squeezed. I take off my hat and taste the new thing first. The wine of Chuchou has the smell of an official pot, and one cup reaches beyond the world. Suddenly Wang Shan fell to the side of the urn and felt the sword cutting into his intestines. The method of making wine by degrees is not Nong. This method comes from Taixu. I accidentally found a volume of the Wine Sutra, and washed it away with the eternal sweet wine. If a drunkard wants to taste wine, he must first hold Tianhe Zhuoqu's hand. But I came to raise a glass and hit the mark. I don’t know if I have changed my immortal bone. A play by Lei Shi, a collection of Du verses and postscripts from Du poems, was submitted to the Supervisory Examination of Xiechang State Procuratorate. There is a guest named Zimei, and he buys five liters of rice in Taicang every day. Something happened in the west of Jinguan City. He was so drunk that he didn't return home all night. The setting sun on the green mountains makes the rivers and lakes white, and I indulge in drinking and singing to expand my golden halberd. Even if the words are not amazing, it will not stop until death. Thousands of grasses and flowers are moving and becoming green. The boatman knocks needles to make fishing hooks, and the old man takes advantage of his excitement and wants to go eastward. The plum blossoms are smiling on the patrol eaves, how can they be so inferior in Yangzhou? The poems are clear and romantic as we age, and the orioles fly in and out. At that time, the literary talent moved people, but it came like thunder to collect wrath. The water was several feet high one night, and I could walk in the cave and look out over the wasteland. The sky is clear and clear, reflecting the swaying waves, and the immortal's nine-section staff is found. Don’t you see that Du Ling, an old man from the Western Han Dynasty, was away from his affairs? How could he write like a god? You are good friends with Li Bai of Shandong, what use does Confucianism have to me? I would like to blow the wild water to add gold to the cup, but how can I know that I will starve to death and fill the ditches and mountains. How not to drink makes one's heart sad. What is the use of a name that will last forever? Thousands of cattle look back on the hills and mountains. The day before the Dragon Boat Festival, the first smile broke out. A little melon fragrance broke the drunken sleep, causing the drinkers to salivate in vain. How to drip dew from the ox-heart plum and turn it into a jade well lotus. I am happy to be smiling at dawn, but I am ashamed that my shadow is not beautiful at noon. Suddenly I saw the golden cherry core spitting out, and there was a rustling sound on the edge of the dusk leaves. Compassion for farmers: The rice clouds don't rain much and don't turn yellow, and the buckwheat flowers are empty and early to frost.

I have already endured hunger to survive my remaining years, and it is even more worthy of the extra years! After Gui Wei came to the Yuan Dynasty, I drank in the Zhao Dunli Bamboo Pavilion at night and heard frogs singing drunkenly. At night in the Mao Pavilion, I gathered thousands of bamboos, and the first moon gave way to high candles. The master's drinking habits are endless, and I suddenly fell into a drunken country. Frogs in the grass suddenly chirped, as if they were laughing at me for saving my drinking capacity. It's better to just be a frog and listen to the story, why bother to think about advocating. Shang Yi climbed to the Wanshi Pavilion together, leaning on the railing and looking at the cold green with lowered hands. But now that we are in the cold green, I will not be happy if I don’t drink bamboo. When the boat passes by Xie Pond, I pour a glass or two of blue wine before the boat door closes and opens again. No one can see the wrinkles in the beautiful mountains, they are all picked out by the setting sun. A long sentence about the Mid-Autumn Moon: Walk down the red sand pills from the west mountain, and fly up to the golden plate from the east mountain. The path rises from the blue sea to the blue sky, still half wet with traces of waves. The first glow is faint and cold, but the moonlight is as light as the osmanthus and as heavy as the osmanthus. The yellow Luo tuan fan has dark patterns, and the double dragons and phoenixes protrude from the golden frown. In a moment, in the center of the sky, all the silver crystals receded and turned yellow. The universe melts into the ice, and everything is devoid of light. I have always loved the moon and this evening. The ancients shared this habit with me. Last year's Mid-Autumn was dark, but this year's Mid-Autumn moon is white. Mr. Wang used to not care about promotion, but recently he is afraid of illness and refuses to drink. Under the moon, I wake up and scratch my white head. Will next year's moon look like tonight? The wild roses have been red and green for a long time, and the mountain flowers on the road are also sparse. The buds are still thin after the spring, and the swallow's fat is thick and smeared with wild roses. Red rose does not have the same name as the rose, nor does it have the same genealogy as the rose. The leaves and branches are thousands of green, and the flower is light and dark red. The winds and rivers are all in their own way, so how can the rain and dew create their own merits? The incense of other countries cannot be harvested, and the poet is smoked into the water. In the ancient tradition, Du Yunhuan Zhang was summoned to the imperial court by the Lei Li Department. Emperor Gao Zhongxing Qu Jichen was the younger brother of Mr. Ziyan. Coming from Ziyan and living in Zigai, Hongjun transferred to the spring of central Hunan. The romantic figures are surrounded by vegetation and the fragrance fills the foothills of Juzhou Island. At that time, there were many guests, and the moon was bright and green. The master of the Lei family, Longfeng Zhang, entered his room and was promoted to the hall. Zhu banners and jade festivals are all over the south, and brocade tents and silk quilts are recommended to Wanglang. Let the stars shine next to Yi Zhen, and the scenery of Xishan and Nanpu will return. Qu Nong doesn't have tools to learn about the world, but his sleeves are only hidden deep in his hands. The Jade Emperor called him to go to the temple corridor, but he was still walking with a bamboo stick. The savages are also of the same sect, hanging up their clothes and lying under the forest for a long time. The sick body can only catch smoke and waves, but the children are still exhausted. The eldest son and the eldest child went to Lingling to register and expressed their miscellaneous remarks: "It is easy to be a good official but you are too busy to be a good person. It is difficult to be a good person and you need to work hard." If you want to be a good official, you will not be able to get into trouble in the public letter examination. With the help of clever tricks, the stench will last for thousands of years and my heart will be cold. If you want to be a good person, your boss will also be ruthless. The elected officials of the people have no choice, but they stay young with the gods. I am sixty-four this year, and my eldest son is in his prime and has begun his official career. Our ancestors' families were as cold as ice, so why wouldn't they want you to take a high position? If you lose your high position and your husband is old, don't ask for the old official position. When he was caught in the White-headed Official, he was worried that he had no face to see the poor people. I don't have enough to learn from the sages, I have previous works such as playing chess. When the national champion reaches the national champion, he still has everything on his head. The Resentment of Zhaojun: Ode to the Rain on the Lotus Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli - "The Resentment of the Zhaojun: The Rain on the Lotus" Content: I dreamed of a small boat at the bottom of the flowers, and the smoke and water of the West Lake were full of fragrance. The sound of pelting rain is the beginning of a dream. But Chi He dances in the rain, and the pearls are reunited after being scattered. Gathering together in a nest of mercury, the clear waves spread. Postscript Youyan's collection of Guangyao's royal writings and songs by Zuo Si. The old wild monk, the chief historian of Luantai, was sick before the month because of the crane frost and after the fly. There is no way to cover the sea of ??documents, and the black flowers are in bloom and the eyes are clear. An old friend, You Taishi, knocked on the door and was happy before bowing his heart. Ten solutions of pearls were poured from his sleeves, and five-colored rays of light shone through the window. He said that when Tianfeng came to the emperor's side, he found a piece of cloud in the ancient palace. It has always been better for the emperor to sit in court than the sun, the wind, the flowers and the willows. The flowers are flat and the ice clouds are smooth, and the chickens in Xuancheng are as sharp as a needle. Tianyan Youxi chats for a small test, and the Xijing book list provides games. Han Pengwei and Huo Xin were named, and Shu Xiangqing Yungan wrote the calligraphy. There are so many frustrated people in the Han Dynasty, but Jiujing hates it. Once you turn it over to the bottom of the holy pen, the light of Zhaohui awakens you. The ministers sewed and sewed their turbans indiscriminately, and copied out the Filial Piety Sutra by hand. Have you ever written down the history of the Han Dynasty? Taishi built a cottage with gulls and herons, and crossed the Jingxi River at the foot of Mount Xin. Red light and purple energy rise to the candle sky, which is a place where treasures are hidden deep. A seven-character long sentence to pay farewell to Hu Yuanzhi, the Prime Minister of the Punishment Temple, Guilin. The Jiangxi Governor said who his son was, and only said that there was something new in Jizhou. The thorns shine on the sun and move the green scales, and the pink battlements penetrate into the clouds and burn across the silver. In three years, eight towns will be cooked, and every day will spring in one thousand days. Don't you see how the prefect of Jizhou looks like Qing Dynasty? The heart of the Bailu River has bottomed out.

Except for the five liters of rice in Taicang, no one was sent to the market. The neighbors came to see each other, and if they didn't get married, they would be promoted to officials. The name of Qing Dynasty hit people with frost and cold, and they entered the nine passes with the wind all night. The emperor's day in Guilin is five thousand miles away, like rhinoceros, pearls and jade in the sea. Everyone in An De's envoy is like this, donating gold to the mountains and beads to reach the water. However, he captured five princes from Jizhou and captured thirty states from one state. The plum blossoms smile to welcome the Han Festival, and the eight trees in Guilin blow the snow on the mountains. Let the star return and become a Taiwan star, skipping Lang Xing and Qing Yue. Send a horse to welcome home after a long period of news, return home to your family, and welcome their future. I don’t know where I’m going to live, and I can’t even guess whether it’s safe or not. Thinking about what happened ten years ago, who would call me good this year? The first time I left Gao'an, I went to Chaotian Street to report on my duties. It is difficult to understand Chinese and foreign principles, but the bones and hearts are together. The same room suddenly fell apart, and the old feelings were not lost. When entering the capital, there was a queue, and there was a rush of people rushing into the camp. The wall house is in urgent need of completion, why should I rush it? I knew it would be soon, so I had to work harder. It belongs to the king's affairs, and it is as cold as the Jianghuai River. The wind and frost make you swim at night, and the mountains and rivers recommend the dawn ring. In the six dynasties, there were several places to sleep on grass, and there was nothing left to mourn after things passed. Dreaming about receiving books from children makes your eyelashes open with great joy. Although the joy is not real, it comforts the intestines nine times. The sails are sailing to Huishan, and the good news is to Jingya. The silence is not true again, and the traveler Simi is not good. Look at the snow at the boat door and call the children to wash their cups. Smell the orioles. The mountains are clear after passing the rain stream, and the flowers and willows are bright in the new weather. Come and see the good trees in the rain, don't make any noise. Therefore, if you want to stir up poetry, you still want to cherish friendship. Jingfei suffering to see, it is more green and shaded. I crossed Xuxi River in the evening on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty. Just when I was on the Lantern Festival, my legs were hanging down, and the sky wind swept them away for me. It's strange that it's so cold in the plains and that people in the distant peaks are covered with snow. White smiles, the wind blows through the green lotus at dawn, and the flowers are still white and jade-like. How can the fragrance spread all over the world if it is not allowed to bloom? Traveling all over Lushan Mountain, I showed the elders of Wanshan Mountain, Da Lian and Xiao Banjun, and the geographical records were ancient and green. At first I passed through thousands of long pines, and suddenly I looked up at thousands of cliffs. When you look at a mountain, it is unknown, and when you lose your ambition, you lose the beauty of the mountain. I can't stop asking questions as I walk, and I can gradually recognize them one by one. The five old men of He Dynasty climbed to the top and turned into stone. At this young age, my teeth are weak. God gave five jade milk to the canal for worship. Where Yuanming slept drunkenly, traces of sweetness were printed on the stone. The pond where Yi Shao raises geese is stained with moss and ink. The crane crows and the sky is blue in the south, and the turtle worships the white dipper in the south. The relationship with Qixian is not shallow, and the moon pillow borrows the cloud mat. Wanshan and Kaixian make a spring and break the pearl wall. The sick eyes are greedy and poor, and the toes are cowardly. There are many handsome people traveling with me, and half-talkers like Chan Bo. It's almost a day off, but no one can catch up with you. Returning to the boat, carrying Xiaoxing, I look back and reminisce about the two. Waking up in early summer by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. The plums drip with acid and splash on the teeth, and the plantains are green and covered with window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers. The spring flowers are blooming in my hometown, Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. The crabapples are blooming in my hometown today, and I dream about the beautiful scenery in Jiangxi. Everything is spring, people are old alone, and Yan will return after one year. It's as green as day and as light as day, and it's like flying catkins when you want to fall. If you don't have that scenery, you can't have a meal, so you can send poems to attract people into the Cuiqiong Cup. Chun Qing Huai Hometown Begonia by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty Bamboo-side pavilion and waterside pavilion, don’t want anyone to follow you, just walk alone. The wicker branches have no strength at first, and the shadows of the flowers are not clear in the clear sky. After a rainy day, countless new birds came to the quiet path and heard their happy voices. All I owe is the green gauze and red meat, and two years of cold food to bear with Mr. Reading the Biography of Yan Ziling by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty How can guest stars complement Han Zhongxing? There is a clear breeze in the sky as cold as ice. I sent Ah Ma to move the Han tripod early, but where is the Yan Mausoleum in the world! Crossing Yangcun, Song Yang Wanli. There are so many people on both sides of the stone bridge, just like villages separated by a river. Zhongxin Hotel is shaded by willows, and small fishing boats are under the grape trellis. Red and white flowers line the water, and green and yellow wheat fills the sky. Zheng'er Qinghe is still talking, for whom do you work hard and don't return to the fields? Posted to Luwuguan by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. You live in the east of Zhejiang and I in the west of Jiangxi. There are a few new strands of silk in the mirror. The flowers have fallen six times and the messages have been sparse, and the moon shines thousands of miles away and we miss each other. Li Du should not be able to cross the sea of ??whales, but he should be more envious of Kui Long gathering in Fengchi. The Tao is that Fan Chuan kills lightly, just like comparing thousands of households to a thousand poems. Shangchun Wanli by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty It was planned that this spring would be full of joy, but the east wind was still in vain. If you don't have dazzling eyes every year, you will either be worried or sick. Evening Breeze by Song Yang Wanli The evening breeze does not allow you to see clear ripples, but it allows heavy curtains to hang to the ground. There are no mountains in the plains to cover the setting sun, and the west window turns red when the moon comes. Boat Passing Anren Yang Wanli Two children on a fishing boat collected their poles and sat in the boat. It is strange that even if there is no rain, the umbrella is always open, not to cover the head but to use the wind.

Four Quatrains on First Entering the Huaihe River (Part 3) Yang Wanli The boats on both sides of the river are going in opposite directions, and it is difficult to negotiate with the ripples. Only the gulls and herons were left, flying freely from north to south.

Xugongdian, Suxin City The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. After leaving Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang off at dawn, the scenery of the West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. The small pool and spring are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. The willow branches of new willows are brushing against the silver pond a hundred feet apart, and they are not dark green, only light yellow. It may not be that the willow branch can be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water will lead it to grow. Zhaojun complained about the rain on the lotus. In the afternoon, he dreamed of a boat with flowers at the bottom, and the smoke and water of the West Lake were filled with fragrance. The sound of heavy rain hitting the awning is the beginning of a dream. But Chi He dances in the rain, and the pearls are reunited after being scattered. They gather into mercury nests and spread clear waves. When I take a nap in the early summer, the plum leaves my teeth sore, and the plantains are divided into green and window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers. Good things have come to Chengzhai in recent months, but first to Wanhuachuan Valley. It's not that there is no moon in the fasting, but there is a forest of bamboos. It is only the thirteenth night now, and the moonlight is already like jade. It's not the autumn light that's amazing, look at the fifteenth or sixteenth. The Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 1) When I got out of the city, everything was quiet, and I was on a fishing boat crossing half of Hunan. I also know that the fisherman is in a hurry to go fishing and turns over his spring shirt without looking inside it. Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 2) The flowers in the garden have fallen and bloomed along the way, white, white and red. Don't ask if you have traveled to a strange place. Wild fragrance comes from all directions. Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 3) The spring has faded in front of Liuzi Temple, but the new clear weather has made the spring cold. The sparse hedges are not used to protect the flowers, but only serve as web poles for spider silk. The Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Ferry (Part 4): One sunny day and one rainy day, the road is dry and wet, half light and half dense, with overlapping mountains. In the distance, I saw the back of a cow in the flat grass, and there were traces of people in the sparse new seedlings. Go back to Xiyin/Go back to come to the Xining Family Poverty. The court is full of childishness. There is no grain stored in the vase, so I am looking for things for officials. Occasionally, Peng Ze is close to him. Public slipstream key. Ge Jin persuaded me to ask for wine, but Huang Ju complained and ignored Dongli. Five buckets of money are lost, who can promise anything and come back? The old garden is half hazelnut. The mountain fields are full of thorns. Thinking of the mind is a form of service and ridicule. I am melancholy and confused. Don’t remonstrate and chase after you. I feel that I am here today, but I feel that I am here yesterday. The light boat floats through the sky. The wind blows softly. Let me ask you about the road ahead for Zheng Fu. The morning light is small and the hatred for Xi is small. Nai looks at the house and is running around. Welcome full of Jing Fei. There are still pines and chrysanthemums in the three desolate paths, and they are happy for the young ones to come into the house and take them with them. There is a lot of wine, and you can drink it by yourself. The trees in the garden make your face look happy. Easy to kneel and easy to live in. The south window gives a proud look. The garden is particularly interesting on a daily basis. Even if there is a firewood gate, it will always be closed to the slanting light. Longitudinal vision corrects the head, short-term support. The floating clouds come out of Xiu Xiu. Even when a bird is tired, it returns home. The stream of light is about to come in, and the lonely pine caressing the place is desolate. Interested in making friends with mountains and rivers. The world is against me. What kind of person can I ask for when I come back? After thousands of years of absence, who do I want to follow now? Relatives laugh and talk, music and books are chanted, don’t let the common people know about it. Encounter Chunxi again. Farmers want to carry crops. Tell Xichou that he has something to do. Let me be a boat and a chariot, and I can appoint snakes as I please. The experience is rugged and graceful, and the hills and valleys are suitable. The flowers and trees are flourishing. The spring water began to flow. All things are as they should be in their proper time, so don’t laugh at my failure in this life. Geometry within the shape of the space. How can I ask whether I will stay or leave? Don't worry too much about your destiny. Take care of the emperor and the general's wishes. In the middle of Dahua, ride on the current and return to its destination. If you are happy or fearful, don’t follow Yi. Wealth is a crisis. Yunxiang cannot be expected. Take advantage of the good time to go and have fun alone. Climbing mountains alone near the water, Shu Xiao writes more poems. In addition to being happy and knowing destiny, ridiculing and doubting. The wild chrysanthemums and moss are used to cast money, and gold, brass, and green compete for beauty; God gives money to the poor poet, only to buy the sorrow but not the land. Spring Outing I don’t know whether spring will come back in the rain, but I won’t be happy until spring comes. I happened to go out this morning, and the plum blossoms all fell and the apricot blossoms bloomed. The jade trees reflect the beautiful steps of the water melody, and the jade festival is new year by year. Every September, I can celebrate my mother’s birthday. There are nine knots of pu buds at the bottom of the stream, and vast hectares of silver waves on the bottom of the sea, brewing a cup of spring. The east fence is covered with chrysanthemums, and the longevity is painted with chrysanthemums in the garden. To the west wind, it blows snow on the temples and clouds of incense sticks. Lang Jun enters the performance, and welcomes Zhu Yi into the Xiumen. Seeing the golden flowers and purple imperial edicts, the two countries of Pucheng and Changzhou were appointed together, and the concubines were appointed. Three points on the Taiwan star, one point on the Canopus star. Nian Nujiao: When I return home, there are three paths, long enough to drag the sleeves of my shirt. The official title is clear to the bone, and there is no prison guard. He is responsible for guarding the breeze, overseeing the bright moon, and also overseeing the planting of flowers and willows. Climbing mountains and facing water, he composed three or two poems. Don't talk about the sun rising to the sky, don't praise the golden seal, and don't brag about the big hanging of your elbows. Let's talk about the grand event in Luling, and the longevity of three idle people. After selecting the soldiers, they returned to the countryside and were taken under custody. I only worry about being drunk and killing myself, drinking privately outside Luojiang Gate.

Summer Quatrains Not only is spring beautiful, but summer is also beautiful. Living with flowers and plants is life. The deer and green onion are untied and inserted into long slender stalks, and the golden phoenix still has the smallest flower. Zhaojun complained: I heard the pine shoots leaping at the deer. I know it's a sand gull coming to stay. Children should not make noise. Afraid of him. Suddenly it flew away. Flying away to nowhere. I have begged to retire. Reporting sand gull. In Wulingchun, the long chai returned to the sky for more than ten summers, and it did not wear the 镵鸃 crown. The truth is that this year is better than last year. Specially reduced Qing Huan. The old dragon group is used to cause trouble, and the frequent sipping makes me feel cold. Skinny bones hurt and sore. Er Xin asked for peace. The plum blossoms painted on Yang Buzhi's red damask hidden in Zhongyuan, Bajing. The dark clouds in the dark sky fall to the ground, and the wind cracks the mountains and blows off the ears. The Yangtze River is a vast expanse of one boat, and it's snowy and cold all night long so I can't sleep. At dawn, the poet's temples fluffed up, his neck narrowed and he slightly raised his yellow striped awning. The heavy snowfall at night has cleared up, and there is a light red glow in the east. The Jiangmei tree blooms alone, and the canopy is cut into a plum blossom foot. The old stems and new branches are purple and green again, and the flowers are white and jade must be golden. Although her body and face were covered with snow, Mei Xue competed with Xia. I don’t know where the poet got the frost saw, and the snow and plum blossoms are about to go. It may be Bingzhou's quick scissors, or Wu Gang's moon axe. There are no roots below and no tips above the trunk. One glance spans half the waist of the plum trees. The eastern province has brought out the cold weather, but the flowers and snow have not yet been sold. Shuyu Pavilion The jade spring at the base of the mountain flies on its back, but flies down after flying out of the top of the mountain. Since the double training in Lufu, there are still two teams in Yinwan and Qi. The thunder cracked Long Bo's eyes, and the snowdrops splashed on Chang'e's clothes. A message to Su Er and Li Twelve, there are no new poems about Mochou Waterfall. In the cold food and rain, I made an appointment with my friends to travel to Tianzhu and got sixteen quatrains. The lake is full of spring light, why do we need to cut off the innocence? But the Fengcao is divided into boundaries, and the weeping poplar outside the Fengcai belongs to someone else! It's sunny in the evening after the snow, and all the mountains are green, except the east mountain, which is all white. I only know how to chase victory and forget about the cold. I stand in the spring breeze and the sunset. What I love most is the green snow in the east mountains, and the silvery mountains in the soft red light. Reminiscing about Qin E. The new year is early. Ten days before spring, spring returns. Spring has returned. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and the wild peaches are as small as red. I don’t care about spring or old age. Just trying to get drunk and fall down. Fall before the flowers. The son helped him back, and he woke up at dawn. Passing by Songyuan Chenchuiqigong Store (Part 1) Mo Yan said that it would be easy to go down to the ridge, and it would make pedestrians like it. Entering the circle of thousands of mountains, one mountain releases another mountain block. Passing by Songyuan Chenchuiqigongtian (Part 2), the sound of the stream from the north of the mountain welcomes people all the way, and the sound of the stream from the south of the mountain sends people off. I also know that the flow is going to Jinling. If you pass by Jinling, don't send a message. Passing Songyuan Chenchuiqigongdian (Part 3) The water behind the mountain is flowing eastward, but the front mountain is blocking it to the west. The Tao is that water is soft and has no nature. It sounds angry when it sounds urgent and sad when it sounds slow. Passing through Songyuan Chenchuiqigongtian (Part 4), there are thousands of mountains and cracks on the side, and the sky and the well are all rugged. Yesterday I passed Furong Ferry and found the first line of the source of the stream. Passing by Songyuan Chenchuiqigongtian (Part 5) The sun is high and the valley is starting to get a little warmer, and the lush greenery is still bone-chilling. Telling passers-by what they are busy doing, the sound of the golden rooster stirs up the silver saddle. New Wine Song: You can still taste the sour wine with the soup, but you can’t drink the sweet wine with honey. I brewed two vats of wine by surprise. There has been no Du Kang since the people were born. The fragrance of osmanthus is clear and bottomless. This rice is not Yunan rice. This water is Jianye water. I walk around the urn several times a day, waiting for the wine to be ripe and the people to come. The kudzu bag in the pine trough has just been squeezed. I take off my hat and taste the new thing first. The wine of Chuchou has the smell of an official pot, and one cup reaches beyond the world. Suddenly Wang Shan fell to the side of the urn and felt the sword cutting into his intestines. The method of making wine by degrees is not Nong. This method comes from Taixu. I accidentally found a volume of the Wine Sutra, and washed it away with the eternal sweet wine. If a drunkard wants to taste wine, he must first hold Tianhe Zhuoqu's hand. But I came to raise a glass and hit the mark. I don’t know if I have changed my immortal bone. A play by Lei Shi, a collection of Du lines and postscripts from Du poems, was submitted to the Supervisory Examination of Xiechang State Procuratorate. There is a guest named Zimei, and he buys five liters of rice in Taicang every day. Something happened in the west of Jinguan City. He was so drunk that he didn't return home all night. The setting sun on the green mountains and the rivers and lakes are white, and I am addicted to wine, singing and spreading my golden halberd. Even if the words are not amazing, it will not stop until death. Thousands of grasses and flowers are moving and becoming green. The boatman knocks needles to make fishing hooks, and the old man takes advantage of his excitement and wants to go eastward. The plum blossoms are smiling on the patrol eaves, how can they be so inferior in Yangzhou? The poems are clear and romantic as we age, and the orioles fly in and out. At that time, the literary talent moved people, but it came like thunder to collect wrath. One night the water was several feet high, and I could walk in the cave and look out over the wasteland. The sky is clear and clear, reflecting the swaying waves, and the nine-section staff of the immortal is found. Don't you see that Du Ling, an old man from the Western Han Dynasty, was away from his affairs and discussing things in solitude? How could he write with a spirit? You are good friends with Li Bai of Shandong, what use does Confucianism have to me? I would like to blow the wild water to add gold to the cup, but how can I know that I will starve to death and fill the ditches and mountains. How not to drink makes one's heart sad. What's the use of being famous forever? Thousands of cattle look back on the hills and mountains. The day before the Dragon Boat Festival, the first smile broke out. A little melon fragrance broke the drunken sleep, causing the drinkers to salivate in vain.

How to drip dew from the ox-heart plum and turn it into a jade well lotus. I am happy to be smiling at dawn, but I am ashamed that my shadow is not beautiful at noon. Suddenly I saw the golden cherry core spitting out, and there was a rustling sound on the edge of the leaves at dusk. Compassion for farmers: The rice clouds don't rain much and don't turn yellow, and the buckwheat flowers are empty and early to frost. I have already endured hunger to survive my remaining years, and it is even more worthy of the extra years! After Gui Wei came to the Yuan Dynasty, I drank in the Zhao Dunli Bamboo Pavilion at night and heard frogs singing drunkenly. At night in the Mao Pavilion, tens of thousands of bamboos were gathered, and the first moon gave way to high candles. The master's drinking habits are endless, and I suddenly fell into a drunken country. Frogs in the grass suddenly chirped, as if they were laughing at me for saving my drinking capacity. It's better to just be a frog and listen to the truth, why bother to think about advocating. Shang Yi climbed to the Wanshi Pavilion together, leaning on the railing and looking at the cold green with lowered hands. But now that we are in the cold green, I will not be happy if I don’t drink bamboo. When the boat passes by Xie Pond, I pour a glass or two of green wine before the boat door closes and opens again. No one can see the wrinkles in the beautiful mountains, they are all picked out by the setting sun. A long sentence about the Mid-Autumn Moon: Walk down the red sand pills from the west mountain, and fly up to the golden plate from the east mountain. The path rises from the blue sea to the blue sky, still half wet with traces of waves. The first glow is faint and cold, but the moonlight is as light as the osmanthus and as heavy as the osmanthus. The yellow Luo tuan fan has dark patterns, and the double dragons and phoenixes protrude from the golden frown. In a moment, in the center of the sky, all the silver crystals receded and turned yellow. The universe melts into the ice, and everything is devoid of light. I have always loved the moon and this evening. The ancients shared this habit with me. Last year's Mid-Autumn was dark, but this year's Mid-Autumn moon is white. Mr. Wang used to not care about fighting, but recently he is afraid of illness and refuses to drink. Under the moonlight, I wake up and scratch my white head. Will next year's moon look like tonight? The wild roses have been red and green for a long time, and the mountain flowers on the road are also sparse. The buds are still thin after the spring, and the swallow's fat is thick and smeared with wild roses. Red rose does not have the same name as the rose, nor does it have the same genealogy as the rose. The leaves and branches are thousands of green, and the flower is light and dark red. The winds and rivers all have their own styles, so how can the rain and dew create their own merits? The incense of other countries cannot be harvested, and the poet is smoked into the water. In the ancient tradition, Du Yunhuan Zhang was summoned to the imperial court by the Lei Li Department. Emperor Gao Zhongxing Qu Jichen was the younger brother of Mr. Ziyan. Coming from Ziyan and living in Zigai, Hongjun transferred to the spring of central Hunan. The romantic figures are surrounded by vegetation and the fragrance fills the foothills of Juzhou Island. At that time, there were many guests, and the moon was bright and green. The master of the Lei family, Longfeng Zhang, entered his room and was promoted to the hall. Zhu banners and jade festivals are all over the south, and brocade tents and silk quilts are recommended to Wanglang. Let the stars shine next to Yi Zhen, and the scenery of Xishan and Nanpu will return. Qu Nong doesn't have tools to learn about the world, but his sleeves are only hidden deep in his hands. The Jade Emperor called him to go to the temple corridor, but he was still walking with a bamboo stick. The savages are also of the same sect, hanging up their clothes and lying under the forest for a long time. The sick body can only catch smoke and waves, but the children are still exhausted. The eldest son and the eldest child went to Lingling to register and expressed their miscellaneous remarks: "It is easy to be a good official and you are too busy, but it is difficult to be a good person and you need to work hard." If you want to be a good official, you will not be able to get into trouble in the public letter examination. With the help of clever tricks, the stench will last for thousands of years and my heart will be cold. If you want to be a good person, your boss will also be ruthless. The elected officials of the people have no choice, but they stay young with the gods. I am sixty-four this year, and my eldest son is in his prime and has begun his official career. Our ancestors' families were as cold as ice, so why wouldn't they want you to take a high position? Don't love him if you are in a high position. If you lose your high position, and your husband is old, don't ask for the old official position. When he was caught in the White-headed Official, he was worried that he had no face to see the poor people. I don't have enough to learn from the sages, I have previous works such as playing chess. When the national champion reaches the national champion, he still has everything on his head. The Resentment of Zhaojun: Ode to the Rain on the Lotus Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli - "The Resentment of the Zhaojun: The Rain on the Lotus" Content: I dreamed of a small boat at the bottom of the flowers, and the smoke and water of the West Lake were full of fragrance. The sound of pelting rain is the beginning of a dream. But Chi He dances in the rain, and the pearls are reunited after being scattered. Gathering together in a nest of mercury, the clear waves spread. Postscript Youyan's collection of Guangyao's royal writings and songs collected by Zuo Si. The old wild monk, the chief historian of Luantai, was sick before the month, and after the frost, there were flies. There is no way to cover the sea of ??documents, and the black flowers are in bloom and the eyes are clear. An old friend, You Taishi, knocked on the door and was happy before bowing his heart. Ten solutions of pearls were poured from his sleeves, and five-colored rays of light shone through the window. He said that when Tianfeng came to the emperor's side, he found a piece of cloud in the ancient palace. It has always been better for the emperor to sit in court than the sun, the wind, the flowers and the willows. The flowers are flat and the ice clouds are smooth, and the chickens in Xuancheng are as sharp as a needle. Tianyan Youxi chats for a small test, and the Xijing book list provides games. Han Pengwei and Huo Xin were named, and Shu Xiangqing Yungan wrote the calligraphy. There are so many frustrated people in the Han Dynasty, but Jiujing hates it. Once you turn it over to the bottom of the holy pen, the light of Zhaohui awakens you. The ministers sewed and sewed their turbans indiscriminately, and copied out the Filial Piety Sutra by hand. Have you ever written down the history of the Han Dynasty? Taishi built a cottage with gulls and herons, and crossed the Jingxi River at the foot of Mount Xin. Red light and purple energy rise to the candle sky, which is a place where treasures are hidden deep.

A seven-character long sentence to pay farewell to Hu Yuanzhi, the Prime Minister of the Punishment Temple, Guilin. The Jiangxi Governor said who his son was, and only said that there was something new in Jizhou. The thorns shine on the sun and move the green scales, and the pink battlements penetrate the clouds and burn silver. In three years, eight towns will be ripe, and one term will be spring every day for a thousand days. Don't you see how the prefect of Jizhou looks like Qing Dynasty? The heart of the Bailu River has bottomed out. Except for the five liters of rice in Taicang, no one was sent to the market. The neighbors came to see each other, and if they didn't get married, they would be promoted to officials. The name of Qing Dynasty hits people with frost and cold, and the wind blows into the sky all night long