Yang Wanli's Children's Poetry

Su Xinshi xugong branch

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

Lakeside temple at dawn

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Transparent small container

The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Liu Xin

Wicker brushed a hundred feet of silver pond. It was dark green with only light yellow.

Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow.

Zhao Jun complained that it rained after singing Lotus.

In the afternoon, I dreamed of the bottom of the boat, and the fragrance filled the West Lake.

The sound of heavy rain hitting the tent surprised the dream at first.

However, it is a pool that jumps in the rain, and the real beads are still together.

Gather into a nest of mercury, sparkling.

Early summer seclusion, nap.

Plums taste very sour, and after eating, the residual acid is still between the teeth; The banana is growing, and the green is against the screen.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

within walking distance

Before Ramadan, go to Wanhua Valley.

It's not that there is no moon in the house, there is Lin Xiuzhu.

It's thirteen nights now, and the moonlight is like jade.

This is not a miracle in Qiu Guang. See 15 or 16.

Crossing a Hundred Schools, Crossing Four Sexes (I)

Everything is quiet outside the city, so it's worth fishing in Hunan.

I also know that the fisherman went fishing in a hurry and turned over his spring shirt.

Crossing a Hundred Schools and Four Sexes (Part Two)

The flowers in the garden are all white and red.

Mo Wen's early travels were amazing, and wild incense came from all directions.

Crossing a Hundred Schools, Crossing Four Sexes (Part 3)

The spring before Liuzi Temple was broken, but the spring in Xinqing was particularly cold.

Hedging does not protect flowers, but only makes spider silk nets.

Through a hundred schools, four quatrains (4)

It's sunny and rainy, the roads are wet and dry, and the mountains are half light and half thick.

In the distant grass, you can see the back of the cow, and there are people in the new seedling.

Go back to leadership/leadership.

Nong's family is poor and complains of long hunger. Full of childishness. Sit in a bottle and don't save millet. By chance, Peng Ze lived in a community. Slippers for men and women. Jin Ge advised me to ask for a drink, but Huang Ju was disgusted and snubbed Dongli. Anyone can do it, back and forth. This old garden is half hazel. Yamada wants thistle. Mindfulness is both a service and a sorrow. Lonely and disappointed. Chasing behind and not listening to advice. I feel today, and I feel yesterday. The boat floated and broke through the sky. The wind is very good and scattered. Excuse me, the road ahead, the morning light is small, annoying. I am looking forward to Yu Heng's galloping. Welcome to all of Fei Jing. There are three ways to preserve pine chrysanthemums. I like young ones and bring them into the room. Have wine surplus, lead from thinking, court tree to send Yan Yi. Knees are easy to live with. South window is proud Smaller garden days are particularly interesting. Although Chai Men has been set up, it has been closed. Correcting the head from a distance and supporting it from a short-term perspective. What's the point of floating clouds? Birds fly when they are tired. The streamer will enter, and the solitary pine will caress it. Make friends and cut mountains and streams. The world is against me. What do you want from your comeback? Who do you want today? Relatives laugh, piano books sing, and no one knows. Goodbye, Xichun. Farmers want to carry cigarettes. I have something to tell Xichou. Let me take a boat and take the initiative. There are ups and downs and gentle ups and downs in the calendar, which are suitable for hills and valleys. Flowers and trees are thriving. The spring began to flow. When everything comes, don't laugh at me in this life. Geometric time in space. Do you want to stay? I have nothing to worry about. I can do whatever I want. In the middle of globalization, follow the trend and return to the end. Wealth is a crisis. Yun Xiang can't be expected. Take advantage of its beauty and wander around alone. Climbing alone in the water, Xiao Shu is more poetic. Besides Lotte knowing about life, I also raised questions.

Game pen

Wild chrysanthemums and wild moss each cast money, and golden verdigris competed for beauty;

God gives money to poor poets, only to buy sorrow and not to buy fields.

spring outing

I don't know if it will rain in spring, but it won't be bitter when spring comes.

I happened to go out this morning, and all the plum blossoms were in bloom.

Prelude to water melody

Yushu reflects the stage show, and the Jade Festival is new every year. Every September, for my mother's birthday. There are nine buds at the bottom of the river, and there are silver waves on the bottom of the sea, making a cup of spring. Pan-hedge chrysanthemum, longevity with lacquer garden Toona sinensis. Come to the west wind, blow the snow on your temples and burn incense clouds. Lang Jun walked into the play and welcomed Zhu Bi in. Look at the golden flower purple patent, put the two countries together, and the book is called Taitai. The star on the platform at three o'clock, a little old star.

Niannujiao

When I go home, there are three roads, enough to drag my shirt and sleeves. A title is clear, and there is no guardian in the prison. The Lord keeps the breeze, watches the bright moon and takes care of flowers, trees and willows. Climb a mountain near the water, write three poems and two poems. Don't say that you will ascend to heaven during the day, but don't praise the golden seal. Besides LuLing event, three idle life. Select soldiers, return them to farmers, and send them to Cheng Zheng for fasting. I'm only worried about getting drunk and killing people and drinking privately outside Jiangmen.

Summer quatrains

It is not only beautiful in spring and summer, but also a career to follow the flowers and plants.

Deer and onions have stripped off their slender stalks, and Jinfeng is still the smallest flower.

Zhao junfen

I heard pine branches pounce on deer. Know that Sha Ou left it. The children are not noisy. Afraid to scare him. Fly away suddenly. There is nowhere to fly. I ask for a rest. Report to Sha Ou.

Wulingchun

Because of more than ten summers, I don't crown Xiaguang. Tao is better than last year. Specially reduce happiness. The old dragon group has been given new troubles, and it is often cold. Skinny and sour. My son asked for peace.

Yang Postscript Collected by Jing Zhongyuan.

The crescent moon clouds hang down, and the north wind cracks the mountains and blows off the ears.

There are boats on the Yangtze River. It's snowy and cold all night, so I can't sleep.

The poem Weng Xiao's temples are fluffy, and the neck is slightly lifted.

At night, the snow has cleared up and the east is a little rosy.

The bough in Jiang Mei is a single tree, and the shed is cut into plum feet.

The old stems and new branches are purple and green, and the flowers are white jade and gold.

Snow-covered Xue Mei is playing against Xia Ming.

I wonder where Shi Weng got the frost saw, and whether Xue and Mei Zuo will go.

I'm afraid it's ice scissors, or WU GANG will repair the moon axe.

There is no root under the stem and no tip on the top, and Chen Mei is halfway up at a glance.

There is a cold wind in the eastern province, and the flower head snow has not been sold yet.

Shuyu pavilion

Yuquan, the root of the mountain, flew on its back, flying out of the top of the mountain but falling again.

Since Rufu Xie Shuanglian, there have been two branches of silver bowl chess.

Thunder startled Longbo's eyes, and snowflakes splashed on Chang 'e's clothes.

It is said that there are no new poems in Mochow Falls.

Cold food and rain and the sixteen quatrains of Sheren's tour of Tianzhu

The lake is full of spring scenery, so why cut it naively?

But grass is divided into boundaries, and weeping willows outside the grass belong to others!

It's sunny after the snow, all four mountains are green, and Dongshan is all white.

I only know how to look for beautiful scenery and forget the cold, my spring breeze in the sunset.

I love the snow behind Dongshan Mountain, and the soft red light surges in Yinshan Mountain.

Qin Yi goose

The new year is ahead of schedule. Spring came back ten days before it came. Spring is back. Plums fall like snow, and wild peaches are small. I don't care if spring makes me old. Just want to get drunk, want to get drunk. Fall in front of the flowers. Help your son go home and wake up at dawn.

After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, I cooked in the morning and painted the public store (1).

Mo Yan had no difficulty going down the mountain. He won people's love.

Politics enters the enclosure of thousands of mountains, and one mountain puts one mountain.

After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, I cooked in the morning and painted a public store (the second one).

The sound of the mountain north greeted you all the way, and the sound of the mountain south gave you away.

I also know it flows to Jinling. After Jinling, don't say a word.

After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, I cooked in the morning and painted a public store (the third one).

The back mountain pulls the water to the east, but the front mountain pulls it to Sila.

Tao is an asexual elf with a sharp voice, a slow voice and a sad voice.

After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, I cooked in the morning and painted a public store (the fourth one).

The side of Qianshan is seamless and the world is rugged.

I passed lianhua bridge yesterday and found the beginning of the stream.

After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, I cooked in the morning and painted the public store (the fifth one).

The sun shone high at the bottom of the valley and began to dim, and sapphire was still cold.

Talking to pedestrians about busy things, the golden rooster will sell silver saddles.

Song of new wine

Sour wine and soup are still delicious, but sweet wine and honey juice are not.

Surprisingly, I made two jars. There has been no Du Kang since I was born.

Cinnamon, bottomless,

This rice is not Yunnan rice, but Jianye water.

On the first day, I made several rounds, and I waited for people who were not familiar with wine.

Pueraria capsules are squeezed out. The old man took off his hat and tasted the new ones first.

The first worry is that the wine tastes like an official pot, and a cup goes to the outside world.

Suddenly, Susan Wang fell to the edge of the urn, only to feel that the sword cut his intestines.

The way to write wine is not Nong, but from Taixu.

Roll after roll of wine, sweet wine washed empty.

If drinkers want to taste Nong wine, they should first hold the hand of Tianhe Zhuoqu.

But I'm here to raise a glass to celebrate the victory, because I don't know.

Class examination, collection of Du Fu's poems and postscript to Du Fu, supervision of Xie Chayuan.

There are guests with beautiful words, and the day is five liters of rice in Taicang.

The west of Jinguan City was full of troubles and was too drunk to go home at night.

The green hills and the setting sun dye the rivers and lakes white, and they indulge in drinking and singing to enrich the golden halberd.

Words are not surprising and endless, and flowers and grass move.

You knock the needle as a hook, and I want to go to the East on a whim.

Patrol eaves rope * * * plum blossom smile, how also in yangzhou.

Old poems are muddy, butterflies fly and orioles fly.

When Wen Cai moved the Lord, she began to vent her anger like a thunderbolt.

Rise a few feet a night, oh, go to Dongting Lake to wash your feet and watch octagonal.

When the sun is shining, the immortal will get nine sticks.

Can't you see that Ling Du in the Western Han Dynasty is old? You can avoid it.

Writing like a god? You and Shandong Li,

What's the use of Confucianism for me? May you blow wild water and add gold cups,

I don't know how to fill the ditch if I starve to death. How not to drink makes you sad,

What's the use of fame? An ox can shake ten thousand heads, but it can't move mountains.

Smile the day before Dragon Boat Festival.

A little melon fragrance broke the drunken sleep and made his drinkers drool in vain.

How to lower the heart of a cow and turn it into a drooping jade lotus?

At first, I was glad that Guang Xiao would smile, but I was ashamed that I didn't smile at noon.

Suddenly, I spit out the golden cherry pit and the sound of withered leaves.

Minnong

Rice clouds are neither rainy nor yellow, and buckwheat flowers are frosted early.

I have been divided into years of hunger and disability, and I can grow up in the years!

After Gui was not in Shang Yuan, Yongzhou drank Zhao Dunli's bamboo pavilion at night and smelled the frog drunk.

Mao Ting gathers thousands of bamboos at night, and the first month is not full of high candles.

The host's wine list kept coming, and he suddenly fell into my drunken hometown.

Frogs in the grass suddenly appeared three or two, as if laughing at our drinking.

Be a frog, just listen to your own good news, there is no need to preach.

I still remember that we climbed the Shiwan Pavilion together, leaned against the railing and looked at the cold and green.

It's just that it's really cold and green now. We don't like not drinking bamboo.

Three Poems by Zhou Du Xie Tan

Pour a glass or two of beer before the ship door closes and opens.

No one looked at the wrinkled mountains, and they were all picked away by the sunset.

Mid-autumn moon long sentence

Xishan walked down the cinnabar pill and Dongshan flew to the golden plate.

The path rose from the blue sea to the blue sky, half wet with waves.

The first glow is faint and cold, and the moonlight is still light and heavy.

Huang Luo Tuan Fan has dark patterns, and the golden protrusions are double dragons and phoenixes.

In a blink of an eye, the center of the sky is facing the front, and the silver pheasant has turned yellow.

Dry Kun melts ice, and everything is just light.

I have loved the bright moon and the present all my life, and the ancients shared this addiction with me.

It was dark in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and it is white in the middle and autumn this year.

Mr. Wang has never been promoted, but recently he is afraid of getting sick and doesn't drink.

Wake up under the moon and scratch your head. Will next month be like tonight?

multiflora rose

Red and green have been dark for a long time, and the mountain flowers on the road are also rare.

Yuyu spring is fine, Yan Fei wild rose is thick.

red rose

Unrelated roses have the same name, and they are not spies with rose spectrum.

Leaves and branches are green, and one flower and two colors are light red and deep red.

Romantic love is different, so is rain and dew.

If there is no national fragrance, you can't accept it The poet smokes in the water.

The ancient body worship was transported to Huan, and the official department only called for worship.

Huang Gao, Minister of Zhongxing Music Collection, brother of Mr. Yan Zi.

From Yan Zi to Zigai to live, Hong Jun will become a spring in Hunan.

The romantic figures are all soldiers and plants, and the aroma permeates Orange Island and even the prison foot.

At that time, the guests were full and the moon was shining, full of green.

Jia Lei's son, Long Fengzhang, was superior to his room and rose to his hall.

Zhu Zanyu Festival spread all over the Southern Dynasties, and the brocade curtain pushed Wang Lang.

Make the stars shine next to the wings, and the scenery of Nanpu in Xishan will return.

Qu Nong has his own way of governing the country, but his sleeves are hidden in his hands.

The jade emperor told the canal to climb the temple gallery, but he was still holding the raft.

Savages are also eager for the same door, hanging clothes and lying under the forest for a long time.

The sick body only catches cigarettes, and the children are still tired.

The eldest son, the eldest son, the eldest son went to Lingling to write miscellaneous words.

A good official is easy to be busy, but a good person needs hard work when it is difficult to do it.

If you want to be a good official, you can't drill into books.

Use it wisely, and your heart will be cold after a thousand years.

If you want to be a good person, the boss is also horizontal.

Elected officials have nowhere to choose, but they are as young as heaven.

I'm 64 years old, and I'm old enough to be an official.

My ancestors are as cold as ice. I don't want you to be in a high position.

Do not love high positions, love high positions,

When the husband is old, he doesn't ask for an old position.

I'm ashamed to see the white-headed officer who was caught out.

Not good at learning sages, but have previous works such as chess manuals.

Speaking of national players, national players are even more important.

Zhao Jun's Resentment and Praise for "Lotus Rain Years: Song Dynasty"

Author: Yang Wanli-"Showing your resentment, singing lotus to the rain"

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In the afternoon, I dreamed of the bottom of the boat, and the fragrance filled the West Lake.

The sound of heavy rain and the sound of tents made the dream begin.

However, it is a pool that jumps in the rain, and the real beads are still together.

Gather into a nest of mercury and make a clear wave.

You Zuosi's Song of Eta Ursae Majoris

An old wild monk with a long history in Luantai fell ill a month ago after frost.

Files can't be thrown into the sea, with messy black flowers and clear eyes.

An old friend felt the same way, but he was very happy before knocking at the door.

Ten beads fell in the sleeve, and five colors of light shone on the window.

I said the wind came to the emperor, and I found a cloud in the retro temple.

Sitting on the court is better than killing time in the sun.

Huanhua Li Bingyun Rong, Xuancheng Fengyuan Needle.

Tian Yan has a chat test and Xijing bibliography is a game.

Han has a hollow reputation, and Shu has a sense of calligraphy.

How many frustrated people are there in the cold pavilion? I hate not to make dust.

Once it becomes the bottom of the holy pen, the light of Zhao Hui is called a canal.

I sew too much on the towel, but I won't copy filial piety by hand.

I once wrote about Han Shi, and then paid tribute to the sweat.

Taishi Building is accompanied by gulls and herons, and Jingxi River crosses under Lushan Mountain.

The red light and purple gas in the candle sky are a profound book.

Seven words and long sentences: respecting the temple punishment, Hu Yuanzhong is loyal to Guilin.

Jiangxi satrap said who was his son, only that there was something new in Jizhou.

The sun shines, scales move, powder falls into the clouds, and silver is rotten.

I have been familiar with eight cities and towns for three years and a thousand days in spring.

Don't you see that Jizhou is like a satrap, and the Egret River bottoms out in autumn.

Except for the five liters of rice in Taicang, no one sent it to the city.

Neighbors will sit up and take notice and become officials without entering the house.

Clear fame attacks people with frost and cold, and one night enters nine customs with the wind.

On the day of the Emperor, Guilin was 5,000 Li, like a rhinoceros in the sea.

Andrew's messengers are all like this. Gold is donated to the mountain beads and reaches the water.

But take Jizhou five marquis, one state takes thirty states.

Plum blossoms greet the Han Festival with a smile, and eight trees in Guilin blow mountains and snow.

Return the star to be a stage star, skip Lang Xing and Qing Yue.

Send a ride to welcome home after a long separation.

Send your family back to Myanmar to welcome the future of each family.

I don't know whether to go or stay.

Let's see, it's been ten years. Who said it was a good year?

I left Gao 'an to report to Sky Street.

Chinese and foreign reasons are difficult, and bones are entangled.

Roommates suddenly broke up, and the old feelings were not cherished.

When I entered Beijing, I was in a row, and I was very busy.

The wall house is in urgent need of completion and cannot be rushed.

Knowing the future is even harder.

Belong to the king, as cold as Jianghuai.

Wind and frost, Li, landscape recommendation, Xiao Huan.

After a few nights of grass in the Six Dynasties, there was more than enough to go.

The dream of children's books is extremely happy.

Although one euphoria is not true, it comforts the intestines nine times.

Guifan blows Huishan, which is a good news for Fu Jingya.

It is wrong to open the seal, and it is not good to travel.

Looking at the snow at the door of the boat, shouting a cup of polyester and lotus.

Wenying

After the rain, the mountains are clean and there are new sunny flowers.

Come through the rain and trees, and don't make any noise.

Therefore, if you want to stir up poetry, you should add friendship.

It's greener when you're surprised to fly and see the pain.

The last Yuan crossed Xu Xi at night.

Like the Lantern Festival, my feet hang down and the wind sweeps them away for me.

It's strange that the ground is so cold, the snow is everywhere and the peak is unknown.

Michelia leucocephala

Smoke and wind break Lan Lian, and flowers are still low.

I've never let my hair grow, and it smells all over the world.

Travel around Lushan Mountain to show the elder Wanshan's overall situation.

A little narrative on the shoulder, a geography book of ancient Qing Dynasty.

When I first wore a thousand pines, I suddenly rose to the cliff.

The scenery of the mountain is unknown, and the mountain is lost.

You can't ask questions, but you can understand them one by one.

What generation is five old, reaching the peak.

I dare to be weak this spring.

God-given five jade milk, and the canal for the food.

A deep and clear place to sleep, printed on a stone.

Escape from the goose pond, moss is stained with ink.

The crane sings in the blue sky, and the turtle worships Beidou.

There is no shallow affection between sages, and the moon pillow borrows the cloud mat.

Thousands of mountains open counties, making spring break the pearl wall.

The sick eyes are greedy and poor, and the toes are afraid of the calendar.

There are many handsome guys in the same trade, and they are half-Zen.

I'm here for almost a day off, which is beyond others' comparison.

Go back to the boat to carry Xiaoxing and look back at their memories.

Get up in early summer

Song Yang Wanli

Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

Chun Qing Huaiguyuan Begonia

Song Yang Wanli

Now my hometown is full of begonia, and I dream of entering the splendid heap in Jiangxi.

At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.

Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall.

But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.

Chun Qing Huaiguyuan Begonia

Song Yang Wanli

There are platforms and waterside pavilions in the bamboo forest here, with beautiful scenery and quiet environment. You don't need to follow, so it's good to walk here alone.

Early spring is warm, willow leaves sprout and dance in the wind, which is more charming; Flowers bloom in the sun, shadows dance and rise dimly.

After a rain-eroded garden, the road is cleaner and deeper; Birds just flying out of the nest are more cheerful, and crows crow one after another, which is sweet and entertaining.

The scenery here is very beautiful, but unfortunately there are few plump and beautiful begonia flowers; Begonia, a native of that hometown, lived two cold foods and disappeared.

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Song Yang Wanli

Why do guest stars make up for Han Zhongxing? There is a breeze as cold as ice.

Send my aunt to Ding Han early, where there is Yanling!

Yang Guo village

Song Yang Wanli

Both sides of the stone bridge are densely populated, and horses are like rivers, all over the village.

Liu Yang Yin Zhongxin Hotel, a small fishing boat under the grape trellis.

Red and white flowers are close to water, sky blue and yellow.

Zheng er's peace is still in the way. Why don't you work hard, back in the game?

The idea of sending land services

Song Yang Wanli

You live in eastern Zhejiang and I live in Jiangxi, adding a little silk to the mirror.

Flowers fall six times to sparse information, and the month is thousands of miles away.

Du Li should not turn over the whale sea, but should enjoy the phoenix gathering in Longtan.

Tao is Fan Chuan's frivolous killing, which makes thousands of families compare to thousands of poems.

Spring damage

Song Yang Wanli

It is expected that this spring will be full of joy, but it is still a waste of east wind.

If you don't get presbyopia every year, you won't get sick if you are anxious.

night breeze

Song Yang Wanli

The evening breeze is not allowed to distinguish the ripples, but it makes the heavy curtain fall to the ground.

The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes.

let

Yang Wanli

On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.

No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.

Four quatrains at the beginning of Huaihe River (3)

Yang Wanli

Ships on both sides of the strait are running backwards, drifting with the flow, and it is difficult to negotiate.

Only the Oulu in the sky can be seen freely, flying freely between the north and south shores.

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