Li works

One,

Mr. 70 is very healthy, and good things often come to ask for birthday stamps.

But what is the use of the "great return" in the world to make the New Year's Eve full of beans?

Second,

A bowl of beans and a poem are quite easy to exchange.

If it tastes good, it will be cheaper to eat in a restaurant.

Third,

Every autumn, when you pick a basket full, you must teach it to cook badly.

You can put a dish in the pot, which is not as fragrant as Mr. Bean pod.

Fourth,

Good evening beans for the whole family, and the food is fat and sweet.

I remember Bai Zhai's poem: the garden is full of autumn colors, and the prosperity is over Nanzhuang.

Fourteen quatrains of Xiling

One,

In the evening, the bell of the Fifth Hall rang, and the female crown was still wearing the old palace skirt.

The sad words by the gourd well can only be heard by Dongzhou.

Second,

There is nothing wrong with the sand in Qiantang, and the waves in the mountains will set the mountain dry.

Mo Yan's white horse is slow, and there are doctors with heavy tides.

Third,

Spring geese still can't fly back, and the scenery of the two lakes always falls.

Gao Shi is from the north. Who is here today? Someone can climb Mount Los Angeles.

Fourth,

Three sets of afterglow still exist, opposite to Yuefen in the grave.

Since Cang Gong hid his bones, lakes and mountains are picturesque and divided into three parts.

Five,

In front of Sima grave, there are too many customers, and it is common for paper money to fly around.

Is it like crying for the visitors from Wenshan Mountain? There are only Party A and Party B in Xitai.

Six,

Huiji line is across the river, Hangzhou is a non-imperial state.

So Lao Mo talked for thousands of years and wuyue for several years.

Seven,

Several ships met on the lake, and the prime minister was half idle.

Tianjiao Autumn Valley gives birth to Yao grass, which is the first peak for grazing in Wu Shan.

Shanzaihang

Pick roses up the hill and make cocoons down the hill. Frost flies in the valley, and flowers lose their faces.

Crickets return to the field and the house. Autumn is touching. Where do I live?

Choose clothes at night, looking forward to Shu Tian. Obviously, the flowers are cold, and the candle is small.

When I am strong, I move easily. If you are ambitious for a long time, you will go too far.

The EU was chosen in the last quarter. I will never die, and I will revive the summer room.

In the first chapter of vice, Prince Zhong and Yang are invited.

I can't help crying when I think of Xitai, and the pliers head continues to ring south today.

At the beginning of the ice city, you go in first, and I will come back when the sword tree is still open.

Withered and weak, support the day and keep the morale, and frost and green scrape the grass to see the heart of the minister.

There are no paths between heavy springs. I'm looking ahead.

Tiewei

The iron fence is as heavy as a bone, and the whole country is Jingzi.

The wild side is short and brown, and the garden side is short and long.

On the third night, the grass bit itself and a leaf was drawing a weak sail.

What's wrong with trying to amuse the disabled? I make a new rice cup shirt every day.

Precautions:

Original preface: Wu Zichun, I was buried for sixty-three days until early autumn, and then I went to the county prison. I was released and I have to take care of myself for the rest of my life.

Night Crying at the Top of the Sea (four songs)

One,

I was shocked the day before yesterday, and Ye Li was anxious for a long time.

Fish sink into the building, and the catfish palace buries the national mourning.

The empty city is hazy and the old base falls into the stars.

Henghai is famous. When will the war start?

Second,

It is even more difficult to accept this day when the country breaks its tears.

Blood accumulation knows the dragon fight, and the adherents ask about the horse flow.

Gankun fanned the drum horn, and the wind and rain splashed the blade.

I can't breathe. What did Huang Guan vote for?

Third,

I'm really worried and in a daze when I come here.

It's very scary, and it's also expensive to set up a dumpling door.

The history of the country has been sent for thousands of years, and the minister's heart is one day.

Guan he is here, where can he be summoned?

Fourth,

Wandering in my life, I am lonely.

Jiang Feng urged the temples to snow, and wild meat burned the clothes cream.

The grass and trees are all soldiers, and relatives and friends are half the battlefield.

My heart still pity, tears in Nanyang.

Ai (four poems)

One,

After the night migration, I screamed at Jiangdong.

Wandering in clouds and feet, sitting on horseback.

It is not white when the haze is deep, and it is difficult for the fog to turn red.

Temple fire sees the sun and mourns the evening breeze.

Second,

It rains all night in Jianggan, where to welcome the dust.

Red fields are rich in black food, and green smoke is mixed with horse phosphorus.

The haunted house worries about the night, and the grass worries about the spring.

This day is lofty, and you should pity the three families.

Third,

See you in the villages, the clouds are getting darker and darker.

Fight for white grass, the old ghost loses its loose.

The drums in Sanjiang are constantly beating, and the smoke in August is hard to disappear.

Where is better to live in the mountains than to spend the Spring Festival in the house?

Fourth,

Chestnuts were frequently blown off, and it was ten days before I dared to go.

At the beginning of the lane, dogs barked and the city cheered a little.

The family was tired before moving, but they were shocked after the decision.

Peace is really popular, and it is easy to suppress firewood.

On the river

In the chaos, yeyu always cries, and the world is sad.

Never blow phosphorus fire and destroy the wall to be a skeleton.

Dreams are decided by recommendations, and economists oppose travel.

There are also rent collectors who often search from the White House.

Hard road

Stepping out of Zhejiang, the sour wind will shoot Fahua. I used to fight a boat here and drink horses in Xiling over there. Narrow lines hinder the expression of teeth, especially the bones of those who died that year. The copper stain is not long, and the sound of ghosts hitting the wall is still there. Did you find that the dragon migrated to Tian Heng Island at night, and the tide was less than the river?

When the guest travels at dusk, he returns to Guling. Spirit is destroyed for salary, and thyme is fragrant. A stone man rests on a stone horse, but a fish loses its light. If the bear doesn't keep it, the cave fox will discuss it with him. Since the emperor fell from power, the local flowers have shed tears. The hunter found the big deer, and the small card under the corner hid the words. Who knows what happened when the year of deer release was written in the Han tomb?

{Wind Train} The wind blows away the cloudy fog, and ten miles across the pond opens the stone road. At that time, the clouds were guarding the seawall, and the vast sea eye of loess dried up. People on the embankment learn to plant mulberry, but the old man is ignorant and angry. Pigeons complain that birds have to stretch for a while, and the grass is not as good as the bonfire trees in the palace. Ma Guxiao Wang, shallow Penglai once again. The land and sea on the earth are also easy to move, and I am very comfortable with the HarmonyOS system.

Qiuhuai

The heart is sad in the fourth order, and autumn cannot last long. It's hard to say when climbing a mountain, and the Central Plains is rushing. Kneeling to the west, the tomb is dark and gray. After reading the Six Classics, I am afraid I have long been abandoned. The night returns to the moon, and if the wood should look. Pei returned to the empty lane, and the valley was full of laundry baskets. Looking back on this sentence, the country has been domineering for a long time. I have heard of Gefu, and I mourn for my king. Thin chest near Zhejiang water, I am full of tears.

The maple is wrapped in Jiangpu, and the legacy is autumn. You can't sue the past, but you still want to talk. Rivers and mountains are broken, and the eyes know. There are clouds coming, and the longer they look at me, the better. Thousands of spring rocks and springs, broken sluices and disappearing streams. Jiangnan's war against Xie Wang was a conspiracy of rats. Pass on the secret service from afar, and leave evil in chaos. Old Beijing did not repeat itself, and morale was low. Where are the flowers today? The Six Dynasties were mixed with pine trees. Invisible dare not cry, Chai Men feet.

South of Baiyun Mountain, a giant for thousands of years. If the edge of the old vine is bright, it will be covered in the autumn. Collapse and peel the ravine, and thirst sinks into it. I've reached the top, and I'm going to meet the birds. According to Fupenz's memory, the beak became shorter after three years. The snow is still wet, which is a great loss for Lampe. You mean look at the dangerous rocks and then at the world? Stretch your neck and start singing. Trees help keep quiet. Cloud black ancient Xiling, looking east, crying and worshiping. Zhu Gui returned at dusk and turned off the water all the way.

Shanlou

Sitting on the mountain all day, I don't know how wet it is. Don't stand aloof on the road show before Taibai stands in front of me. When the clouds are light, they will return, and the two mountains will begin to receive mail. Qiu Guang has no fixed volume, and its pitch is not as good as everyone's. Follow birds and forest smoke. Cold blue scattered in the suburbs, quiet for a long time, accompanied by vomiting. Ten miles of firewood, the residue is not exhausted.

The mountain has lost its way (after leaving Wushi Mountain, I plan to go to Changgang. I accidentally lost my way and fell into a thorn. Bamboo leaves stung my eyebrows, and the gap was discontinuous. The fellow travelers only walked three miles with their eyes closed before coming out. )

Accustomed to eccentricity, tired of dullness, confusion and confusion. I refuse to go back, but I am determined to go. A little progress is lawless, and bamboo leaves are bigger than palms. The gap touches the petal cloud, and the foot of the sun stays in the ground. Depends on the body? amp#93; It's loose, and I feel comfortable gradually. Two sleeves are fighting for wings, and thorns are used first. The tour guide didn't know who it was, so he stumbled along with his hind toes. Man and beast are silent, and the smell is broken. Fortunately, Li San came out of the bushes. His eyes were very long. After he came out of the bush, he chose a stone and sat together. Scholars can go in once they have determined the color and spirit of their generation, because they use bamboo as a stick and give everyone a stalk. )

When you are out of danger, you look forward to it. A nap is like this for Gu Song. I am ashamed to say that I am tired, and I will fall behind my servant in the end. Mountain people have strong fingers and claws, and bamboo and other leeks are clumsy. I appreciate your kindness. Suddenly, if you are in danger, you will get a strange friend. Mandrill dare not fight, but fight for insects in the empty pool. If the wings and feet are getting lighter, the shadow will follow the lonely cloud. It's called Erziyun and Tengyue.

Twenty Li from Dasongling to Fuquan House

Give up the boat and climb the firewood path, and the sunny scenery will not hurt. After trying again and again, you will be surprised and miserable.

The cliff collapses and the cloud roots are exposed, and the Changfeng is more greedy. The mountains and the bushes are already tall. After the rain, my feet suddenly stepped on the ground and the weather changed. You are still tired, not to mention those who are tired.

The first abuse is riding a car with great strength. After a slight gap, Lin Ao was suddenly enlightened. The old pine is squashed, and the rock and soil draw spring hair. Brahma monks live in seclusion, and people and dragons live in the same nest.

Get angry when you get started. Bean sprouts are in the mountains. It is a shame to stand here, but it is a mockery to apes and birds. Why don't I go and live in Fujie.

Climb to the surface of the sea

The wind blew on the guests and ruined my health. Open your eyes and see the new world. Everything tends to get better before the sea falls. In troubled times, the ox squats for three inches.

The space has accumulated for a long time, but it is still muddy. The sun turns day and night, pushing the stars. The Yangtze River floats on the plain, and the huge lake is full of basins. Be careful of the rivers, and the east will serve the supreme.

But looking at the three holy mountains, I lost my gold and silver. If you want to put on the clothes of the East Emperor, you must hang down your beard and brush it for the little minister. Wuyang suddenly fell, and Zhu Bird came. Live a quiet life and recruit ancient souls one by one.

When you are in the same room, you will make a fuss and cry. Talk in five days, you should not smell it on the ground.

Comfort the public at night, and listen to the old monk say that Dalong Waterfall is the only one who speaks his language.

The two mountains are opposite, and the body is concave. Anger to the end, don't want to knock. The waterfall falls from the top and hangs on the wall. Surprise suddenly blows, left knot or right knot.

Anxiety is wrapped in a thousand beads, and disease is a thousand snows. If you touch a rock, you will fall down again and again. The wind blew back and turned around, and the ball was not broken. When the stone rang again, the fragments began to float.

Fengbo was so busy that Lei Jun kept shouting. Larks don't stop, today is a mess. Comfort the public and talk to me, and accompany the old monk at night. When I heard about Dalong Waterfall, I began to call it magic.

If you are in it, you will scream and your soul will shake. Feet don't close, eyes blink. I began to sigh that the world is very strange, and heaven and earth are connected. Since the old monk was kind, he comforted the public tongue.

Comfort the public, be easy to talk and write. The mountain gods are the farthest, and the monks and Cibo. Please talk more about Kuang Lu and the sound of three falling springs.

Xuchaohang

In August, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the Xujiang River is piled up like a mountain. Wu Xiang can't touch Yang Wei, and Qin Huang should wander in the air. Thunder drives snow to embrace Hong Tao, and North and South confront each other.

The white horse is suspected of running in the shadow, and the car is hidden in the sound. Man Zi's weapon didn't float, and the eagle still spits the rainbow. The wild elk entered the tea garden, and the creeping weed whirled into the Zhurjian Palace.

Wu Wu's subjugation and hegemony need a degree, and it is difficult to be angry with his unique spirit. Surges are often sad, and the waves are concerned about the sky. Xu Jiangtao is so dangerous that he is too lazy to sink the iron lock into the bottom of the river.

Who teaches water by drinking horses, who controls strings to make the marquis of Yang migrate. I'm worried that the giant valley will be filled with surplus and the jingwei stone, and the dynasty will dry up and ebb. Lanting held holly branches at night and burst into tears.

Dujuanhang

The spring breeze is long, the grass is green, and the solo exhibition on the stage hurts the eyes of spring. Say goodbye to the first Shu string and return to Wushan song. Wushan is far away from Wan Li, complaining that birds crack their ears.

But knowing that today's turtle spirit is respected, I still miss the old emperor at that time. When the silkworm colony was founded, smoke floated out of the city wall. The red chamber is craggy and invisible, and the golden goose is at a loss.

The rise and fall of the old country is not plural, and there is no compensation for the call in the middle of the night. There is more blood in the north, and it is more bitter to hang. There is a metabolic moment in the world, when the Han Dynasty was buried in the tomb of the Tang Dynasty.

The swan goose finally returns according to the age, and the mountains and rivers are difficult to promote people's return. The good birds on the river head suppress He Ren, and the thousand-year etiquette is courtier. I would like to feed the seeds in the sky, and the pavilion is the nest to serve the king.

Jiukegui

I've been a guest for twenty years, but I don't know how to remember my old friends. I changed my mind last night and came to the sideline. Recalling the past, there are thousands of households in the east of the city, and there are floating beams and rivers at the mouth of the city.

If the fish is collected from the customs, the ship will be semi-moored, and it will be newly estimated. In front of the temple, golden mud is all over the city, and ancient peach blossoms are full of eyebrows. It's easy to move to Guling today, and Little Square is as rough as grass.

A person in an empty lane, suspicious during the day, worried about the loss of his wife. The yellow door was opened first. The veteran lay on his back and claimed to be the master. I have a relative in an ancient grave outside Guo. Poplar fell an axe.

For a long time, if a guest is homeless and wants to go, the child will first worry about his father. Floating leaves miss their roots all their lives, but they are bitter and beneficial. When do you really want to wash your nails and do your best to let the refugees return to their homeland?

The song of guarding the tomb is written for Mr. Jiang.

I want to quench my thirst, and I will announce the old things at the table. Twenty-four qi falsely accused the righteous, and the first one held the chief handle to cover the sky. Laiyang Jianggong was in Huangmen, and he felt loyal to the monarch all his life. In extreme cases, the Prime Minister is really powerful, so officials should be angry. Anger is not heavy, but my heart is slightly moved. And replace the European knife with a red stick, so that people will not be thrown into the urn. The holy court listened to the advice and sat and watched the thunder. Tianwei drove Chen Zizhuang away, and Sean called Huang Daozhou. I resigned in tears, counting forty days in Xuancheng. Suddenly the dragon was sent to heaven, and the ring was still hanging. I have broken my eyes. Looking at the clouds, I have been holding Wu. There is no golden rooster in today's world, and it is unforgivable to go to Bo Huang. Old Nestinamo, a dangerous bird *> I can't rush home. The old museum is just looking for a high-tech exchange, and the residual life is still straight. In the past 30 years, there have been countless tears, and the white-haired green hills remain unchanged. The body was only buried in Jingting Mountain, and all the Han ministers died in guarding the tomb. You don't see the first emperor fighting the sword, and I hold the Qin bow to serve. Dongtai wrote to students, Xuanzhou veterans killed thieves. In front of Nianzutang, different grass grows and pine ridge is covered with autumn phosphorus. Please write to the rock-socketed area with your lonely minister.

Song of Huangmen in Caoxi (Remember to bury Shi Yang's funeral)

The bronze man has a tearful bird's eye view, and the Han Xiandi sleeps in the temple. Ling Du was in a mess, and Liu Lang looked at the sword in the autumn wind. The Zhao family's grievances gather in a bottle tower, and the sky is overcast with horses and cattle. Some people hold holly in the dark and windy months. At this time, ghosts are fierce, forcing you to go to Artemisia. Only crying from the wild, who knows the righteousness of the side flow. The marrow of righteousness is green for thousands of years, and the mountain stork whimpers according to the eye spring. Every family's bones are moist and muddy, and there is no cold food in a few messy manuscripts. Yumenyi's husband is willing to send ten remittances. Only birds can live in trees, but foxes can't walk in fields. I don't even remember the official rank of the tombstone. The small tombstone only has one word. This spring, there was a sword in front of the monument, and no one dismounted and cried. Andrew burned thousands of piles and covered the bones of the righteous in the world. Thousands of bowls of porridge are made of paper, and soil flowers are blooming all over the platform. The flag of God fluttered like rain, and at night, I heard the voice of the public. I am deeply grateful to Zhang Rong for holding the hearse.

establishment and reign of a kingdom

Hua Han was born in autumn, bare and lonely.

Clouds chase birds in the sky, and people always look at them in the night.

The vegetation is frosty and the river is normally closed.

That's like fading your temples, and your tears are new.

all one's life

A lifetime of generous tears, one more autumn rain.

Sad dragon flute on the island, old heron in Jiangdong.

A drought flows through the year and sends mountains and rivers in a short time.

Looking at the endless waiting in the wild, who played a grand song.

Zhongzhong

People are often silent and consciously do not kiss.

Vegetation adds new tears, and Jiangshan hates old people.

The name should change with the times, and the poem is still angry.

Still sitting on an empty bed, low back.

Huai Qiyong

Chickens crow everywhere, and strange people are north and south.

Rename Wu Shike and make friends with Fuling people.

The old house is green and flat, and Huangshi God is deserted.

Gan Kun wears armor, when can he really hold his hand?

Go out to meet friends.

I don't know yet, just waiting for Chai Men.

The sleeve is covered with the word "Year", which makes the heart more strange.

Smoke rises in Baigang, and maple fire turns red in the village.

After all, the geese flying in the south can't remember them.

Answer to Ding Si, Chang Xia and Deng Songshi.

He Jian ancestral hall, come and sing more often.

Wild flowers shine red on the road and spring water is green.

The adherents of the drum horn gather together, and the celebrities of Jiangshan have passed.

Without words, it will be easy, and it will take a thousand years to listen to sad songs.

Avoid the world with you and read mulberry fields with your eyes.

Tears fell on the stage, and the book was closed for the year.

Flowers inquire about Lan Lifa, and the moon recalls Jianhu Circle.

You must go back to the river to find a ship reciting history.

Monk Vonda Tang Xiao

In the third spring of medicine, grass grew in the alley.

I am ashamed to waste my studies when I am old, and I am afraid of being famous.

The stick is set high, and the warbler flowers are old.

Therefore, whoever asks questions will consider opening Chai Jing.

Gao Ping

Several empty cities were cornered at dusk, urging them to open temporarily.

The river kept thundering and the setting sun shone obliquely.

Sanqiu, who has short hair, often looks at the sky, so an old friend came to the stage thousands of miles away.

The war was closed before the frost, and Gao Yan did not return.

Crying Mr. Lu' an

Lan Xiang in the south is not resurrected, and it is a high surname to die on earth.

Alas, the words were left in the grave, and there was no sound when I went on stage.

A thousand maple leaves have white hair when they are cold, and a hundred birds leave a pale ghost when they are sad.

No matter who is safe this day, heaven and earth are frozen in the old flute.

Friends searched for Dongsha's legacy and wrote poems.

The sound of swallowing porridge goes against dusk, and the grass covers the night. After a painstaking recitation, I was discussing the early biography of the Prime Minister. In a word, the public competes for the grandson, and the nine chapters lead you to sow Lingfen. Friendship always gives way to you.

When the river closes during the day, I can see the tears on my clothes at the end of the day. Empty bosom east county Lord resentment, want to find the west station so a few guests. The horse cross guards the tomb, and a roll is absolutely glorious. By listening to what happened in the past few years, it is beneficial to sigh the years on earth.

In Spring Day Collection, South Lake Grand View Old Man, and Happy Autumn Shed Man, there are three sub-rhymes that were recruited into society in the early days.

Fish drums are ringing in the new Jishan Hall, and sticks and quinoa meet in Nancheng. When you are old, you can look for medicine outside, and when you are old, you can wash your soldiers. Wheat porridge is served in the kitchen, and pear blossoms force spring photos. Xiangyang biography should be divided into times, starting with the source of princes.

In spring, birds sing on Lake Yu Yan and weeping willows float on the river for a few days. Looking at Yu Heng's return to Ling Tao, after the war, mountains and rivers passed the infantry. The ancient temple was paved with porcelain to find a secluded place, so people gathered in the clear sky with leeks. The legacy of Yizhou still exists today, focusing on invention.