Collection of Xin Qiji's Ci

Moyuer (Chunxi Jihai, moved from Hubei to Hunan, and his fellow official Wang Zhengzhi built a small wine pavilion as a gift)

It can also eliminate wind and rain. In a hurry, spring returns. I cherish spring and always regret that the flowers bloom early, not to mention the countless red ones that fall. Live in spring. Seeing the way, the grass in the world is lost and the way back is lost. Resenting the spring is silent. Even though I am only diligent, I paint the cobwebs on the eaves and fly catkins all over the place.

It’s a matter of Nagato’s affairs, but the date of the wedding was planned incorrectly. Mo Mei was once jealous. Even if I spend thousands of gold to buy a gift, who will complain about my love? Jun Mowu. Don’t you see, the jade rings and flying swallows are all dust. Idle sorrow is the most painful. Don't go and lean on the dangerous building, where the setting sun is setting and the willows are breaking your heart.

Catching fish (watching the tide on Prime Minister Ye)

Looking at flying gulls and herons in mid-air. In a moment, the ground was buzzing with drums. They cut off the river and drove the mountain away, but the fierce battle failed to capture the brave tiger. Morning and evening. Because of the ridicule, Wu'er is not afraid of the dragon's anger. The storm calmed down. Watch the red turtles fly away in fright, the jumping fish jump straight up, and they dance on the waves.

Who asks, thousands of miles long whale swallows. It's a child's play in the world. The monstrous force is so tired that I don't know what's going on. The white horse is driving eastward. Hateful place. The way of human nature is that Zixu's injustice and anger will last forever. Fame is self-defeating. He taught Tao Zhu, and the five lakes were in the west, and a group of people made mist and rain.

Qinyuan Spring (the new house with the lake is about to be completed)

The three paths are just beginning to be completed, the cranes are resentful and the apes are frightened, and the garden is in the future. It is said that Yunshan sincerely promises to have a peaceful business life, and people in well-dressed and smiling clothes can bear the dust of death. When the mind is tired, it is necessary to return, and when the body is free, it is better to be early. How can it be used for water shield soup and perch? On the Qiujiang River, I watched the wild geese ducking away from the frightened strings, and the boats returning from the rough waves.

Donggang renovated the thatched house. It's better to open the windows facing the water. If you want to fish in a small boat, you should first plant willows and sparse fences to protect bamboos so as not to hinder the viewing of plum blossoms. Autumn chrysanthemums are worth eating, and spring orchids are admirable. Leave them to your own hands. I have been pondering for a long time, fearing that the king's favor has not been promised, and this intention lingers.

Qinyuanchun (send Zhao Jiangling back east, then use the previous rhyme)

Standing in Xiaoxiang, the yellow swans fly high, hoping that you will not come. Being blown down by the east wind, the Xijiang River is talking to each other, shouting urgently to fight for wine, and whirling the wind to conquer the river. But it's strange that a man with such heroic appearance as a king still owes thousands of miles to the title of a prince. Empty victory, a good saying from the south of the Yangtze River, can only be answered.

The brocade sail boat is used for fasting. The shadows of the snowy river spread over the sky. I remember that when I went to Nanpu, I sent you to cut down the willow trees. When you met the messenger, you climbed the plum blossoms for me. In front of Luomao Mountain, under the Eagle-calling Platform, flowers of humanity are planted all over the county. Don't ask any questions, just look at the flying wings hovering high in the sky.

Shuilongyin (for Hannanjian Shangshu Jiachen's birthday)

The horse that crosses the river comes from the south, and these people are really good at economics. Chang'an elders, the scenery of Xinting is still pitiful. The people of Yifu, Shenzhou and Lu, have looked back several times. Counting an army thousands of miles apart, merit and fame are what they are, true Confucianism, do you know it?

Kang Youwen has a lot of troubles. Facing Tongyin and Manting the clear day. I fell to the ground back then, but now I'm trying to see how the wind and clouds are running. The green fields are full of wind and smoke, the grass and trees of Pingquan are green, and the songs and wine of Dongshan are beautiful. In his new year, I will put things in order for my husband to live longer.

Shuilongyin (The following year, Nanjian uses the previous rhyme as Pushou. Pu and Gong’s birthdays are one day apart, and they meet again in Nanjian)

The Jade Emperor’s palace is slightly cool, Let's try the Xunfeng hand again. The halberd is painted on the high gate, and the Tongyin Pavilion Road is as green as ever. Lan Pei Kong Fang, who is jealous of her eyebrows, is speechless and scratches her head. But every year, on the Huhan Fortress, people argue about whether the police are safe.

The golden seal will be like a bucket next year. Go to Zhongzhou and Jinyi in the daytime. It was still a great event, with Diao Chan and Feng Lin flying away. Wealth and wealth are floating in the clouds. I judge Xuan Mian not as well as a glass of wine. When I am waiting for you, I will drink heavily to accompany Zhuang Chun's longevity.

Shui Long Yin (Dengjian Kang Shangxin Pavilion)

The clear autumn is thousands of miles away, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The sun is far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells, wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and patted the railings all over, but no one understood me.

Don’t say that the bass is worth it. The west wind has gone, and the season eagle has not returned. Asking for fields and houses, fearing that he should be embarrassed to see you, Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the passing years, the sorrow and wind and rain, the trees are still like this. Who is Qian, calling for Yingying's green sleeves, _hero's tears.

The river is red (congratulations to King Xuanzi for giving birth to the Hunan bandits)

When Jiagu returned, he raised his whip and asked, "How is it like Zhuge?" Humanity is, in a hurry, in May, crossing Lu goes deep. The white feathers in the wind make the tigers noisy, and the green stream road is cut off and the orangutans cry. Early in the world of mortals, one ride fell to Pinggang, and Jie Shu was in a hurry.

Thirty thousand volumes, Long Tao Ke. If you don't get it, the article is powerful. Put the poems and books on the horse, and smile to drive away the dysprosium. The golden seal will be as big as a bucket next year, but Diao Chan will come out of his pocket. Waiting for the engraving of Gong and Xunye to the Yunmao River Stone.

The river is full of red (sending Tang Chaomei back to the golden altar on his own)

The miasma is full of smoke and rain, and it has been a dream for ten years. Please stop talking about it. Spring is just right, the peaches and plums in my hometown are waiting for you to bloom. It’s time for children to worship with tears in front of the lamp, and to return to the chicken and dolphin community. Look still, the tongue is firmly in the teeth and the heart is as iron.

The hand of governing the country is the bones of the feudal prince. There is a lot of sweat and a lot of sweat.

After finishing it, the poems and books will be honored. I usually miss you when I return home, but now I hate to see you again in middle age. There is more love in the smiling river head and the bright moon, but it is lacking tonight.

Man Jiang Hong (sending Li Zhengzhi to Shu for punishment)

The road to Shu ascends to the sky, and a cup of wine is sent to travelers in embroidered clothes. She also lamented that she was sick in middle age and couldn't bear to say goodbye. Look at Zhuge Biao in the northeast, and look at the grass in the southwest like a whisper. Paying fame and honor to the princes is like a pen in the rafters.

Don’t let your children shed tears. Jingchu Road, I can tell. I need to prepare new poems, the scenery of Lujiang and mountains. The eternal waves at Chibijitou, the third watch of the moon on Tongtan Road. When the plum blossoms are blooming and the snow is deep, we must remember each other.

The River is Red (Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away)

Hurry up to the west building, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e if she is lonely and cold. Ying Huafa.

The clouds are full of liquid and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.

Manjianghong (a poem written on the left-behind table by Health Shi Zhidao)

The wings hang down in the sky, smiling at the world, which is nothing. Also towards the depths of Jiuzhong, a jade-stepped mountain stands. He has precious lights and five colors in his pocket, and he will mend the sky in the northwest every year. And come back, talk and laugh, protect the Yangtze River, the waves are clear and green.

Beautiful land, Uncle Wenwen. The golden thread sings, the red tooth claps. Watch the statue fly down in front of you and see the news from the sun. Expecting the dream of Baoxiang Huangge, I still paint the boat and the Qingxi flute. Now, I will make an appointment with Zhongshan, and we have known each other for a long time.

The river is red (presented to Governor Chen Jiling at the banquet in Ganzhou)

The setting sun is vast, the wind is steady, and the sails are weak. I still remember, the eyebrows coming and going, the scenery of the mountains and rivers. A tired guest doesn't know where he is or how far away he is, and the news of the beautiful woman's return has been revealed. When he came back, he just sent the clouds to visit the king's guests.

How to get these things. Know that there is hatred, don’t remember it again. But Chutian was special, and the dusk clouds were green. The passing of time is not as good as one wishes, and in all likelihood, one's head will be gray now. Xiao Jiangzhou and Sima are too sentimental and their green shirts are wet.

Manjianghong (Jiang Xing and Yang Jiweng Yun)

When you pass by Xishan, you will see strange places that look like you, and you have known them before. In a dream, I travel all over the country, south and north of the Yangtze River. You have to carry a stick with you on the best paths, it can take away a few taels of clogs in a lifetime. Laughing at the dust, thirty-nine years have passed, and I have been a guest for a long time.

Wuchu land, demolished in the southeast. Heroic things, Cao Liu is the enemy. It was blown away by the west wind, leaving no trace. Lou Guan has just grown up and has gone, and the flags are white before they are rolled up. Sighing at the world, sorrow and joy turn to find each other, the present is still the same as the past.

Man Jiang Hong (Send Zheng Shun to be called upon as a doctor)

Hu Hai has lived up to his expectations, and his beard is as green as a halberd. When the king hears the truth, he takes care of it and makes long-term plans for peace. This old man has a hundred thousand soldiers, and Chang'an is in the northwest of the sky. Then Phoenix and Feizhao came down from the sky to urge them to return home.

Cars on the road, children crying. The wind and rain are dark, and the flags are wet. Look at wild plum blossoms and willows, news from the east wind. Don't talk to Zhuan Temple and laugh, the pines and bamboos are colorless now. Ask the world, who cares about the sorrow of separation, what is in the cup.

Manjianghong (the rhyme of You Nanyan and Fan Kuo)

Smilingly photographing Hongya, asking who cut the thousand-foot or green rock. It’s still the same, white horse in the west wind, Beicun Nanguo. It seems that the monk's house is in chaos, and he is spitting out forest smoke when he wants to swallow it. I feel that everything in the world will fall when autumn comes.

Let’s fight for wine and drink with you. □Xiaoyin, looking for a secluded appointment. Let Ding Ning rest, Beishan Yuanhe. If a deer comes from the canal and asks for a deer dream, the fish that is not a fish will definitely enjoy the unknown. Just looking up, the birds are responding to you, and you are looking back wrongly.

Manjianghong (Professor Yu Shanfu paid a farewell visit when he was ill, and sent it to me when he was ill)

I put some futons in the abbot's room and asked about my illness. More night rain, don't go in a hurry, a cup of north and south. Don't let anything intrude on your hair, it's time to sleep and eat well. The most unforgettable, this sentence emphasizes diligence and integrity.

West Huan Road, East Rock. The place where we joined hands remains today. Hope that we will still be there again, and the old alliance will be as good as before. Don't believe that Penglai is separated by wind and waves, but the sky has its own power to lift people. Missing plum blossoms all night long, no news.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (Meng Ou)

I love the lake very much, thousands of feet of green dome. Mr. Zhang has nothing to do and walks a thousand times a day. All the gulls and birds who have made an alliance with us, after today's alliance, please do not speculate on each other's comings and goings. Wherever the white crane is, try to come with it.

Break the green duckweed, expel the green algae, and stand up the green moss. The peeping fish laughs at your crazy plan, and raises my cup in confusion. Abandoned swamps and barren hills are past. On this night of bright moon and clear breeze, there is so much joy and sorrow in the world. There is less green shade on the east bank, and more willow trees need to be planted.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (Tangpo sees harmony, uses rhyme to express thanks)

The sun shines on the golden tower, and the tiger and leopard open the nine gates. I see you often give me advice, and you can save the world with your high opinions. Be loyal and courageous through the ages, no matter how thick the smoke and rain are in the thousands of miles, don’t be surprised by the past events. Political fears are unavoidable, and news is coming day by day.

Laughing at my house, the door is covered with grass and the path is covered with moss. If your hands are useless, you need to cup the crab claws. Talking about swordsmanship and poetry, dancing drunkenly and singing like crazy, I feel so miserable. Baifa Ning has seeds, planted one by one when he wakes up.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (moved from Hubei to Hunan, the commander-in-chief Wang and Zhao Shou set up a wine south building and left a farewell message at the banquet)

Break all the willows in Wuchang and hang them on the banquet in Xiaoxiang. In the second year of my life on the Yuniao River, I laughed at my busy schedule. When will we stop asking about wealth? It is hateful to be separated from middle age, and we will be haggard and have frost on our temples. Silk, bamboo and pottery are written on the ears, and the feathers are flying quickly.

Preface to Orchid Pavilion, sing about Red Cliff, and embroider fragrant clothes. He sent you thousands of cavalry to encourage him, and he showed your style to the king of Han Dynasty. Don't sing "Liju" too often. It's a pity that the beautiful place in the south building is already desolate in the wind and moon. It's good to be poor at home, this is a test.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (nine-day tour of Yundong and Hannan Jianyun)

What day will it be today, and for whom will the yellow chrysanthemum bloom. Yuan Mingman loves Chongjiu, Xiongci loves Cui Wei. Wine has nothing to do with people. If you can't do it yourself, who will send you in white clothes? Drunk, use a western fan to block dust everywhere.

For public drinking, three hundred cups are required per day. Looking east from the high point of this mountain, you can see Penglai in the clouds. When Yifeng and Luan Gong left, he dropped his hat and took the lead in my affairs. He fell ill and went on stage. There is a bright moon on the way back, and human figures are lingering.

Shui Tiao Song Tou (replying to Li Ziyong in rhyme)

Don’t express your anger, try to understand each other with one sentence. On the carriage road in Chang'an, Cui Wei rises from the ground. I have been ashamed of Yuan Ming for a long time. I only used this old man to wash my hands and write on the plain wall when I came back. The slanting sun shines through the void, and thousands of rays fly across it.

To end my life, I hold a crab on my left and a cup on my right. Buy a mountain and plant cloud trees yourself, and there will be smoke and rain under the mountain. Hundreds of refinements have become a circle of fingers, everything must be said to be good, and there are many platforms in the world. Liu Lang is even more laughable. He just finished watching Hua Hui.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (and Wang Zhengzhi’s Right Secretary Wujiang Watching the Snow Seeing Me)

The creation is so heroic that the jade luan flies thousands of miles away. Wait for more, Wanhuo Qiong powder covers Poli. The curling rainbow hangs thousands of feet high, only the curling stone is placed, and the road to the sea of ??clouds should be lost. Lao Tzu's old travel place, looking back at Meng Yefei.

Relegated to immortals, accompanied by gulls and birds, forgetting the opportunity. Lift your beard, drink wine and smile, the poem is in the west of the sail. I send a message to my old friend in Yanbo. I heard that the water shield and the perch are beautiful. I will stop making the water shield clothes. The upper realm is full of government officials, and the sweat is all over the emperor's period.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (Zhou Ci Yangzhou and Ren Yun)

The setting sun is filled with dust, and Hu Qi is hunting in the clear autumn. The Han family trained one hundred thousand people, and they lined up and supervised the high-rise buildings. Who knows how to throw a whip and fly across, recalling the past when the blood-stained birds sang and the Buddha and the fox were worried about the wind and rain. Ji Zi was young and had a horse with black mink fur.

Now that I am old and scratching my white head, I passed through Yangzhou. When I feel tired of swimming and want to go to the river, I plant thousands of tangerines in my hands. The two guests visited the scenic spots in the southeast and the business of thousands of poems and books, trying to make plans with you. Don't shoot at the Nanshan tiger, look for the rich people.

Shui Diao Ge Tou (rhymes with Zheng Shun Juzhuan)

Everything turns gray, the sun and the moon are in the east and west. There are nine twists and turns in the sheep's intestines, and I am accustomed to following the path. In front of the bamboo trees and the windy moon on the stream, the elders of the chicken and wine shop met each other by chance. Who can realize this joy? There is a dark giant outside the sky.

Taste of life, the public and I are definitely not the same. The golden horse in Yutang has its own good place and is a poet. I like to lock the windows with clouds and smoke, but I am afraid that they will enter the painting and fly away without a trace. This sentence is even more crazy, and it is really a tiger's head.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (seventy years old in Han Nanjian)

In ancient times, eight thousand years was one spring and autumn. Unexpectedly, on this day, I have just passed my seventieth birthday. Look at the wings of clouds hanging in the sky, the wind of ninety thousand miles is blowing down, swimming with creation. If you want to count the years, you should ask Zhuang Zhou.

Drunk in the waves, singing gracefully and dancing gently. From now on, I will stay in the southern stream of Zhanggui for you during the day. When I heard that Jun, the Emperor of Heaven, frequently served jade and spring wine, and wore crowns and crowns to support the dragon tower. Hurry up to the stars and move your name to Jin Ou.

Congratulations to the bridegroom (with narcissus)

My clothes are cold while lying in the clouds. Look at Xiao Ran, before the wind and under the moon, and the shadows by the water. Luo socks and dust are born in Lingbo, and the soup is covered with mist and the river is vast. Love it a little, and it will turn yellow into a halo. I don’t remember the time when we met, and I was very affectionate, and my fragrance formed a formation for me. Wait for the tears and collect the remaining powder.

Lingjun has always been filled with hatred. □At that time, I forgot in a hurry, this immortal inscription. The mist and rain are desolate and confusing, and the green mantle is shaking. The writing is written, and the Yaoqin is indignant. No one has the talent to summon the soul when the string is broken, but the gold cup shines brightly on the silver platform. Worried about drinking, and sober alone.

Nian Nujiao (He Nanjian Zaijiu, I saw the snow tower and watched the snow)

The old appreciation of the rabbit garden, the traces of sadness and the flying birds over thousands of mountains are gone. Carrying a silver cup on the river, only the southern branches are fragrant. Everything is new and strange. A night on the green hills makes my head turn white first. Leaning against the rocks and thousands of trees, the jade dragon flies up to Qiongque.

Don’t miss the mist-haired servant girl, trying to teach you how to ride a crane, and go to make an appointment with the month before. I grind the frozen inkstone with the poet and scan the new orchid garden. Then I would like to sweat in the human world and leave a layer of ice and cleanness. What's the matter with this gentleman? It's easy to lose your waist if you come late.

Nian Nujiao (with the rhyme of white peonies and Fan Kuo)

How similar are the flowers, like the first disciples of the Wu Palace, surrounded by green and red formations. She wants to laugh but is still shy and silent, but she is alluring and charming. The green cover is romantic, the name on the toothpick, the old reward is worth saving. The fragrance of the sky is dyed with dew, and when dawn comes, who's clothes will be moisturized?

My favorite is making jade cakes. I won one and went to Yangzhou to sing. The people in the beautiful house with golden plates are not awake yet, the swallows are flying and the spring is over. What I most recall is that in the north of the Agarwood Pavilion, there was endless hatred in the spring breeze. Stop asking when you are drunk, the flowers are sleeping with a cold fragrance late at night.

Niannujiao (climb the Kangshangxin Pavilion to stay behind on Shizhidao)

I came to pay tribute to the past, go up to the dangerous building, and win thousands of dendrobiums of leisure and sorrow. Wherever the tigers and dragons are, there are only rises and falls everywhere. The sun is setting outside the willows, birds are returning to the waterside, and the trees are blowing in the sky. The sail goes west, and someone sprays frost bamboo.

But I recall the romance of Anshi, the late years of Dongshan, the tears falling and the mournful music of the zither. All the achievements and fame of the children have been given to them, but the chess game has only disappeared over time. The treasure mirror is hard to find, the blue clouds are approaching dusk, who advises the cup to be green. The wind is angry at the head of the river, and the waves are rolling over the house.

Nian Nujiao (Shu Dongliu Village Wall)

The wild tang flowers have fallen, and the Qingming Festival has passed in a hurry. The east wind in the land deceives visitors from their dreams, and the clouds screen the night away in the cold weather. Holding a wine cup on the curved bank, with hanging poplars tied to the horse, this place was once lightly seen. The building is empty and people go, but Feiyan can talk about the old travel.

At the east end of Qimo Road, pedestrians often see each other, and the moon is slender under the curtain. The spring river of old hatred is still flowing, and the new hatred is thousands of clouds high. It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror will be difficult to break. You should also be surprised to ask how much hair you have recently.

Nian Nujiao (West Lake Harmonious Rhyme)

The evening wind blows the rain, the new lotus and the sound of the pearl are scattered. Who collects the incense box in the precious mirror? The clouds and brocade are red and the lake is green. Birds fly in the air, fish swim in the waves, and they are used to taking advantage of the music and singing feast. Sitting in a state of great pride, I watched the gentleman drink a thousand stones.

I recall that when I was a scholar, the crane followed people, and I always acted like a flying immortal uncle. The huts and sparse fences are still there now, and the pines and bamboos are no longer what they used to be. I want to remember those days, looking at the lake downstairs, the water and clouds were wide and narrow. Don't ask when you are drunk, the heartbroken peach leaves news.

Nian Nujiao (Fu Yuyan)

Wherever I have been sad recently, I still know my happiness. A bit of desolation through the ages, leaning against the west wind alone. Looking for springs with bamboos, and planting trees with clouds, I feel like a true leisure guest. I should not stay in the Qiu Valley for a long time in my leisure time.

Don’t say that the past was not true, but it is true now. Let’s take it seriously. When I'm drunk, I don't know who I am, it's not the moon, not the clouds, not the crane. The dew is cold and the wind is high, the pine tips are full of osmanthus, and I am still awake after being drunk. Lying high above the north window, don’t let the chirping birds scare you.

New lotus leaves (and Zhao Dezhuang rhyme)

People have returned, and the cuckoo wants to persuade anyone to return. The green trees are like clouds, waiting for the orioles to fly. Rabbit, sunflower and oats asked Liu Lang how many times he had wet his clothes. The green screen has a quiet dream, and you can feel the water surrounding the mountain.

Bring wine with you. The small garden is casual and beautiful. It used to be prosperous, but now things have changed and people have changed. In the spring breeze, I remember the year when I first met Cui Hui. There are few wild geese in Nanyun, and there is no reason for the brocade book.

New lotus leaves (reharvest the previous rhyme)

The spring color is like sorrow, and the clouds bring rain before returning. Spring is long and leisurely, and the gossamer is flying low as the sun goes down. I feel a little sad, and the wind blows my clothes specially in the evening. The people in the small window are quiet, and the sound of chess sounds like resolving a tight siege.

The situation is difficult to carry. Let him have fun with you. Counting the past in detail should not be a waste of poetry and wine. The string of a close friend is broken, the smile is bright, and the sky is caressing the remaining Hui. Stop the cup and look at the shadow, waiting for the bright moon to be with you.

The highest building (there is a singer of the four seasons in drunkenness, which is a poem)

Chang'an Road, returning home from a tired journey. Seventy has been rare since ancient times. The lotus flowers are soaked by the rain at night on the lake, and the cinnamon branches are light on the hills. How to eliminate it requires drinking wine and reciting poetry.

Don’t leave the snow alone beside the bamboo. Don't miss the moon by the willow. If you have too much time, you will become crazy. No one cares about the business of growing flowers, but only God knows the taste of flowers. In the Laughing Mountain, the clouds rise early and the birds return late.

The tallest building (and Yang Minzhan used the prefix rhyme to rhyme peony at the banquet)

Whoever buys it in Xiyuan will bring home ten thousand gold. Frequent illnesses are better than sparse travels. The wind slants and the sky is fragrant with candles at night, and the green cover is cool and green when the wine is intoxicating. To be found again, layman's music and poems about banishing immortals.

Look at the yellow background and royal robe, which is very noble. Look at the red bottom and the new champion. Like Douda, he is just a nymphomaniac. The concubine of Han Dynasty was helpless because of being coquettish, while the fan of Wu Wa was filled with hatred. But there are many bees and butterflies in chaos, and the spring is late.

Dong Xiange (composed for Prime Minister Ye)

The old man in Jiangtou said that he was new to the government. It is said that there will be peace this year. I saw a beautiful face with green temples, a jade belt with gold fish, it was my husband who was the Sima of the old Chinese Dynasty.

Remotely know the propaganda and advice office, the east pavilion is decorated with lanterns, don’t give immortal Shao to welcome the Yuan night. Asking the sky how much spring it will be, it is only like the human world, but the vision is long and the spirit is picturesque. The good capital is taken, the mountains and rivers are presented to the king, the father and son Diao Chan are seen, and the jade capital welcomes him.

Dong Xiange (visited the spring to the master, got Zhou's Spring, and wrote it as a poem)

Flying through thousands of valleys, thousands of rocks compete for beauty.

Live up to the skill of making springs all your life. Sighing on the light shirt and short hat, there is a touch of the world of mortals, but I am still happy, and my hair remains the same after the waves.

Having fun in life, and having an empty reputation after death, is nothing like a glass of wine before death. I will stay here in my house, waiting to learn a lot. I will plant five willows in front of the door. When I went back, my father promised to come back again, and asked if he would come back again in such a green mountain.

Basheng Ganzhou (Shou Jiankang was given the job by Hu Changwen, the commander-in-chief. At that time, he just watched the dance of tearing down the red plums, and he was favored by the tin belt)

Pay the benefits of the country to the public, Jinling Imperial State. Thinking about the swallow this year, I still recognize it, Wang Xie Fengliu. Just respect me in peacetime and suppress all kinds of pains. Still dreaming of Juntian, at the east end of the Jade Palace.

Look at the golden horizontal belt, it is planned for next year, and the prime minister will make him a marquis. There are new red plums singing, and the fragrance is gentle. Let's stay in the beautiful hall and get drunk all night long. From now on, we can count the eight thousand years. Do you know that the incense of the country is only collected at midnight?

The voice is slow (Fu Hongmuxi: When I was a child, I tasted entering the Ningbi Pond in the forbidden area of ????the capital, because I saw it at the time of writing)

On the grand day of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, flowers were planted in the sky, and the Moon Palace There are many shadows of osmanthus. Ten miles of fragrance, a branch of golden millet is exquisite. The orchestra is on the blue pool, remembering the time, the wind and the moon, and the sorrow. The green flowers are far away, but the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River is locked deep in the palace with smoke.

Just because of the coldness of the sky, brewed by the west wind, it is fragrant to the bone. Studying Danjiao in vain, Ye Zhan secretly dyed demon red. Taoist priests choose their own attire according to their own and fragrant family customs. And I'm afraid that I will be desolate and spend a long time in drunkenness.

Jiang Shenzi (Heren Yun)

Plum plums and willows fight against the slender rice fields. In the chaotic mountains. For whom. Trying on a spring shirt, I am still afraid of the east wind. Where the outing people have not gone, call the female companion, recognize the arrogant Cong.

The son's family has many doors. Remember to meet. Painting Bridge East. Come again tomorrow, the wind and rain will turn red. It's a pity that if you don't care about the spring, your skirt will fade and your temples will become loose.

Jiang Shenzi (and Chen Renheyun)

The sound of the jade flute reminds me of Li Luan. What joys and sorrows. The belt is wide. And in front of the flowers, drink hard and don’t leave any residue. When I go back, there is a bright moon in the small window, a wisp of clouds, and a thousand jade poles.

Wu Shuang should light up the cloud spots on his temples. Qi Chuang is free. Dream series. It is said that with the east wind, the intention to return is always there. The fragrant grass is on the road under Gusu Terrace, and the tears are watching, Xiaopingshan.

Jiang Shenzi (Wang Shibi in Boshan Dao Zhongshu)

A river of pines and bamboos slants horizontally. There are people. Covered by clouds. After the snow, the plum blossoms are thinned out, and two or three flowers can be seen every now and then. Compared with Taoyuan River, the scenery is better and not much more.

There is a wine trail in the flag pavilion that requires credit. It's colder in the evening. How to ban him? Drunk and in a hurry, I ride back and follow the car. I am old and gray-haired, and this is my life.

Jiang Shenzi (Heren Yun)

The remaining clouds and the sun are cloudy and clear. The mountains are bright at night. The creek crosses. The branches are unruly, and there is no sound of heartbreak. But the road under the Qingshan Mountains, with spring everywhere, is always passable.

The colorful pen was dedicated to Wucheng. Recall life. If it's love. Try to get the Lingcha, and ask Junping about the way back. The night is dark and cold under the flowers, and the color is heavy. I have to fight hard, and the jade mountain is leaning.

Liu Mo Ling (using Lu's affairs, sent Yushan Ling Lu Delong to return to Wuzhong as his relatives)

The wine group and the flower team climbed the short shaft. Who takes pity on the old mountain and returns to the dream? Thousands of miles of water shield soup. Then I went across the Songjiang River and checked the ducks that could speak well. Welcome old friends. I was drunk and pregnant with two oranges, and when I woke up, I fell into a golden circle.

I am very happy that Liu Lang is willing to listen to poems and books. Anyone who flirts with his uncle will always suppress Cao Liu. More importantly, the career of a monarch should live up to his lifelong learning. I feel sad and timid when I leave. After sending you home, I carefully wrote down the tea scriptures and cooked the fragrant snow.

Liu Mo Ling (reuse the previous rhyme)

Smiling upside down, the jade hairpin is broken. The sun has come and gone, but it's strange that the song is slippery. When a wandering child returns to his home, don't be upset with your neighbor. The water connects the mountains. Seeing you return home is like waking up from a drunken state or waking up from a dream.

Wu Nong on the river asked me and asked you to tell me one by one. Sitting as a guest, the wine is often empty, and the remaining wine is indebted to the pearls. The fishing rod is not steady in the hand, so I want to learn from Canglang. Who is timid when asked about sorrow? It is worthy of the willows, and the east wind blows first and the city is covered with snow.

Man Tingfang (and Hong Prime Minister Jing Bo Yun presented the scene to Lu Neihan)

Urgent music, long songs and slow dances, with ten kinds of palace eyebrows, unbearable red and purple , the wind and rain are coming at dawn. Only poplars and catkins are still filling the fragrant pond. The fermented wine is there, the green Qiu is cut quickly, and the ancient bronze Yi is inserted all over.

Who will take away the beauty of spring? Luan glue is hard to find, strings are broken and red silk is broken. I hate that peony is sick and it takes a long time to treat it. When I look for spring in my dream, I don't see it. My jejunum is broken, so how can I know about spring? Don't be melancholy, just chant a cup of wine and engrave a monument to the right army.

Man Ting Fang (reused rhyme from a trip to East Lake in Yuzhang)

Looking for spring outside the willows, I have a line about flowers, and the strange man is full of joy and eyebrows. "Yangchun" and "White Snow" are rare a cappella songs in ancient and modern times. I was an old guest of Jinluan, remembering the Phoenix and the Tianchi alone. Just wave the hair, and the sky will be happy, urging the Yi people above. |

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Only in the rivers and seas today, I am dreaming in the sky, and my tears are as clear as silk. Otherwise, treat the pain with wine and flowers. Tomorrow there will be great joy in the five lakes. Who knows when the boats are going. Xitang is nice. Let's get drunk and lean on the stick to read the Korean stele. ||

Partridge Sky (Ehu Temple Daozhong)

A couch in the Qingfeng Hall has a cool shadow. The trickling water echoes in the corridor. Thousands of clouds and wooden hooks are singing, and the wind in the ten-mile stream is blowing away the incense.

Catch the heavy rain and take advantage of the setting sun. The narrow road in the mountain garden turns faintly. On the tired journey, he was laughed at by passers-by, just because Lin Quan was busy.

Partridge Sky (Ode to Generations)

In the evening, the jackdaws are sad. The willow pond is fresh green but gentle. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.

My intestines are broken and my tears are hard to hold back. Acacia returns to the Little Red Building. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.

Partridge Sky (Ele Lake returns to the disease and begins)

Thousands of thousands of green bamboos grow on the daisies. After rain, the waves in East Lake increased again. Just because I bought a green mountain, I hate that I have so many gray hairs when I come back.

The brightly painted candles wash the golden lotus. The host dances and the guests sing together. When you are drunk, you only hate the lack of fun. You will not be sick when you wake up tomorrow.

Partridge Sky (giving away to others)

I sang till the end of Yangguan and my tears were still wet. There is nothing left to do but food and fame. The water floating in the sky brings endless trees, and the rain clouds bury half of the mountain.

There are thousands of hatreds now and in the past. Only separation and separation are joys and sorrows. The river head is not in a bad situation, and it would be difficult for others to travel on earth.

Partridge Sky (Poetry of Generations)

Pushing into the face to conquer the dust, the road is far away. The incense camp gradually became depleted. The mountains are countless, the surroundings are green, and the unknown flowers are especially delicate.

People are coming, horses are swaying. The flag crossed the Xiaohong Bridge again. There is a sentence of lovesickness left beside me, and I break the jasper tip of the chanting whip.

Partridge Sky (Ehu Gui's illness started)

It's cold as autumn in the Pillow Creek Hall. When the clouds are broken, the water will be collected later. The red lotuses lean against each other as if they were intoxicated, and the white bird is silent and worried about itself.

The book is aggressive and restful. Every hill and valley is also romantic. I don't know how much my physical strength has declined, but I feel too lazy to go upstairs.

Chou Nuer (Li Yi'an's body in Boshan Road)

Thousands of peaks and clouds rise, and a sudden rain falls. The sun is setting over the trees further away, how can the scenery create a picture? The green flag sells wine. There is no other world on the other side of the mountain. As long as the scenery is bright, there will be nothing to do this summer.

When I wake up from drunkenness in the afternoon, the pine windows and bamboo doors are filled with all kinds of charm. Wild birds fly in, and it’s normal leisure again. But I blame the white gull for looking at people and wanting to do so. The old allies are all here, but the new ones are here, so don’t say anything.

Die Lianhua (Send You's Brother)

Thirty thousand hectares of declining grass and setting sun. No matter where you are, there is a solitary shadow in the sky. How desolate it is, you must drink it. Pedestrians wake up toward the head of the river.

I will stay away less and look at my temples more. There are thousands of threads, not to mention the new disease. It’s not that divorce is difficult to deal with. He caused others to hate him.

Die Lianhua (rhymes with Yang Jiweng, the first sentence is in Chinese in Qiu Zongqing's book)

Check Shengge Duo's wine making. Butterfly West Garden, warm sun and bright flowers and willows. Drunk and sleeping in the east wind forever. I came to the small courtyard and joined hands again.

It’s a pity that the wind and rain are coming again. Gather your feelings and write poems. After Yangliu saw someone leaving. His waist has become thinner recently.

Die Lianhua (Drunk Books and Two Rock Waves under the Moon)

Nine Wan Fang Feilan Pei is beautiful. There is no one in the empty valley, and I feel sorry for myself. Bao Se Ling Ling's eternal tune. The Zhu silk string is broken and there are few close friends.

I am growing old as time goes by. Tingzhou is full of water, where can I find fragrant grass? The song that evokes the tiredness of Hunan has not ended yet. After the stone dragon dances, the pines are dawning.

Dielianhua (presented to Yang Jiweng as a servant at the banquet)

Xiao Xiaohua is only half a month old. The spring breeze blows, but fortunately no one can see me. Gangdao Shalang's low-fried noodles. When someone next to me catches a glimpse, I look forward to it.

I stayed with my female companion in Xichi last night. The willows are sleepy and the flowers are idle, and they say they will come back late. I am not used to urging guests to hold wine glasses. Before singing, I feel the branches of flowers trembling.

Ding Feng Bo (late spring blooms)

Spring feelings are as strong as wine in a few days. Flower arranging and horse riding are intoxicating for a thousand minutes. Old age and spring are like illness and wine. Only. Tea pot with fragrant seal script and small curtain.

The remaining flowers have been swept away by the wind yet to be determined. Don't regret it. When the flowers bloom, they need the spring breeze. Just ask who can see the return of spring. Feiyan. When you come, you will meet the sunset.

Linjiang Fairy (Exploring Plum Blossoms)

As I grow old, I am too lazy to cherish flowers, but I still love plum blossoms around Jiangcun. One branch breaks Yuxi spring first. No more fancy attitude, just full of snow spirit.

The beautiful scenery of the empty mountain meal left behind makes a fresh sentence for him. Bamboo roots and flowing water carry stream clouds. Drunk and confused, I can't remember the journey home at dusk.

Linjiang Immortal (I stayed drunk at Chongfu Temple, I sent you to my younger brother, and you will return drunk first)

Don’t play the jade flute to the empty mountain, so that you will be drunk and frightened.

The frosty moon in the fourth watch is too cold. Being turned upside down, the jade pot is full of ice.

There is no need to laugh at the water in the small continent, we love the mountains and forests. Still drunk tonight. Try to find the place where the chrysanthemum is left. Hou Yuanming is on the middle road.

Linjiang Immortal (using the previous rhyme again, sending You's younger brother back to Fuliang)

Zhongding Mountains and Forests are all dreams, and there is no surprise in the world of favors and disgrace. Just spend your life leisurely. The wine glass absorbs dew in autumn, and the poems cut ice at night.

Remember the stormy night with a small window and the passionate bed lights. Ask who will accompany you on your journey of thousands of miles. The eyebrows of the mountains at night are as green as the eyebrows, and the autumn water is as bright as a mirror.

Bodhisattvaman

Jia Xuan said to the children. Bring the lake to buy a new romance. Return early with a white head. The flowers have bloomed.

Fame and fame are all wrong. Don't even think about it. See Xiaoloudong. A good mountain weighs thousands.

Bodhisattva Man (Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi)

The clear river water under Yugu Terrace. Many pedestrians shed tears in the middle. To the northeast is Chang'an. Pity countless mountains.

The green mountains cannot cover it. After all the river flows away. Jiang Wan is worried about me. I heard partridges deep in the mountains.

Bodhisattva Man (Sending You's Brother Back to Fuliang)

The most ruthless person is Jiangtou Liu. Even if the long strip is folded, it still remains the same. Pinghu Lake in Konoha. Whether there is a book from Yanlai.

It’s okay to have no books. Who can make the wise words? When the wind and rain break your heart. The hills grow cinnamon branches.

Bodhisattva Man (The Pavilion of Appreciating Hearts is a poem by Prime Minister Ye)

The Qingshan Mountain is full of wisdom and wisdom. There are countless thousands of horses coming together. The mist and rain returned low. Hope it will never come.

People say that they have hair on their head. Always feel sad. Clap your hands and laugh at the sand gulls. My whole body is full of sorrow.

Bodhisattva Man (sitting with cherry in the middle)

Fragrant cheese glass bowl. Every year I get drunk and try new habits. What is better than the spring breeze. Her lips are a little red.

The world is over. Cuilong Mingguang Hall. Thousands of pieces are written lightly and evenly. Bow your head in shame of the savages.

Xihe (Send money to Zhonggeng from Jiangxi to Wuzhou)

The water of the Xijiang River. The Tao is the tears of people in the west wind. Ruthless but seeing off the passers-by, the moon shines thousands of miles away. From now on, the sun is leaning against the tall building, and the sad smoke is like a shepherd's purse.

It is difficult to meet you, but easy to say goodbye. The grass is unsatisfactory. For ten years, I have worn embroidered clothes and velvet velvet to grow peaches and plums. When I ask you, I am tired of Chengming. There are only a thousand riders on the Eastern drum.

I am more drunk on plum blossoms. It has the flavor of next year and Tiaoding. Old, sick, self-pitying and haggard. When you pass by my house, there will be a stranger asking you. Yuan Ming has not returned yet at the end of the year.

Magnolia Huaman (Zhang Zhonggu was presented to Shuai Xingyuan at the banquet)

Hanzhong opened the Han industry. I asked whether this place is right or wrong. I want to point my sword at the Three Qin Dynasties, and the king will be proud of it and return eastward after a battle. The pursuit of death is gone now, but the mountains and rivers are full of tears and stained clothes. The setting sun has not broken the dust, and the west wind is full of smoke.

The first book is the Imperial Master. A small trial to conquer the West. He left the feast hastily and hurried away, full of worries. You are thinking of me, looking back to the place where the autumn shadows of wild geese are flying over the river. And the four corners of the wheel are too small to reduce the waistline.

Magnolia flowers are slow (Chuzhou sends Fan Shu)

As I grow older, my affection diminishes, and I feel timid about farewell wine and the passage of time. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is very beautiful, but it doesn't shine brightly. I don't care about the ruthless water, I just wait to be sent back to the ship by the strong west wind. In the evening of autumn, on the Shumper River, my children were in front of the lamp late at night.

Recruiting shirts. Then you can go to heaven. The Jade Palace is thinking of virtuous people. I want to be clear in the middle of the night. Studying abroad looks at the grass, but sends you to the side. An old friend from Chang'an asked me, "The road is ordinary and the mud and wine remain the same." My eyes are broken and the geese are falling in the autumn sky, and the empty strings are ringing when I get drunk.

Chaozhongcuo

The green pods and marsh catkins are busy. The flowers are sweet and fragrant. Who knows where the strange spring will return?

The remaining clouds and rain are so interesting that I can only think about them. It's not that the warbler wakes up with the sound of a warbler, or crows in a dream to destroy the red makeup.

Chaozhongcuo (the younger brother of Chongfu Temple Daozhongguijiyou)

The basket ball broke through the heavy net. Jade flute and two red makeups. Everyone here is worried about drinking, and over there they are busy with poetry.

Don’t think about who you will get drunk for or who you will return to. The fence is down on the east side of Baishui, and the setting sun is about to cast down the cattle and sheep.

Zhu Yingtai Ling (Late Spring)

Baochai is divided and peach leaves are crossed. Smokey willows darken Nanpu. Afraid of going up stairs, where it will be windy and rainy nine times out of ten. Pieces of heartbroken pieces are red, and no one cares about them. Who calls the beauty, and the sound of the wandering oriole stays.

Looking at the temples. Try to use the flowers to tell your heart, and then the hairpin will be counted again. The lights in the tent are dim, and I am sobbing and talking in my sleep. It is he who brings sorrow when spring comes. Where does spring return? But I don't understand, and I will go home with sorrow.