Complete Tang Poetry Volume 67 1 (3)

No.671Volume _3 1 Other businesses staying in Zhao Guoqiang

Xishan County, Hou Bing, a snowstorm traveler. Forced to worry about the drums at night, rushed to the cold and held a soft towel.

The name of destroying Tibet is there, and the rate is good. In Xu Yuanzhi today, the wind is amiable.

Volume 67 1_32 Original by Tang Dynasty

The dangerous bridge crosses the ancient crossing, and the countryside is flat and forest. The wild owl is still in the cold pond, and the mountain bird is deeper than the tree.

Rain and wind, clouds and snow invade. Can you swim alone when the water is in front of the road?

The volume of 67 1_33 was given to the confidant of Tangtai Province.

I've heard a lot for a long time. I came to Pisces not far from Wan Li. The official road finally pushes the hub, and he is close to the book.

Just named Jia Taifu, literary Ma Xiangru. Wandering at sea, when is it suitable for me?

Volume 67 1_34 from Yan Qian in the Tang Dynasty

White hair three years in thousands of feet, youth forty. My teeth are shaky and my knees cramp like twins.

To be a strong official is not a person of an era, but a sage who is ignorant and cherishes the past. Seeing evil from the end, I have not endured it.

Volume 67 1_35 You Yangming Cave is the monarch of the Tang Dynasty.

I haven't explored the width of the cave, and people spread the spirit to lock the smoke. Chu Qinghe ordered a deer with a green edge,

If you want rain, the dragon will move to the dark pool. The sky in the northern half of the altar was silent, and the grass in Dongfeng Fairy Cave was everywhere.

I sympathize with Yin Sao. He is not a customs official. I still drive Lao Dan to Jiangnan.

Volume 67 1_36 Xinfengtang Yan Qian

There were more than a hundred people singing and dancing in Peizhong, and the emperor made great achievements in the alley. In the middle of the night, Su Ling first cried:

A single spark burned Qin. There are no three families, and chickens and dogs come back to know their neighbors.

I am disappointed that things are far away in front of my hometown, and there is dust in the morning breeze.

Volume 67 1_37 Baiyue Cemetery has an old Tang Yan Qian and Huaiyuan in Dingshui Temple.

Gong Yue has been like a flying fairy, and he still has a good cemetery. The old tree is deep in the lee,

Wild clouds divide the sky according to the sea The breeze meets the temple and the jade well tries.

I have known Yuan Gong for a long time, and my last words have been handed down.

Volume 67 1_38 Ren Qian's Works of Tang Dynasty

By the river, every autumn comes, and I will forget Dali's poems. To ask what rank Zi Shan is,

Just Dan tactic turned bleak, Jin Fanli once resigned, and Bai Shouyi didn't believe in the Party.

Eternal floating clouds return to thoughts, and the morning breeze is full of flowers.

Volume 67 1_39 Late Autumn Tour in Tang Dynasty

Before the sand goose flew to Danzhugang, the flowers were pointed and the pills were fat. Mountain clouds are thin and there is no rolling rain.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and people are returning. As long as new rice and new wine are used for companionship, there are still old moss rocks in the breeze.

The old story of an old friend is vaguely there, and the strange stone is scattered.

67 1_40 Volume for Chen Shaofu and Jian Qian

Huairen road, the clouds return to the sea, avoiding the customs and covering the mountains with deep grass. Everything is disappearing,

A year's empty white youth avatar. The mountain worms crow slowly from the shelf, and Huai Yan comes upstairs.

Recently, there is a new brew next door, and every poem is accompanied by a long stay.

Volume 67 1_4 1 passes under Wang Dao's tomb in Liang Qing Temple.

People are in the romantic corridor temple in Jiangzuo, and the abandoned tomb is adjacent to the Vatican Palace. For many years, sheep and tigers still slept on rocks.

Deusim's story only stores dust. The eternal Yunshan is the same as the bones, and the flowers and trees are young.

There is still sorrow under the tomb of Yongsi, and the cold wind blows the wild salary.

Volume 67 1_42 The Third Stream of Tang Dynasty

In December, the sun is shining in first frost, and the forest is sparse. Clouds of sand has a cold and fever.

No one in the pine house has heard of day chicken. A few clothes buried in the soil, singing and dancing drunk that year.

If I had known getting wet was a dream, I wouldn't have abandoned Yamada's spring rain plough.

Volume 67 1_43 Pujin River Pavilion and Tang Dynasty

Autumn rain is clear, the scenery is clear, and the morning pavilion is lush. Watching the smoke, gliding on the water,

On the day when the king took shelter from the rain. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely.

Nostalgia is sadder than farewell, and this kind of mourning is endless.

Volume 67 1_44 Tang is on Piling Road

It's only a hundred years clear, so I'm embarrassed to avoid soldiers this year. Fireworks, who banned cold food,

Hit the road after two o'clock. Grass and hemp waste edge gas, and grass and trees fight in spring.

Since ancient times, it is still the city of Talu.

Volume 67 1_45 Yuecheng Daidan Hall Yan Qian

The policy is to separate the bamboo poles, so who should I worry about? Hu Yan left Wan Li in cold weather.

When the moon sets, chickens crow four more. Look at the new names in people's history for the old colors.

There is a village in Baishi Village, Qingxi. Five-foot jet supports this life.

Volume 67 1_46 Above the Tomb of Mr. Tang Haoran

The world is full of fat eyebrows and sees grass. Travelers must dismount and cross.

Old friend, who will wrap the chicken? Mountain flowers are as silent as listening, and streams are merciless.

Buying a flat plate is better than gold, and it is famous for a hundred years.

Volume 67 1_47 for Meng Demao (Haoran Zi) Tang.

It snows in the rivers and seas, and the books are empty. People with sand gulls should laugh,

The wine-scented fish on board are getting fatter and fatter. The dust turned out to be a mistake, and the mountain forest regretted it for a year.

Throughout my life, I should be a master, with two generations of fame and poverty.

Volume 67 1_48 Qiujifengde Temple and Stone Against Tang Yongyue

The cold wind is light and round, and the tall building is at the top of the blue mountain. There is no doubt that there is no room for four inches of water.

If August is good, it will go to heaven. Dark stars are purple, and noise is blue smoke in the city.

At midnight, alone with the rock monk, the group moved and the world was silent.

Volume 67 1_49 Tang Yanqian of Changling

Chang 'an Gaoque settled Liu here, and there were only a lot of funerals. Feng Shang's former residence for no reason,

Opposite Peizhongyuan Temple is a barren hill. I heard that the Lord raised his hand three feet, only to see a fool steal a bad one.

A thousand-year-old pedant rides a thin horse, and Weicheng returns to the moon.

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When will it be worse to enter Xitongguan Road? Personnel changes over the years, the old have all gone to the temple.

Flowers dye from tears, and kwai pours out to serve the country. Longtan thousands of feet water is different from other deep feelings.