Appreciation of Zhang Kejiu's Zhong Lu Shan Dao Ying Xian

Man-moon circle

Books in the mountains

The rise and fall of eternal dreams, poetic eyes tired of the world. Kong Mu, Wu Gong, Chu Temple West Western jackdaw. Several huts and thousands of books are invested in this ancient village. What happened in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine and spring water makes tea.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Lake in autumn

In front of Susong Xiaolou Road, the willows are still green. The original boat is always in the right place, rain or shine. Zhang leisurely, lonely grave plum shadow, half ridge pine sound. Old ape stays, Baiyun Cave, Hongye Mountain Pavilion.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Spring festival evening rhyme

The lush grass is in a mess, and I'm worried about the sunset. Don't drink short wine, draw a boat in Pinghu and enjoy the willows. A birdsong, a rainy night and a shareholder wind. Peach blossoms blow out, where is beauty, and the door is red.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Tiger hill in the middle reaches of snow

Plum blossoms are as muddy as real faces, leaving me to lean on. Snow and sunny weather, loose waist and fine jade, Joan Hinton eyes. The resentment of rise and fall, a mountain of loess, eternal green hills. The old monk was drunk together, but the remains of the tablet stopped beating, and the sword was ashamed to look straight.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Huiji nostalgia

Yunmen temple is deep in the forest, looking back at Ruoyuexi. Zhu Luo people go, Penglai Mountain is there, and the old tree is barren. Where is the fairy? Burn Dan by the well and try ink by the pool. Lotus is ten miles long, and the wind is clear and the moon is bright.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Ke cuihong

The sky under Sangao Temple is like a mirror, and the mountains are immersed in the air. Hans Zhang, Fan Li, a fishing boat, turtle Meng and a tea stove. Where is the old friend, where is the future, and who cares about whom. Huanghuayuan, the green light is rainy at the beginning of the night, and the white hair is autumn.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Wumen nostalgia

The mountain hides the white tiger and the cloud hides the temple, and the old plum branches on the pool. Dongting is back to prosperity, citrus mangroves, perch silver line. Baijiachi Pavilion, the flowers and plants of the Prince of Wu, looks like a poem. But jathyapple, a pity and singing bird, still hates beauty.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Spring L.

Dongfeng Xizi lakeside road, white hair is strong for spring. Teach teenagers, golden whip handsome shadow, Ropa incense dust. Donkeys break their hats, waste ponds and gardens, flowing water and idle clouds. I think about it when I'm bored. Swallows fly before the flowers, and the walls look good.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Spring L.

The small building was blocked by the green hills and cut off from Chu Tianyao. I fell asleep last night, and the man was like jade, so I couldn't blow. In front of the door in the morning and evening, there is a ruthless autumn moon and a spring tide. Look at that gaunt, flying, lingering eyebrow.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Songjiang meets snow (originally opened in Wusong River, changed from Taiping Yuefu)

Unfortunately, I haven't seen plum blossom noodles all winter. Dawn comes like a picture, the branches are covered with powder, and the old trees give birth to spring. In the mountains and Shang Gao lie down, loose the stove to make a fire, and the hut goes through the door. On the frozen river bank, jade dragons fell in rows.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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Ji Kun Yuan Zhitian Zen Master

Yuntun Temple on Longqiu Mountain, especially Gankun. The snow is half a foot deep and Mei is three points thin. When you get close, just let go to get water and knock at the door under the moon. Acacia helpless, smoke rose hole, dusk.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

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There is an intimate meeting on Sanqu Road.

The wind is ten miles from Yunmen Road, and you ride a broken hat and get drunk. Small bridge flowing water, residual plum falling snow, as clear as West Lake. Today, the staff are walking, the blue sky is the abode of fairies and immortals, and the white-haired woodcutter. Why don't you go home, under the censer peak? I love my family.

North Zone Lian Yue Fu Qian Ji Jin Yuefu

The last quarter of the Qin family

Immediately thought of Qin E.

Looking for fragrance. Going out is West Lake Road. Xihu road. Walking by the flowers, where ancient poems are written. Yangmeiwu under Ruizhi Peak. Look at the pine trees and rush home. Hurry home. Wu met somberly, and discussed the rain.

Su Causeway's Fishermen's Songs in Beiqu's Postscript to Yuefu

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Chunyun

Se is still timid and emaciated, unlike a youth traveler. Rushing around the world, looking in the mirror, turning white. This is a dream in spring. Ten years later, it is a bit poetic and sad. After the begonia blooms, the pear blossoms are raining and the swallows are empty.

Wu Jian, the sequel of Beiqu United Yuefu

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Mid-Autumn Festival calligraphy

The west wind blew away the clouds and flew out of the rotten silver plate. Children's voices are faint, fragrant lotus Ran Ran, and laurel shadows are round and round. Hong is far away, clothes are cold, and crane feathers are wide. Wen's hometown, Qiongtai night, people drive Qingluan.

Wu Jian, the sequel of Beiqu United Yuefu

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Zi' ang bachelor xiaojing

The west wind once put Bixi, and the moon was bright and the jade pot was autumn. Shallow water, old willow and seagulls. Hanlin's new painting "The Antique of Yunshan" makes me feel sad. The light smoke is muddy, and the temple is seven miles away.

Wu Jian, the sequel of Beiqu United Yuefu

Frost horn

That is, first frost, the sky, a small corner, eight scenic spots in Xin 'an, and Chunxiao.

The first day was very cold. Hai Xia shook the dawn. The mountains are picturesque, sunny and gloomy. Zhong Fang. Yunjingxiang. Taoist priests sleep on stone beds. Wake up the dream butterfly in the south, the warbler cries and the green voice cries.

Frost horn

Lian Xi wan du

Light smoke is slightly divided. When do you vote in Lin 'ao? Throughout the ages, Chengjiang has beautiful sentences and empty feelings. Who wants them? Patent water is white. Ships compete for passengers. After selling the wine, I went back to the firewood room, followed by Xu Xian's house.

Frost horn

Nanshan autumn scenery

The canopy is very elegant. Song Guirong of Xiangyang. Fight with your back to the night altar. Look straight, old man. The spirit of the earth has a clear landscape. These peaks are surrounded by green plants. Throughout the ages, Shenxian Mountain Road is full of gas fields, who is taller than Xu Xuan.

Frost horn

Sunset over the grave.

Twilight cicadas swallow. Some poplar leaves. Looking closely at Lan Yun's old seclusion, the temple remains the same, showing loyalty. Next knot. Bows and swords are redundant. The word "moss" has died out. Far away, the sun sets in the west, and what people see today is the ancient moon.

Frost horn

Shuixi misty rain

The sand is shallow and flat. A lonely boat grows up day by day. Light ink Xiaoxiang eight scenes, whoever moves, rich mountain city. Screen name. Sparse sound. Where to go at dusk, monk. Tomorrow, put on Feng Yun's coat, call Taibai and enjoy the new sunshine.

Frost horn

Fishing beam to send passengers

Spray and snowflake. The boat pavilion is cloudless. A cormorant is shining in the west, full of willow knots in Yan language. Say goodbye. Feel suffocated. The song beside the wine has never been sung. One day I will send a book to two carp, and I will go downstream and catch the moon.

Frost horn

Huangshan Xue Ji

The clouds opened the cave. Dance according to Princess Joan. Photos of 36 peaks, Zhang and icicles. A few strands. Green smoke gathers. Xiao makeup eyebrows are more Wu. A mountain is not white, but it is known as an alchemist.

Frost horn

Ziyang scholar

Louguan was stunned. Good mountains and green screens. Who teaches in the mountains? Mr Zhu and Mr Lu. Short. Snow house lamp. The sound of the night is ringing. Confucianism and Taoism are wonderful first, and immortals are civilized.

The above eight songs were also seen in the episode outside Beiqu United Yuefu. There is also a song "Appreciating Snow" quoted too frequently by Gusutai in the Episode, and another song was seen in Zhang Xiaoshan Yuefu, which was not recorded again.

Liuzhougetou

40,000 episodes of Zhejiang Tide Watching and Guan Bachelor.

What is a spiritual loach? It vomited a layer of yin into the sky. Talking and laughing, Zhejiang is vast and Haimen is deep. Harvesters, thunderbolts and axes, splitting Fairy Island, lifting the earth's axis, Feng Yi's home, huge caves are hard to find. Ten-mile red building shows the west wind, climb quickly. □□□□□□□□□□, hospitality lapel. Send komori fujinhu. Silver mouse in robes. Carrying jade birds. It's terrible. Happy little two steps on the waves, and the tail of the flag floats and sinks together. It is poured on Xu's soul, and it is frequently poured. Vaguely crossed the peak, stirring up the flowers and the waves in my heart. Love fishing, swimming in the snow, hitting the black sound. Go to Lin Qiu that month.

There is something wrong with the word case.

mallard

His horse reported a special envoy to Jun Lake.

Don't come. The green sound still sends acacia. Since then, Huangzhou people have gone, and they are too lazy to make up vermicelli. Cuiping is cold, autumn is ancient, and the shadow is light and fragrant. Butterflies hold sad fragrance, warblers sing songs of resentment, and residual red washes rouge. Who is more, to all of Kikumaru Eiji. Lonely narcissus temple. I'm so hairy that I'm too lazy to drag the branches. In the morning, the moon moves and the shadows are thin, and the jade feathers are poor at dusk. Seek cinnabar Han Shi to fall into the well, and find the ancient temple tablet to write poems. At the end of the year, the river was empty, and the children were hungry and thin, so they quickly gave up what they wanted. At four o'clock, fishing and singing are just like writing about Wu Si. Xianweng laughs, plum blossoms are folded, and the pole is noisy.

mallard

If there is snow on the lake, use this rhyme again.

When you win flowers. Think about the wind Tired of the red, green and tender spring scenery, lead flowers are only lightly applied. Wet, fuzzy, it is difficult to describe the shadow of the tree, white and awkward. The skirt was splashed with ice mud. The shoes turned pink, and the yarn washer was tired of washing rouge. When Qingshan was old, Dan moved to Yujing, where there was Gegong Temple. Broken bridge, diligent paddling, accidentally hitting Qiongzhi. Back then, Su Xiaoxiao and Xiao Luan had different qualities. Ziyun Niang, a double-song wine-offering, a young bird, catches a poem alone. The hall is empty, the orchestral strings make the market, and Lotte has a sentence to send. The view is not enough, and the curtains are rolled up for fear of rain. Who put the lion in his hand and gilded it?

Hundred words order

On the lake, Li irrigates.

The six bridges are picturesque, looking at Lu and Zhejiang in the distance, and people are upset. Who leaves the lotus, listens to the flowing water and goes to Qiu Lan to pick lotus boats. Cranes dance with the clouds, rainbows stop the rain, and a wisp of southern mountain fog. Cold and fragrant and green, tender and refreshing. I still remember the drunken flute player who had countless other feelings since he went to Su Lang. The moon is far away from the Temple of Heaven, and the bluebird speaks for others. Jade and clean chain, book folding, no acacia. On Pei Gongting, poetry is still nostalgic.

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Boating at the foot of Xiaojin Mountain, guests who have been to poetry in Dajiangdong are happy to give it away.

The sails are swaying, and I like the east wind and rain, and the autumn colors are new. Along the Yangtze River, there are mountains all over the sky. Floating Yushan is empty, Wu Tongren goes, and the fairy house is cold. Stop the boat and hold on to the ancient times. I still remember meeting Huan Lang, leaning against the railing and blowing bamboo poles in the residual photos of the back building. People who travel from south to north claim that old trees grow green willows. Tired guests can sing, lean on songs and make peace, and write canglang songs drunk. Where are you staying tonight? Find a place to stay under the Diaoyutai.

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Spring L.

Buckle and laugh, thinking about the interesting things of the year. Qu Yuan wrote poems, and people went far away without changing songs and dances. Seagulls occupy the cool waves, small trees where warblers nest, and Yuanyang Pu in boathouses. Draw a bridge to sparse willows, and the wind is not like Zhang Xu. In front of Sue, outside the sunset, has Gui Yan ever been here? Ancient wells, spring fragrance, autumn chrysanthemum cold, the immortal behind the slope is not so good. Looking at the sky, singing and drinking the moon, and crying at night. When the flute rang through the sky, the old crane flew away on his back.

Hundred words order

Give the bomb to black Zhang Wenxiu.

Qiu Si and his party remember the day Sun Deng was on the mountain. Who knows my clan, my father, my father, and my homemade golden drum? Barrel cut solitary hairpin, silk painted cocoon alone, and played pipa music. With a twist, the West Lake is not limited to nostalgia. Laughing at the golden harp for no reason, fifty strings, disturbing the spring clouds, ridiculous. Just like a noisy phoenix, it changes its kung fu feathers in one hand. Stunt, unique skill, like to meet a bosom friend. Lights and windows are facing the shadows, picking up all the cold rain for you.

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Huishan zhuoquan

Zhou smiled, this is the benefit of the three Wu, and heaven will take the monk. White lake ice spring, awake drunk eyes, cold light under the court. Clouds are wet and dry, trees are fragrant and pavilions, and Yu Ying is green. Leaning on flowers and sentences is insatiable all day long. The sound of the small bottle is loose. Don't cover Chai Men. The blue pearl buds of European cotton are better than flowers and spirits. Clear into the heart and spleen, the name is high and secret, and the tea classics are carefully ordered. Leave the topic on the stone. Where is the romantic Hung-chien?

Magnolia slowness

(The original name has not been adjusted, so it is added according to law).

And under the Sangao Temple, according to the ancient willow, cable canoe. They flew over the rainbow, greeted each other, drew snipes and worked in Sha Ou. Gaze. There are many green plants, small red curtains and a restaurant building. There is a bright moon in Suzhou. Take a break. Unlike a youth trip. Autumn has arrived in the temple. Remember Wuqi Xinqiao, the old city of oriole, and the white tiger and yellow autumn. Where is the beauty of romance, the distance and grass color distinguish Changzhou. If you don't go to Gusutai, the sunset will be infinitely poetic.

Magnolia slowness

For Yuefu Yang Xiaoying's "Spring Fu", the second sea millet bachelor rhyme.

Love gold clothes childe, partial, green Di Yang. I like light, I like early morning, it's charming. Be frightened out of my wits. Stepping through the shadow of flowers, dragging the sound, still in the west of the painting building. Xianke Ci adds music score, and beauty dreams of breaking Luo Wei. Pang's new topic of retirement. Same name as Ji. Laugh at the silver butterfly crossing the border, opposite Qingluan, and Yan Zi is land and water. Sadness. In my later years, I listened to oriole and summer wood in the shade. Why even Du Yu and Zhang Sheng came back?

Magnolia slowness

Wei Yan Huaigu

Smile at the bright moon and follow me to Yangzhou. Love a ten-mile bead curtain, a thousand glasses of wine, and a hundred feet of dangerous buildings. Romantic drumming in the sky, remembering dogwood and pouring chrysanthemum wine. The oriental Huai River is misty and the western sunset is leisurely. Cruise. On that day, the brocade sails closed. Liu Cui cable car dragon boat. But the old tree is chilling, the wild mouse in the deserted temple, and the idle gull in the ancient crossing. Shy. Beauty is like jade, and it is oral sex. You can't put money on the crane's back, you can wrap100000 on your head.

Magnolia slowness

Changshu xude landscape garden

Look at the outstanding cranberries, Du Ruo and orchids. Happy trees cover the clouds, the ground opens the bright moon, and bamboo becomes the wind. Throw a pole. Under the Diaoyutai, it looks like a painting boat and the beach in front of the rain pavilion. Dragon hanging in thousands of feet Gu Teng, crane sleeping in three rooms. Climb up. The danger is small and dry. Pine trees lean against the cold. And slowly search for poetry, forget to order wine, and be satisfied when you see the mountain. You forbid it. Purple hair is dizzy, clouds are blowing, and words are bright. It is said that the host can make friends with flowers and cannot be at leisure.

Magnolia slowness

Dehui Ji You Shu

There is a book to ask, forget it, if it is also western. I want to be intoxicated, but I feel trapped by wine and my heart is fascinated by flowers. Things. More than half a century has passed, and Yutang people have long been separated. The brocade tree warbler mocks the butterfly, and the emerald crane resents the ape. Sadness. The river is far away and the mountains are low. Meijia □ secluded. Xi Tao Gong has no money, Pu Gong doesn't drink, and Zhuangzi has no wife. Glass. Blue lake and autumn waters, a few fishing songs Su Causeway. White-haired veterans are here, and green hills come and go.

Magnolia slowness

Deqing county ai pu shan ting

Deep in the rock, there are layers of houses that cover the sky and the sun. I am wearing flowers happily, rolling curtains and watching the rain, leaning against the breeze. Linglong. Xia Yun, separated by a fence, dances independently. There are all kinds of orioles and gloomy trees. Yin Weng A day without poetry. Have a glass of wine and take your time. Rocky Ipomoea, bamboo shoots on sunny slopes, Wuqusong. The ancient lotus platform is straight up, leaning against the cold and screaming at the moon. Anyone who believes in boats will swim in Yuen Long.

Taichangyin

Yuefu Xiaoyun

Dissolve a piece of clothing. Just wait for spring. You are lazy and slow. I can only entertain myself in the mountains. Qing song suppresses jade, beautiful and green, and the slender moon reflects moths and eyebrows. Traveling and flying alone. Asking about rain and witchcraft is unknown.

Taichangyin

Huangshan west building

It often rains in autumn in Huangyan. Go upstairs and have a rest. The coolness forced the sheep skirt. More supplements, anvil sounds in your ears. Leng Xiang blows sweet-scented osmanthus, the dark buds open orange, the sun is bright, and the windows are warm. Mo thesis guest. Just sit and watch the clouds.

Taichangyin

Yongjia waweng chengnan gerocomium

The rain rang and the autumn rain was empty. People sit together in harmony. The door is covered with Penglai. Fear of guests, seek truth. The building is far away, the eyebrows are small and the trees are covered with moss. Don't write and leave. Look at the water, hibiscus is in full bloom.

Taichangyin

Gusutai sees snow.

Break the pond and wash the solidified fat with running water. Get up early and recite poems. Where to find beauty. Weeping willows and rustling temples. Silver spoon algae well, pink fragrant plum spectrum, ten thousand tiles jade uneven. A happy song. Richness, when the prince of Wu is here.

Wind blowing loose

On March 3, it happened in the western suburbs.

Zhao Zha talks about nothing. Red and black begonia branches. Who is that girl with a small bun? Go for an outing, March 3. A faint ginger blouse and a jade hairpin. Avoid people and hide the shrine. See the back lumbar branch. The Golden Whip is a passer-by, trying to look back and pull Shan Weng and homesickness into poetry. On that day, in Zhuluo village, there was a misunderstanding about beauty.

Wind blowing loose

Boating on the Blue Lake in the Spring Festival Evening, when it rains, Julie feels the abbot.

A small cave on the Lake Biyuan. People are in the water mirror palace. Don't worry about Yinger getting drunk with a pot, but the butterfly is stuck in the flowers and running back and forth. A soldier is stormy, and the mountains are full of grievances. Xianweng came to rest in the white clouds. Spring becomes empty. Fifth, correct the playboy dream. If the teacher is late, the boy will ring the bell. Tomorrow, the sound of the ferry will be cool, and the awning will be pushed in the green Yang Ying.

Wind blowing loose

Boating and enjoying the stream, Lu Xiyan stayed together, including Chen Bishan Danfang.

The good wind wrinkled the scales of Yulong. Singing in the snow. The southern Ming dynasty is ancient, and it is a poetic eye, and the boat is tied to the gull. I met Saixixi's son and stayed to visit the people of Daishan. A pot of spring on earth. Deep lock blue window cloud. Step by step to meet the fairy, small screen empty, wake up the soul of Mei. Listen to the rain again to lace, I don't know if it is knocking outside.

Wind blowing loose

The fishing singer in Su Causeway mistakenly divided the song into two parts, and there was only one part in the song. According to the four Yuefu poems in Tianyi Pavilion Hill, all of them are upper and lower chapters, which are classified as ci.

The mourning Zheng has thirteen strings. Flying geese are separated from autumn smoke. Holding a pot, climbing into the night is not only for my face, but also for my lingering. Xianke exquisite Yushu, beautiful narrow lock golden lotus. Langlang's new rain washed away the lake. Next to Xiaojing Sixth Bridge. The west wind is picturesque, and the yellow flowers have no money. Looking closely at Cornus officinalis's smile, Weng Jianshi looks just like that year.

Black paint crossbow

Fu is Yuefu Jiao, which rhymes with Feng Haisu.

Row a boat to Gaosha Station. Then I went to visit Main. There are two concerns about the elegance of Jinshan. Leaning against the west wind, you can't see the clouds, and you are too lazy to sing. Borrowing the ice string from the tail of Zhonglang, I remember that Lao Du once swam here.

Black paint crossbow

Don't be arrogant, rhyme with parrots.

I want to send it from Qin in January. Laugh that I am a village father who doesn't farm. If you wake up and sing wine, you will not be happy. Under the light, you are afraid of clouds and rain. Miss plum blossom, dream of lonely mountain, but also chase snow to Hongnan. In the village, there is a swallow and an warbler, looking at the place where I recognize the flag.

There was no crossbow with black paint in Song and Jin Dynasties, but Lu Zhi, a poet in Yuan Dynasty, wrote a crossbow with black paint, saying that he did not cut rhyme in Hetian. Tian Bufa, whose real name was once an ancient song of the government, can be seen that the black lacquer crossbow tune existed in the Northern Song Dynasty. It's a pity that Imada didn't cut down the original work. Maybe this song is taken from the folk and used in Yuanqu, and the melody becomes thinner when it is specially sung. These two songs recorded in "Tian Yi Ge Shan Yue Fu" belong to the category of ci, which can also prove that this song is originally a tune.

Quail day

Hezunshi former residence

Wanmu Sensen Xiuji Hall. The oriole is paired with the crane. Yanyun is blue and black, and the Jade Cave is full moon with osmanthus fragrance. Move the pen container and stroke the piano bed. Write poems to see the cloud water town. Only Huang Guan is old, and the sunset is empty.

Quail day

Ke Weiyang is Fu Ying, the king of Yuefu.

There is a small spring near the melon. Small fragrant flowers are flawless. The calyx of plum begins to blossom, but the bud of stone oak does not. Brush your eyebrows and pile crows on your temples. Why light makeup is still ahead. You should still remember the Tian Zi family in the place where Yugou Hongye wrote poems.

Quail day

Yi Yuefu Li Zhixiu

Five-color cheese in Xiu Jie Pear Garden. Ruiyun graceful, jade quality is uneven. Pei Huan shook the shadow of Xia Qing cave, and Fan Song wrote Ye Xiangxue's ci. Flower cocoa, willow branches. Farewell is like farewell to spring. Blow the moon, Yuan, and the herb gatherers come to send poems.

Quail day

Yuquanguan fish

Clear and bright, bright and moving, blue and empty. Looking at the poem in the mirror. □□□□□ Jade three three methods, Shuiyang Jinlin six fish. Red remains, white lotus. Try to dress up at the old monk's house. Fly over the West Lake in the middle of the night and catch dragons, bright moons and pearls.

Wu Fengqi

Kewujiang

The snow fishing pavilion is empty and old. Piccolo spring breeze, fish and children are very happy. In the blue mirror of Baishi Mountain. A pot of fragrant and warm tung flower water. Bobaihong can't afford it. Two Sha Ou, one after the other, the cold tail. Everyone envies the beauty of silver carp beside the wine. Dong Cao is homesick.

Wu Fengqi

Huishansi

Cangshan is squatting in your highness. Two dragons have beards, and Yun Qi is at the bottom of the stream. Short house, low temple and short plum. There are several old topics and places of interest today. The barge stone has dried up and once leaned on it. There is smoke and grass, and guests are happy to see them. There is a faint plantain flower in the bamboo. The old monk made his own tea.

Wu Fengqi

Tiantai Shiqiao

Ran Ran's light cloud follows the staff. Overlapping blue light, dark rain flowers. The big-eared monk Hu laughed with him. The moss on the stone is loose and gloomy. Pavilion angle jade Longquan two shares. Raise your hand over the water and smell the bell and drum as promised. Take a bath and sing a song in white. Climb the bodhi tree in the dead of night.

Wu Fengqi

Youyandang

Sleeves are very fashionable. The little voice is very relaxed, I am alone. There are 300 hectares of clear water and flowing clouds here. Longfei Bai crossed the blue sky. Leave bitter tea in the broken foot. Wild chrysanthemum flowers, still remember cinnabar well. Blow Yu Di, mountain Leng Yue is cold. The poet is at the top of the hibiscus.

Wu Fengqi

Wushan Zunshengta Temple

The tower is small, with Pingshan silver urn. The old woman is very diligent. She says she is friendly to tourists. Take the fire away and fill the green swamp with ashes. A broken flower hides two dragons' claws. Vines are squeezing the old hedge. The well collapsed, covered with moss, and the ground was covered with brambles. Hengtai was born with wooden rafters. There is no moon in Shahe, and it is freezing.

The last quarter of the Qin family

Xie Huiqing's Fu

Huaer can talk. A breeze vomited in my heart. My heart is vomiting. My sister, Qin. Lotus withered willow tired mandarin duck spectrum. Meet and sing for me. The golden thread swims in song month, and the rain is thin and the clouds are shallow.

The last quarter of the Qin family

Write out of inspiration

Shan Tong said. Remove the frost and fold the banana overnight. Banana discount. Plum blossoms are also in bloom, and the lake is full of snow. The ink broke the leaves of the poem. Yu Ying has lilac knots. Lilac knot. Patience and loneliness, mountains and bright moon.

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Feeling old and Li Gaizhi

Fang Ting drinks. The fairy curtain is asleep. Lanci once left the dogwood brocade. What a shame. Hongluan banquet smoke forest purple, soil peanut green. Recall.

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Chunsi

Hongyun island is yellow. Guan Qing is back in spring. Sorrow is woven. Delicate. Hate flowers and fill songs, and hate blowjobs. Cherish

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Thoughts of love

Jinchai shares. Yao Qin scored. Meet in heaven and earth. Dongfeng evil. The court is full of flowers, and the old love is scattered, and it is touching and thin. DOG.

Qingyu case

Chunsi

Liu is sleepy in spring. People are more haggard than when they were young. The pillow is fragrant, and the cold wind is half covered. The night is long and sleepless, and the day is high. Deep cover Pingshan Cui. You only sleep in spring. The man who says he is lovesick is taboo. Loose beads warm as jade on the arm. The money was shaken all over, and Paro was crushed. When are the peach blossoms and tears?

Huanxisha

I feel old

Jade sleeve breeze jade sheng. Holding Yao Zheng down with a skirt in the cool moonlight. If a teenager doesn't drink, it's love. Old eyes know who you are, and there is no reunion in the small building. The stone forest lies high, listening to the sound of pine.

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Sorrow of separation

Paro residual powder crying marks. In the distance, wet and cold clouds. Maple leaves are cold, reed flowers are snowing at night, and lonely geese are afraid of leaving the group. When I come back, I will sit alone on the silver raft, and Kim will be warmly treated. Music is ashamed, dancing clothes are hanging around, I don't miss you.

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You Jianhu

Beautiful women dance and compete in the lake. Autumn mirror cong chunhong. Here comes the wine boat, clear as a crystal palace after the rain. Luo Yu wrote new words on a single fan, striving to see the future. The chess on the stone is broken, the loose edge is broken, and the horse enters the firewood.

The above 42 words can be found in Zhang Xiaoshan Yuefu in Tianyi Pavilion.

Source:

Jin Yuan China Poetry Expo