Du Mu’s ancient poems (except Qingming) Yang Wanli’s poems (except Xiaochi

Du Mu's ancient poems include:

Three quatrains on passing through the Huaqing Palace

Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opening in order on the top of the mountain.

The red concubine on horseback smiled, but no one knew it was lychee.

The green trees in Xinfeng are covered with yellow mosaics, and several emissaries riding on the fishing sun are returning.

[The emperor’s envoy asked Zhuan Lin to explore Lushan and see if she would rebel. Zhuanlin received Lushan’s gold

and said that Lushan would not rebel. ]

The song of neon clothes reaches thousands of peaks, and the original dance comes down.

The music and songs of all nations are intoxicating and peaceful, and the moon in the sky tower is clear.

The Lushan dance is shot randomly in the clouds, and laughter is heard under the heavy mountains as the wind blows.

Deng Le Youyuan

The lonely bird disappeared in the sky, and the eternity disappeared into it.

Look at what career the Han family has achieved. There are no trees in Wuling but there is an autumn breeze.

Wen Qingzhou Zhao Zongjun was killed by an arrow in the battle with Dang Xiang

The general rode alone on an iron horse, and Jin Pugu was killed in the battle at Yuxi.

Death has existed since ancient times, but today there is no such thing as a brave general.

Articles on the history of the Qing Dynasty compete for pens, and rich families sing, dance and laugh and sacrifice their lives.

Who knew that I, too, would commit suicide?

Send Rongzhou Tang Zhongcheng to the town

The address is the same constellation, and the dragon spring is like a battle.

Burn incense in the green feather tent and watch the dancing tulip skirt.

The kite's head rushes into the long waves, and the rhinoceros channel blows over the mountains and clouds.

Don’t teach the bronze pillar to the north, but talk about the general horse.

Cui Changshi of Xiazhou, Chang Yali, has led the ten rhymes of his command since he was young

The emperor ordered generals to write poetry and calligraphy, and to ascend the altar to perform rituals and music.

Three sides need to take pillows, and the Great Wall will be built thousands of miles away.

He is very complimentary to his guests, but he has already filled the door with awe.

With five noble ribbons around the waist, one family in the world will be prosperous.

There are new swallows in the wild water, and summer orioles in the suburbs.

Don't let the wind hiss the jade, look at the golden stems in the dying sun.

The solitary smoke in Yusai is beautiful, and the green grass in Yinchuan is bright.

The soldiers with spears and tigers are fighting, and the bows and arrows are falling.

Wei Jiang's words are admirable, and Chen Tang's affairs come true by chance.

If you need to hang bamboo and silk, tranquility is the name of merit.

Long sentence on the west side of the street

Beautiful crows are bathed in the newly rising green pond, locking up the wealthy families in Chang'an.

I rode and drank with others, and the apricot flowers bloomed next to each other in the famous garden.

The horses are neighing in the silver autumn, and the embroidered martingale is shining in the carriage.

Where is the flute for a general? The sun is setting among the fragrant trees in Lianyun.

Chunshen Jun

The martyrs want to repay the kindness of the country's soldiers. Who will be the innocent soul of Chunshen?

Three thousand guests, who do you want to kill Li Yuan?

People from Fenling Palace

After Xiangru's death, there were no poets.

A jade face is not less than gold, and tears drop from autumn mountains into the palace of longevity.

Reading Han Du's Collection

When I read Du's poems in Han's Collection with worry, it's like Magu scratching her itch.

Who gets the marrow of the Phoenix from Heaven? No one can untie the string glue.

A long sentence with four rhymes to Chief Li

The strange ultimatum in the jade letter locks the spirit seal, and the fragrant purple hole blows the green peach in the wind.

The old man has sharp eyes, teeth and claws, and he is very energetic when he throws fire for thousands of miles.

The mist and auspicious clouds follow Buwu, and the autumn graves sigh at the basil.

Three mountains have passed for a long time, and the girl is embroidering a feather robe by the window.

Send a gift to the king of chess

The jade patterned catalpas are scattered all the way, and the most suitable eaves are rain and bamboo rustling.

The thin shape disappears and the spring spring grows, and the wild fire burns out.

Standing the Way is like Zhou Fuzhu, fighting fiercely and not envying Huo whoring and Yao.

It will be seven hundred and ten thousand days later, and it will be sold in the bureau with Ziqi.

Fu Zhu: A history of making pillars.

Repost the quatrains

There are few people in the world who are as talented as kings, but there are no idlers like me in the world.

Farewell to the bamboo window on a snowy night, a lamp illuminates the picture of Wu.

Youth's Journey

The sound and light of the chain jade are broken, and the green brocade covers the mud and curls high.

The spring breeze and drizzle are passing by, and the beads are falling on the white robe.

Send Wang Shiyu to Xiakou to host the curtain

You are a guest of three thousand, and I am a disciple of Qingjin, who is seventy.

The etiquette is all excellent and you know the beginning of Wei, and the common thoughts in discussions will lead to foolishness.

The spring water is vast in front of the Yellow Crane Tower. Do you still remember old friends after drinking it?

Since Yi

Du Ling Xiao Cijun, moved to the young position and went to official position.

Lonely pity my way, vaguely like the ancients.

The heart is decorated with no color, but the bones are filled with dust.

I feel like a piece of grass, and I can’t control myself with a knife or ruler.

Get to the bone: file the bone first.

Self-dispatch

I am already forty years old, and I am in a state of worry and embarrassment.

He holds a wrench and displays a small New Year's book.

Although he is an alcoholic and dislikes Ruan, he will laugh at him later.

Ning sighs when he hears the flow, and he is not friendly to the common people.

When trouble arises, you know how to cut it, and when you worry about it, you know how to relax it.

What does it mean to me that it is also called Two Thousand Stones?

Inscribed on Tong Ye

Last year the tung trees fell on the old stream, and the leaves were inscribed on Yan Shi.

Jianglou sent it back to Yan today, which was the time when he wrote the leaves last year.

It is a pity that the leaves have fallen and the swallows have returned, and the mysterious hair has gone to the east and has no time limit.

The laughter at the banquet and singing table turns melancholy, and the bright moon and clear wind see parting.

Zhuang Sou and Peng Shang were in the same dream, and Tao Qian’s life experiences were left behind.

One pill and five colors become empty words, and there is no doubt about the broken stone and loose fuel.

If you are extravagant and effortless, your writing is like a piece of brocade. Why should you be as sharp as a cone if you advance?

The God of Money makes you know that you are invincible, and the Sage of Wine is as common as me.

The autumn light is reflected in the Toad Pavilion mirror by the river, and the green hills in front of the threshold are covered with mausoleum eyebrows.

The fragrance of the bottle spreads lightly over several branches of chrysanthemums, and the shadow of the eaves slants into half of the chess game.

Don't criticize officials for being clumsy in their discussions, just pray to gods for their foolishness.

The level of smoke in Sanwu creates thoughts, and I would rather go to the place where idle human beings are.

Seeing farewell: a sad farewell.

Shen Xiaxian

Who can sing a cappella? The grass paths are covered with moss and cannot be found.

One night I dreamed at the foot of Xiaofu Mountain, the water was like a ring and the moon was like a lapel.

Li Heding

The birds fly to Gengzi Zhi, banishing them to the year of Xinmao, which is the year of the solar eclipse.

The origin is that talents and talents are in vain, and the ups and downs are natural.

Given to Shen Scholar Zhang Geren

In those days, Lang taught singing in front of guests.

The jade cracks lightly when it is broken, and the smoke is far away when it is closed.

The lonely and straight clouds are fixed, and the light is round and dripping.

The muddy feelings are delayed and urgent, and the flowing hatred swallows the long string.

The spring breeze blows in Wuyuan, and the wine hangs on the river bridge.

Pingjun got drunk and his home was near Duling.

Remembering the Four Rhymes of Zhupo

Autumn grass on Fanchuan Road, the setting sun covers the gate.

I met Han Yanqi while hunting, and I met the tree in the pottery garden.

Bringing the rain through the lotus marsh, the mist descends to the bamboo village.

Now that I can’t go back, I wear a basin that looks up to the sky.

Three quatrains by Zhu Po

The pond of my hometown relies on the canal, and the three edicts of Jiangcheng are replaced by fish books.

Jia Shengci Fu hated living in exile and only lived in Changsha for more than a year.

[Emperor Wen missed Jia Sheng for the rest of his life. ]

The woodcutter sings in the moss lane deep in the smoke, the flowers fall cold and the tired guests return.

The vine banks and bamboo islands set off each other, and the pond is full of grebes flying in the spring rain.

The spring cave in Rufei has goose tubes, and the swamp is hidden from the rock.

When I laugh at myself, my head and corners shrink, and when I return home, the smoke is just like a snail.

Two poems by a man who left the palace

I am playing the Zhaohua pipe in the Jade Palace, and I am drunk and breaking the lily flowers in the pear garden.

I have dreamed of returning to this world for ten years, and the silk threads are still tied to my armbands.

Pingyang holds his back and crosses the Chi Road, and the bronze sparrow goes down to the Bimen to share the fragrance.

I have been embellished with beads for several times in the deep palace, and I lie down at dusk in a state of jealousy and shame.

Chang'an Autumn View

The building is leaning against the frost tree, and there is no mirror in the sky.

The Nanshan Mountains and the autumn colors are both powerful.

Drinking alone

It is snowing outside the window, and I have a stove and a wine vat.

How about fishing in the rain and sleeping under the tent on the Qiu River.

Drunken in Sleep

The mash is ripe in the rain in autumn, and the leaves are falling in the cold fast.

Young people sleep a lot, but drink an empty bottle.

Free wine if you don’t drink it

Peng Shang is the best in calculating life and affairs.

Would you like me to fight against Chou?

Tao Yi Yin Cun's bachelor Tingmei's bachelor Jian Yu Shengming

Since Zhixiao and Han Dynasty, he and his younger brother returned to pastoral care in the past and were separated and impoverished

Stealing together He writes beautiful songs and poems and talks about his ambition and growth

The four rhymes of the sentence are presented to the three gentlemen

Nine golden divine cauldrons are piled high on hills and mountains, and five jade princes are wearing rings.

The constellations are in the sky, wolves and manes are dark, and the flutes are played in the garrison and the tiger's teeth are idle.

The Purple Qi Dragon is buried in prison, and the Hong Furnace Emperor in the sky casts his face.

If you remember the old friendship in Xihe, the fish talisman will promise to leave Hanguan.

Xingyuan

The gentle rain at night washes away the fragrance, and the young master walks evenly.

Don’t blame the apricot garden for looking haggard, there are so many flower arrangers in the city.

The Spring Festival Gala is titled Wei's Pavilion

The fragrance of flowers and grass invades my nose, and I hate the vastness of spring when the high platform is gone.

The wilting red half falls on the flat pond at night, and Quzhu floats into a brocade.

Guotian's house

Outside the south gate of Anyi, whose house has a high wooden board.

In the Fengcheng Garden, you can see basil on the missing wall.

The poem was inspired by the title of the collected works of the Song Dynasty

Fleeing poverty and death, I was starving but suffered from wormwood disease and no cure.

My pity for you is even more hateful to Chongquan, but I don’t see him being banished to Chongshan.

Xue Qing visited Sanyun, who lived on the west side of Zhaogu Street.

Who was appointed to replace Li Dutan as a coquettish general.

The whales in Shaoling are moving in the sea, and the cranes in Hanyuan are cold.

I am still interested in visiting you today. Erjiao Bingxue comes to see you alone.

Will go to Wuxing to enjoy the original unique experience

In the Qing Dynasty, there is taste but incompetence, leisurely love, lonely clouds and quiet love for monks.

If you want to conquer the rivers and seas, you will enjoy traveling in the plains and looking at Zhaoling.

Luozhong Supervisor sent old Wei Chu back to the court after his sick leave was over

The wind in Luoqiao was warm and the clothes were carefully turned over, and the immortal official went to Yuqi in spring.

When the Duhe first clashes with the Taixu Sun, the nine cows lose one hair.

You are here to start the enlightenment period, and I know that God only prays to me when I am sick.

After ten years of humiliating her husband, Zhu Yun still dropped the flag of speaking out.

Dongdu sent Zheng Chujiao's school book back to Shangdu

The water in the long canal is clear, and the rain falls on Luoyang City.

The hibiscus blooms for the first time after falling, and the cicada hears its first sound.

It is easy to leave old friends and grow gray hair easily.

There is not much to say about this, I hope you will be famous.

Therefore, I have feelings about Luoyang City

A palace wall is in danger, and pedestrians are delayed in leaving for you.

After the autumn wind in Juguiyuan, the sun sets in front of Pingle Hall.

How can the imprisoned party keep Han Ding and understand Hu'er through empty talk?

Thousands of war spirits died, and the birds were miserable all year round.

Three Poems from Yangzhou

The soil of Emperor Yangzhou’s Lei Pond hides old buildings.

Whoever sings "Shui Tiao", the bright moon fills Yangzhou.

[ Emperor Yang dug a canal into Bian Canal and created his own "Shui Diao". ]

A fine horse should be left alone, and a thousand pieces of gold should be invested secretly.

Xuantian is a young man with half-undressed purple velvet fur.

Secret Tour: A secret tour.

The autumn breeze blows through the firefly garden, and the spring grass cockfighting platform.

The golden network carries the eagle, and the luan ring picks up the green.

The Sichuan boats are red and brocaded, and they sink into piles as they climb into the water.

Everywhere is beautiful, but King Huai returns.

Thousands of willows hang down the street, and the clouds reflect the two-layered city.

The sky is beautiful, the terrace is beautiful, the wind is cool and the song is clear.

The slender waist has long sleeves and jade pendants are intricately tasseled.

The shaft is truly strong and luxurious.

It is a crime of debauchery, so why not become the imperial capital.

Two poems about Runzhou

The poem "Wu Ting East is a thousand miles in the autumn", I used to sing songs during my travels in the past.

There are no horses in the Moss Temple, and there are many restaurants beside the Green Water Bridge.

Most of the people in the Southern Dynasties were broad-minded, but unfortunately the Eastern Jin Dynasty was the most romantic.

Moonlight misses Huan Yi's presence even more, and I feel sad when I hear the flute playing "Out of the Barrier".

In Xie Tiao's poem, there is a beautiful land, and Fu Chai passes by the water rhinoceros army.

The high-speed railway in the city is full of powerful crossbows, and there are many dreamy clouds in the dark willows and red buildings.

[Runzhou City was built by Sun Quan and was named Iron Urn. ]

I love to draw horns and float to the north of the river, and sing fishing songs to the middle of the moon.

Looking back at Yangzhou Dust, I will lend it to you at no expense.

Inscribed on Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple

After the rain, the cicadas made a noise, and the pines and laurels fluttered in the autumn.

The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.

Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.

Who knew that Zhuxi Road, singing and playing music, was Yangzhou.

Nostalgia for the past in Xijiang

Shang Tongba Han controls Xiaoxiang, and his anger is like the light of the pure mirror of the mountains.

The Wei Emperor sewing his bags was really dramatic, and Fu Jian throwing himself into the chariot was even more absurd.

Thousands of thousands of fishing boats sing the song "Bright Moon", and thousands of miles of sand gulls play with the setting sun.

Fan Li is so lonely in the dust, good wind only belongs to businessmen.

Jiangnan nostalgia

The business of mixing cars and books is endless, and the mountains and rivers of Jingyi are the same today and in the past.

In the year of Wuchen, I passed by Jinling, melancholy and leisurely chanting in memory of Duke Yu.

Jiangnan Spring Quatrains

Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing in the green river, and the water village, mountains, wine flags and wind are blowing.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist.

I will go to Xuanzhou and leave a message about Yangzhou Chanzhi Temple

There are two pines and cypresses in Xitou, my hometown. When I came, I leaned against the pine window all day long.

Du Ling Sui Yuan has lost his country, and he traveled south to cross the river in the late autumn.

Inscribed on the water pavilion of Kaiyuan Temple in Xuanzhou, a resident of Wanxi River Jiaxi

The cultural relics of the Six Dynasties are scattered in the sky, the sky is light and the clouds are leisurely, the same as today and ancient times.

The birds are gone and the birds are coming. In the scenery of the mountains, people are singing and crying in the sound of water.

In late autumn, thousands of houses are covered with rain, and a flute of wind blows on the rooftop as the sun sets.

Melancholy has no reason to see Fan Li, scattered smoke and trees in the east of the five lakes.

When Xuanzhou sent Judge Pei Tan to Shuzhou, Mu wanted to return to Beijing as an official.

The sun was warm, the mud was melting, and the snow was half gone, and the grass and horses sounded proudly when passing by.

Yunzhe Temple on Jiuhuashan Road, Liufu Bridge in Qingyijiang Village.

Your wishes are as high as yours, and my heart is shaking.

We come together but cannot go back together. Our homeland is lonely every spring.

Juxi sent the scholar Lu Pei back to Wangwushan in the summer to prepare for the imperial examination

The wild shops were busy, and the cocoons and silkworms were beginning to draw silk.

Pedestrians cross the green stream and tie their horses to green poplar branches.

The traces of Ran Ran begin to leave, and the long and long heart expects.

When I miss you in the autumn mountains, I feel melancholy when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms.

From Xuancheng to go to Beijing

Autumn has passed for ten years, and the wine glass is always left behind.

I am dreaming by the stream beside Xie Gongcheng, and the willows are blowing in front of Su Xiaomen.

Where is the best place in Qianli Yunshan? How many people will live a restful life?

The crown of dust is hanging, but there is no business, so I finally wasted time to visit the old trip.

Inscribed in the late spring of Chizhou Nongshui Pavilion

The envoy is forty-four, wearing two bronze fishes on the left.

As an official, you are not an official, and you read the bottom book on books?

The late flowers are bright red and quiet, and the tall trees are green in the early shade.

The pavilions are extremely clear, not as good as the paintings of rivers and mountains.

The guests can chant and chant, and the court prostitutes can dress and dress skillfully.

My worries are broken every day, and I am always drunk.

Yan needs to ask for the five tripods, but Tao only loves my house.

Everyone has different tastes, so don’t laugh at the virtuous.

Climbing the Jiufeng Tower in Chizhou to send a message to Zhang Hu

Amidst all the emotions, I am not free, and the sound of the horn alone rises from the sunset tower.

The green mountains are full of endless thoughts all day long. When will the fragrant grass cease to be full of hatred?

If your eyelashes are invisible before your eyes, why should you ask for Tao if it is not outside your body?

Who is like Mr. Zhang? A thousand poems are worth the weight of thousands of princes.

Immediately rest: begin to rest as soon as you start.

Late Autumn in Qi'an County

The shadows on the willow bank gradually become less and less when the wind blows, making Jun's house look like a savage residence.

The clouds and the water are still admirable, and the roars and songs can be heard with ease.

After the rain faded and the lanterns faded away, I woke up from the drunkenness and came to sleep alone.

It’s a pity that in the struggle to cross the Red Cliff, only the grasshoppers are sitting fishing.

After the breakup: I want to break up.

Climbing up the mountain in nine days

The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jianghan, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green Wei.

It is rare to open your mouth to smile in this world, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums.

But if you are going to be intoxicated to celebrate the festival, you don’t have to come to hate the sunset.

This has always been the case. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?

Hate Luohui: Yizuo lamented Luohui. Solitary stained clothes: one is stained with tears.

Chizhou Chun sent the former scholar Kuai Xiyi

The fragrant grass becomes fragrant again, and the broken heart returns to broken heart.

It’s natural to shed tears, why bother with the setting sun.

The shores of Chu are thousands of miles away, and there are only three or two rows of Yan Hong.

I can’t return home, so I’ll give you a cup of wine.

Two Occasional Poems from Qi'an County

On the bridge over the sunset stream, half a wisp of light smoke is reflected in the willow shadow.

How many green lotuses rely on each other and hate each other, looking back to the west wind for a while.

The sound of autumn stirs up the centrifugal force, and the dreamy sky ripples with deep rain.

From the big Wuye in front of the stairs, why does Qian Jun moan in mourning?

quatrains from the Houchi of Qi'an County

The duckweed green brocade pond is filled with water, and thousands of summer orioles are chirping on the roses.

No one looked at the light rain all day long, and the mandarin ducks bathed in red clothes facing each other.

Title on Qi'an City Tower

There is a sound from the corner of the tower, and the slight sun is shining on the cold terrace.

No need to lean on the railing to look back, the seventy-five pavilions in my hometown.

On the eleventh day after the death of Chizhou Li Shijun, Chuzhou’s new order began to arrive

After seeing the return of a prostitute, he wrote a poem

Jinyun’s new order was first issued , is the lonely soul's longevity weapon.

The yellow soil does not know the new rain and dew, and the pink book is replaced by the old inscription.

The clouds are clear where Juqing is crying, and the moon is bright when Aqian returns.

After four years of love, the village gave birth to a son named Li.

Seeing Liu Xiucai farewell to a prostitute in Chizhou

The wind blows far away from Nanpu and there are thousands of waves, but the separation is not as bitter as in life.

The Chu Guan can blow willow flowers, and Wu Ji can sing the song of bamboo branches.

The green clouds fall across the golden hairpin, and the jade chopsticks are red and pink when they condense.

On the day when Mei Gao meets me, I should dress up in the mirror and smile.

Abandoned Linquan Temple in Chizhou

On the Bixi River, the ruined temple leans against the chaotic peaks.

Looking at the birds returning to the trees, I feel like they are crossing the mountain.

If you go looking for a monk on a stone road, you should never meet him in this life.

Reminiscing about Qi'an County

The place where I have slept enough all my life, Yunmeng Zenanzhou.

The wind blows over the bamboo all night, and the rain in the river sends autumn away.

The temperament is low and often gurgling, but the mechanics are strong.

In the end, it fell into the dust and caught in the hands, fishing in Xiaoxiang flooded the river.

Qingxi River in Chizhou

Nongxi River all day long until dusk, the autumn comes and the roots turn white.

What kind of things have you washed a thousand times? The dust on the writing tip will gradually disappear.

Visit the Jinbi Cave of Linquan Temple in Chizhou

Sleeves are brushed with frost on the stone edges under the forest, and the sound of gurgling breaks the ice of the stream.

Take tea and visit Jinbi in the twelfth lunar month, and write an article about Maoling.

Immediate writing in Huangzhou

Because I was thinking about the three years of Shangdang’s war, I was leisurely chanting Zhou Gong’s July poem.

On the festival of death of books and books, there are no paintings on bamboo and silk, but there are painted spiritual flags in the sky.

A depressed city is like a fish's tail, and it will fight in the morning and evening to recognize the tiger's skin.

Mo Xiao’s troops are plotting eastward, and the autumn waves all over the river are jagged.

As a gift to Li Xiucai, the grandson of Shang Gong

He is a young man with clear bones and eyes like ice, and his phoenix feathers are in five different colors.

When the unicorn flashes in the sky, Xu Ling is not alone in the world.

Four rhymes of sending Li's daily life

The Chu girl's plum hairpin is white and snowy, when the clear water of the front stream is frozen.

Yun Lei has a protruding heart and knows that it is difficult to praise, while the phoenix pipe is cold and cannot be blown away.

The sword eyes of the southern country can look forward to the sky, and the fragrant sleeves of the courtiers love to hang down.

The self-pitying poor lawless traveler is robbing Gudeng of a game of chess.

Yang Wanli's ancient poems include:

Leaving Jingci Temple at dawn Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of 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.

Evening Breeze Yang Wanli

The evening breeze does not allow you to see the clear ripples, but it allows the 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.

Chun Qing's Hometown Begonia Yang Wanli

The bamboo-side pavilion and the waterside pavilion do not want anyone to follow you, just walk alone.

The wicker branches have no strength when it is warm at first, and the shadows of the flowers are not clear in the clear sky.

After the rain came to the quiet path, countless new birds made happy sounds.

The only thing I owe is the green gauze and the red meat reflecting the red color, and I have lost my husband after two years of cold food.

Shangchun Yang Wanli

I planned to have a lot of fun this spring, but I still missed the east wind.

If you don’t have dazzling eyes every year, you are either worried or sick.

Walking up in early summer Yang Wanli

The plums drip with acid and splash on the teeth, and the bananas split green and cover the window screens.

I sleep without thoughts for a long time, watching children catching willow flowers.

Sent to Yang Wanli in Luwuguan

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 are sparse, and the moon shines thousands of miles away and we miss each other.

Li Du should not cross the sea of ??whales, and even more envied Kui Long gathering in Fengchi.

The Tao is that Fan Chuan kills lightly, just like comparing ten thousand households to a thousand poems.

Chun Qing is pregnant with the crabapples in my hometown Yang Wanli

The crabapples are blooming in my hometown today, and I dreamed of Jiangxi Jinxiudui.

Everything is spring, people are old alone, and Yan will return after one year.

It is as green as the daytime, and the catkins fly back and forth 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.

Crossing Yangcun Yang Wanli

There are many people on both sides of the stone bridge, just like the villages separated by the river.

The Zhongxin Hotel in the shade of Yangliu, the small fishing boat under the grape trellis.

Red, red and white flowers line the water, and green and yellow wheat fills the sky.

Zheng'er Qinghe is still on the road, for whom do you work hard and don't return to the fields?

New Willow Yang Wanli

The willow branches are brushing against the silver pond for hundreds of feet, and they are not dark green, only light yellow.

Not necessarily a willow branch can be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water will make it grow.

Evening Breeze Yang Wanli

The evening breeze is warm and a little powerful, and the evening breeze is bold and powerful, bullying each other.

Why should you be angry when you feel cold? Who knows if there will be frost in the future.

Hope to adopt it, thank you