Su Shi’s life, experiences and poems

Qijue·Spring Night

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

The sound of singing in the pavilion is soft, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard.

Ci·Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia for the past in Chibi

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are exhausted. A man of the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks and clouds collapsed, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time!

I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with a majestic appearance, a feather fan and a turban, and while talking and laughing, the oars and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, a bottle returns the moonlight over the river.

Qijue·Shangyuan Banquet

The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down the incense from the imperial furnace.

The courtiers stand in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor.

Qijue·Flower Shadow

One after another on the Yaotai, I called the boy several times but couldn't leave.

It was just taken away by the sun, but it taught the bright moon to see the future.

Wujue · Poem of Staying New Year's Eve

Children will not eat if they are forced to stay together, but they should cheer for each other. Do not crow in the early morning when the rooster crows, and be afraid of the more trouble.

Qilu·Hezi nostalgic from Mianchi

Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush.

Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.

The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built, and there is no reason to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken.

Do you still remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped and the donkeys neighed.

Qilu·Dan'er

Thunderbolt collects its power, the evening rain opens, and I rely on Cui Wei alone on the railing.

The sky is filled with neon clouds, and the happy wind is rising from the sea.

The wild old man has already sung the words of a prosperous year, and he wants to banish the ministers after removing the books.

Dongpo is old and well-fed in his remaining years. One place can save everything.

Qilu·Crossing the sea on the night of June 20th

As I watch the third watch, the bitter rain ends and the wind clears up.

Who embellishes the scattered clouds and the bright moon, making the sky and sea clear in color.

In the spare time, Lu Sou took advantage of his thoughts and had a rough idea of ??the music played in Xuanyuan.

I don’t hate the nine deaths in the Southern Wilderness. I am here to travel through the wonders of my life.

Qijue·Huichong Spring River Evening Scene

Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

The ground is full of artemisia and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.

Qi Jue·Mid-Autumn Moon

The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

Qijue·Drinking on the lake, it is clear at first and then it rains

The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

Qijue·Gift to Liu Jingwen

The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.

You must remember that the best times of the year are orange and green.

Ci·Bu Shuanzi

The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon breaks one's initial tranquility.

Who sees a lonely person walking around alone?

The misty and solitary shadow.

When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred.

Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on them,

The lonely sandbank is cold.

Ci·Picking Mulberries

Sentimental but still sick.

In the multi-view building, meeting each other over wine,

The joy will be gone with a smile.

Stop the cup and listen to the pipa.

Twisting gently and disturbing, the drunken face melts into spring,

The river and sky are slanted with a touch of red.

Two poems from Chengmaiyi Tongchao Pavilion

I want to live in Nanhai Village for the rest of my life, and the emperor sent Wu Yang to summon my soul[1].

The sky is low and the magpies are nowhere to be found, but the green mountains are the Central Plains.

Ci·Ding Fengbo

On March 7, it rained on Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I wrote this word.

Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.

The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.

The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.

Looking back at the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine.

Ci·Ding Fengbo

I often envy the jade man in the world,

The heaven should beg for the sweet lady.

I compose a clear song to spread my wisdom.

The wind blows, and the snow flies over the sea and becomes cool.

After returning from thousands of miles away, the years are getting shorter and shorter.

Smiling still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms.

How about Lingnan?

But he said: This place of peace of mind is my hometown.

Ci·Dongxiange

Icy muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free.

The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows.

The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people.

People are not sleeping, leaning on pillows and hairpins with messy hair.

Getting up and holding hands, there is no sound in the courtyard.

Every now and then I see sparse stars crossing the river.

How is the night? It's three o'clock in the night.

The golden waves are light and the jade rope turns low.

But when will the west wind come?

I don’t want to secretly change things in the fleeting years.

Ci·Dongxiange

As the weather in the south of the Yangtze River ends,

after the early plum blossoms bloom,

the new year and the weeping willows are distributed.

The slender waist has its own style and style,

It is still more elegant and elegant.

On the bank of Yongfengfang,

There is no one around at all.

Who has seen the golden silk painting?

When the broken heart is caused by flying catkins,

the green leaves become cloudy,

if there is nothing to do, one will lose weight.

Don’t let the east wind chase you,

it will blow away the spring wrinkles between your eyebrows.

Words·Congratulations to the Bridegroom

The milk swallows fly into the beautiful house.

No one is around, the shade of the trees turns to noon,

It’s cool in the evening and you take a new bath.

The raw silk and white round fan is made by hand.

The fan hand looks like jade for a moment.

Gradually sleepy and lean, sleep alone and become mature.

Who will promote the embroidery industry outside the curtain?

It is useless to teach people to dream about Yaotai music.

But again,

The wind knocks the bamboo.

The pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning.

When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

Look carefully at the beautiful branch,

A thousand-weighted heart is like a bundle.

I am afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind.

If I wait for you to come here,

I can’t bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers.

***Pink tears,

Two rustles.

Ci·Huanxi Sha

The layers of hemp leaves are shining, and the aroma of someone cooking cocoons makes the whole village fragrant.

The lady whispering coquettishly across the fence.

The hanging white stick quinoa raises the drunken eyes, and the green quinoa is pounded to soften the hungry intestines.

Ask when the bean leaves will turn yellow.

Ci·Huanxisha

Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows to the west.

At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream.

The sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless.

Who said there is no less in life?

The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west!

Don’t sing yellow chicken with white hair.

Ci·Huanxisha

Jujube flowers fall on clothes and towels,

The sound of winding wheels is heard in the south and north of the village,

The ancient willows in cow clothes Selling cucumbers.

I am sleepy after a long journey due to drinking.

The people in Rigao are thirsty and longing for tea.

Knock on the door and ask questions about the wild people.

Jijiang Sencha

The living water must be boiled over a live fire, and the deep clear water can be obtained from the fishing stone [1]:

The moon is stored in a large ladle and returned to the spring urn. The small ladle divides the river into the night vase.

The snow milk has been fried for the feet [2], and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea.

Withered intestines are not easy to ban three bowls [3], sit and listen to the long and short updates of the deserted city.

Ci·Jiang Chengzi

Ten years of life and death are uncertain.

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.

Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to speak of desolation.

Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other.

My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.

When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.

Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.

We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year.

On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.

Ci·Jiangchengzi

Wandering at the end of the world, I have endless thoughts.

We met, but in a hurry.

Hand in hand with the beautiful woman, the tears will fade away.

Why do you want to ask Dongfeng Yu? Spring is here, who is it with?

The water in Sui Di is soluble in March.

Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.

Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.

I want to send thousands of tears of lovesickness, but they cannot be shed, Chu Jiangdong.

Ci·Jiang Chengzi No. 3

It rains and then clears in Phoenix Mountain.

The water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright.

A hibiscus bloomed gracefully.

Where did the double egrets fly?

If you are interested, I admire Pingting.

Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river.

Who can listen to the bitter feelings?

The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised.

If you want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it,

If you don’t see the person, you can only count the peaks.

Ci·Linjiangxian

Drinking at Dongpo at night and waking up drunk again,

It seems like it has been the third watch since I returned.

The boy's breath is thundering,

No one knocks on the door,

He leans against the tent and listens to the sound of the river.

I always regret that this body is not mine.

When will I forget about camp?

The wind is calm at night and the grain is flat,

The boat passed away from then on,

The river and the sea will leave the rest of my life.

Ci·Manjianghong

The Qing Dynasty flows eastward, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the lonely sail is bright and extinguished.

The place where officials travel, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers.

Living up to Lin Xiayi's past, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed.

I hate this life and grow up in separation.

A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning.

Looking at each other seems like yesterday, many years ago.

Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow.

I will look for the remaining spring with you and the pond, with flowers like snow.

Ci·Nanxiangzi

The cool mat and blue gauze kitchen, a pillow of cool breeze for the rest of the day.

I went to bed and listened to nothing happening in the evening office. I slowly read all the books on the bedside.

I scratched my head and returned to my hometown, feeling that I was lazy and neglected my fame.

What if you ask about your talents and skills? It is foolish to occupy the world.

Ci·Nian Nujiao

Looking far into the distance from a height, you can see the sky,

Thousands of miles of clouds have left no trace.

The osmanthus flies in, and wherever the light shines,

the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day.

Jade Yuqiong Tower, riding a luan to and fro,

I am in the Qingliang Kingdom.

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.

I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly,

I raised my glass to invite the moon to meet, and the shadows became three guests.

Dancing and wandering, under the wind and dew,

I don’t know what night it is tonight.

I want to ride on the wind and turn back.

Why ride on the wings of a peng?

In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown.

Ci·Nian Nujiao

Looking from a high position, you can see that there are no traces of clouds in the sky for thousands of miles.

The soul of osmanthus flies to the place where the light shines, and soaks in the cold for a day.

Yuyu Qionglou. Riding the Luan to come and go, I am in the Qingliang country.

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.

I was drunk, clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and became three guests in the shadows.

Dancing and lingering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is.

I want to ride on the wind, but then I turn back. Why ride on the wings of a roc?

In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown.

Ci·Qingyu Case

Three years ago, I slept on Wuzhong Road,

I condemned the yellow dog and followed you.

If you go to Huxiaodu on the Songjiang River,

Don’t be frightened by the mandarin ducks. There are four bridges everywhere.

This is where I passed by.

Look at the late spring in Wangchuan River,

Always remember the words of the wise master.

It’s already promised for a return date.

The spring shirt is like Xiaoman’s needlework,

It will be wetted by the rain from the West Lake.

Ci·Xiaobian

Bending one’s waist for rice,

abandoning one’s home because of drinking,

verbal and physical intercourse.

Return,

Who would not send you back?

I feel that everything in the past is not what it is now.

It's still late,

Zheng Husband pointed out the way back,

The laughter and childlike chatter in front of the door.

Sigh, the old chrysanthemums are all barren,

The new pines are growing old,

This is what I am doing now!

But the small window allows the firewood door to be closed on the knees,

I sit on my staff and watch the lonely cloud fly away at dusk,

The clouds come out unintentionally,

the birds When you feel tired, you will return.

It was not intentional.

Hey!

I am coming back,

I forget myself and the world now.

There is no idle talk among relatives,

There is truth in the piano book.

The foothills are rugged and green,

The stream is flowing gracefully,

The spring water trickles in the dark valley.

Looking at the flourishing vegetation,

I feel so secluded,

My life is over!

How long will it take for Nianyu Xingyu to recover?

What does the emperor want without realizing it?

My heart is entrusted to me, who will decide whether to stay or not?

Where is the immortal knowledge?

Wealth is not my ambition.

But I know that when I climb a mountain near the water and sing songs, I will drink from the cup and get drunk.

What’s more doubtful about destiny in this life?

Ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles.

Ci·Shui Tiao Ge Tou

The setting sun embroidered curtains roll, and the water under the pavilion connects to the sky.

I know you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet with green and red.

In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely soul.

Recognize the drunken man's words, and the mountains are beautiful or not.

Thousands of hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted.

Suddenly a wave rose and a white-headed leaf danced.

Young Master Lantai is worthy of laughter. He has yet to understand the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path.

A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.

Ci·Shui Tiao Ge Tou

When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine.

I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?

I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings.

It is too cold at high places.

Dancing to clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world!

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where you will find a low-rise house, and the light will make you sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.

This is a difficult thing to do in ancient times.

I wish you a long life and a long life.

Ci·Shuilongyin

It looks like a flower or not like a flower, and no one cherishes it.

Leaving home and taking the road, my thoughts are ruthless and thoughtful.

The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the evil eyes sleepy, and they want to open but also close.

The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, only to be found again when the oriole calls out.

Don’t hate the flowers that have all flown away. I hate the West Garden. It’s hard to decorate the red flowers.

The rain has passed at dawn, where is the trace? A pool of broken apples.

There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of flowing water.

Looking closely, it is not Yanghua, but the tears of separation.

Ci·Wang Jiangnan

Spring is not old yet,

The wind is soft and the willows are slanting.

Try to watch from the transcendental stage,

Half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers,

Thousands of homes are darkened by mist and rain.

After eating cold food,

I woke up and sighed.

Don't miss your old friends and your homeland,

Try new tea with new fire,

Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

The drizzle falls on the roof of the building, heavy on the flat lake outside the river.

Back then there was a horse show in Dongxu, but now Nanpu is desolate.

Don’t regret that the yellow flowers haven’t vomited yet, and teach the red flowers to support them.

You don’t have to look at the dogwood trees in the wine stall, but admire the present and past of the world.

Ci·Xingxiangzi

The clear night is dust-free, and the moonlight is like silver.

When pouring wine, it must be ten minutes.

Famous for fame and profit, but a waste of hard work.

The horse caught in the sigh, the fire caught in the stone, the body caught in the dream.

Although we hold articles, who will kiss us when we open our mouths?

And Tao Tao, happy and innocent.

When will you go back and be a idler?

To a long harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.

Ci·Xingxiangzi

One leaf of the boat is light, but the two oars are shocking.

The water and sky are clear, and the shadows and waves are flat.

The fish turns over the algae, and the heron lights the smoke.

Crossing the sandy stream is fast, the frosty stream is cold, and the moon stream is bright.

The layers are like paintings, and the music is like a screen.

Back in the day, Xu Laoyan Ling.

Monarchs and ministers have a dream, and their names are empty now and in ancient times.

But the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the mountains are green at dawn.

Ci·Yu Jia Ao

There is a lot of love in Yangguan, knowing that you want to go to Qinchuan.

The white horse soap mink cannot be kept.

Looking back, there is no fog in the lonely city.

When the day comes, the flowers in Chang'an are like rain, and the willows in Guan are beginning to fly.

Gradually, the knife in the boot meets the road.

Who is similar? Wang Wendu on the romantic knees.

Ci·Yu Meiren

Hushan is the most beautiful place in the southeast, as far as the eye can see.

How many times can you get back? Then he was drunk and wandering around.

When the lights are first turned on in Shahe Pond, who sings the water tune?

At night, when the wind is calm and I am about to return, there is only a bright moon on the river and a clear moon.

Ci·Partridge Sky

The forest is broken, the mountain is bright and the bamboo is hidden behind the wall,

There are cicadas and decaying grass in the small pond.

You can see birds from time to time when you turn over the blank page.

The red lotus leaves in the water are fragrant and fragrant.

Outside the village,

next to the ancient city,

The sticks and quinoas slowly turned towards the setting sun.

It rained in the middle of the night last night,

I had to live a cool life again.

Ci·Shuilongyin

The bamboos in Chushan are like clouds, and the exotic materials show off thousands of forests. The dragon's beard is half-twisted, the phoenix's head is slightly swollen, and the jade muscles are evenly wound. The trees are falling in Huainan, the rain is clear, the clouds are dreaming, the moon is bright and the wind is blowing. Since Zhonglang disappeared and Huan Yi left, I know how much disappointment I have suffered. I heard that the Lingnan prefect had a deep back hall and a petite green bead. The Qi Chuang school was first visited in Liangzhou, but the colorful clothes were not finished. Chewing Zhenghan Palace, pan-commerce Liuyu, a sound of clouds. In order to make you wash away, the wild wind and miasma rain make frost and dawn.

Ci·Shuilongyin

The boat crosses the Spring River, lying down watching the green walls and red buildings rising. The laughter in the clouds makes the king high and the beauty half drunk. The pillars are in danger, the strings are mourning, the beautiful songs are lingering, and the clouds are lingering in the water. Thinking of my old friend, the old man, his romance has not diminished, and I look back alone in the mist. I pushed the pillow and disappeared, but the empty river and the bright moon were thousands of miles away. When the five lakes heard the news, they returned in small boats, still carrying Xi Zi. Yunmeng Nanzhou, South Bank of Wuchang, I should remember my past travels. In the romantic dream, the dishes came to see me, but they were mixed.

Ci·Mantingfang

Come back and come back, where will I go? Wanli’s home is in Min’e. A hundred years and a half strong, but there will be no more suffering in the future. Sit down and see Huangzhou again, the children are all gone, Chu language and Wu songs. Friends in the mountains, Ji Dou She wine, persuade Lao Dongpo. Yunhe. When this is over, things in life come and go like a shuttle. Wait and see, the autumn wind and the clear waves of Luoshui. Fortunately, the thin willows in front of the hall should remember me and Mo Jian Rouke. There is still a rumor that the elders in the south of the Yangtze River are fishing and fishing.

Ci·Man Ting Fang

Incense carved dishes, ice chopsticks born in the cold, painting hall is a unique scenery. The host is affectionate, and the banquet is red. The greasy jade round is rubbed into the plain neck, the lotus root silk is tender, and the fairy clothes are newly woven. After the two songs, the empty eaves turn to the moon, and the remaining rhyme is still melodious. Wherever there is in the world, it is commonplace and should be called ordinary. There is a mad visitor in the seat, which makes me feel upset and worried. It is reported that the golden hairpin has fallen, the ten fingers are exposed, and the spring bamboo shoots are slender. I have seen it in person and completely defeated Song Yu. I imagined it in the Gaotang Dynasty.

Ci·Man Tingfang

Wojiao has a false reputation and only makes a small profit, so he is very busy. Everything is decided in advance, who is weak and who is strong. While I'm still young, let me go and let some of my kids go wild. In a hundred years, the Pingists were intoxicated, thirty-six thousand times. consider. How much can I do? I am worried about the wind and rain, but half of them hinder me. There is no need to talk about short things and long things even to the point of death. Fortunately, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the moss is spreading and the clouds are high. The south of the Yangtze River is good, thousands of fine wines, and a song that fills the courtyard.

Ci·Man Tingfang

Thirty-three years, whoever survives today is only the king and the Yangtze River. The awe-inspiring cypress trees are both frost-dry and suffering. I heard about the ancient county of Sizhou, on the Yun River and at the pine window of Zhuwu. On the south bank of the Yangtze River, if you don't send your son away, you would rather cross my country. 搐搐. The sparse rain has passed, the wind dances in the forest, and the smoke covers the clouds. I would like to hold this invitation to you and drink from the empty vat. Mr. Layman is old and in real dreams, he is relatively useless. The singing and dancing have stopped, the pedestrians have not yet risen, and the boat drums are already beating.

Ci·Shui Tiao Ge Tou

An Shi is in the East China Sea, engaged in the work of Jingqiu on the temples. It's hard to say goodbye to relatives and friends in middle age, but silk and bamboo ease the sorrow of separation. Once he is successful and famous, he will plan to return to the sea from the east and help the sick to go to Xizhou. Yazhi is trapped in Xuan Mian, and his regrets are sent to Cangzhou. As the clouds age, we need to plan early and have brown fur. Traveling thousands of miles away from my hometown, I often stay behind in good places. When I'm drunk and singing, you're in harmony. If I'm drunk, I have to be supported by you. But drinking can make me forget my worries. When Liu Xuande was appointed, he lived in a high-rise building.

Ci·Manjianghong

Sadness and happiness are found together. After the wind and rain, the river is green in spring. The dream of Wu Gorge is empty so far, with mountains and mountains in disorder. It's like Boluan carrying virtue and glory, but the basket and ladle are not enough to clear the joy. Gradually, the brilliance shines on the steps of the courtyard, and the orchid and jade are born. In the dream, the song of the heart is conveyed. Where the intestines are broken, it is up to him to continue. Does Wenjun's son-in-law know? He laughs at your humiliation. Don't you see Zhou Nange singing in Hanguang? The Master of Heaven teaches you to leave the trees. Then the prime minister held the piano and the book in his left hand, and stayed in the clouds.

Ci·Manjianghong

From the west of Jianghan, under the high buildings, the grapes are deep and green. It still brings its own, the waves of the clouds, and the spring scenery of the Jinjiang River. You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest who misses you outside the sword. How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently. Jiang Biao's biography, please stop reading. Crazy virgin, what a pity. The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers. Not only did the scholars laugh at the dispute, but Cao Gong and Huang Zu were both confused. I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.

Ci·Manjianghong

In Dongwu Nancheng, the new embankment is solid and the ripples are beginning to overflow. Hidden all over, there are long forests and high mountains, lying on red piles and green piles. The remaining flowers on the branches have been blown away, and I look for you toward the head of the river. Ask forward, how much spring there is, one of three. When will the official affairs be completed? Outside the wind and rain, there are not many days. The Prime Minister flooded the Qushui River, and the whole city fought for it. Don't you see that Lanting is doing a wedding ceremony, and everyone sitting there is very elegant. Up to now, the mountains and shades are covered with bamboos, but there are no traces of them.

Ci·Manjianghong

The clear beauty flows eastward, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the lonely sail is bright and extinguished. The official travel place, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers. Living up to Lin Xiayi's wishes, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed. Hate this life, grow up in separation, add splendor to your hair. A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning. Seeing each other seems like yesterday, many years ago. Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow. Then I went with you to look for the remaining spring on the pond, with flowers like snow.

Ci·Manjianghong

How can the sky be ruthless? Spring is getting warmer, morning is coming, and there is still light snow. When you come to Yu to form a ribbon in the spring, I should return to Danquan Stone. I'm afraid of missing each other suddenly over a glass of wine at a different time, separated by clouds and mountains. Everything in the world is difficult to deal with. Even if a person is healthy, his head should be white. Why should I get drunk? Such joy is hard to find. I want to express my regret to the beautiful woman, but my tears have already condensed on my eyelashes. But when Mo Qian and Xin Yan came, the news was gone.

Ci·Returning to the court for joy

I dreamed that the boat was floating and shaking the lake. Snow waves shake the sky, and thousands of hectares of white are white. When I wake up, my eyes are full of Mount Lu, with countless green walls leaning against the sky. This growth continues. I am both a guest from the south of the Yangtze River with you. When I was swimming in my dream, I woke up to enjoy the scenery, and I was throwing shuttles together. Tomorrow the west wind will still hang the seats. Singing my new lyrics brings tears to my eyes. After Lingjun left, the mountains of Chu were empty, and the orchids in Liyang were colorless. You are as talented as a dream. Wuling is located in West Antarctica. Don't sing new songs about Zhuzhi Ci. Who can say that the past and the present are separated.

Chapter·Flowers in the Rain/Night Boating

This year's flower time is deep in the courtyard, with the east wind blowing and the tea smoke blowing. But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. To the west of Wendao City, there is an ancient temple with long corridors and a famous garden. The beauty of the country brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes my sleeves, lingering for me. The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you. Autumn is getting late, what's the matter with a branch, it remains to me. Gao Hui chatted and chased the short scene, and the Qing merchants had no time for Yu Yan. It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very springlike.

Ci·Qinyuanchun

The lights in the lonely house are green, the chickens in the wild shop are buzzing, and the travel pillow is full of dreams. The moonlight is gathering gradually, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds and mountains are covered with brocade, and the morning dew is clear. The road in the world is endless, but the work and life are limited, just like the joy of the district chief. After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, filled with memories of the past. At that time, *** was visiting Chang'an. He is like a young man who first arrived from the two continents. I have thousands of words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind, and I am writing to you, Yao and Shun. How can this be so difficult? When I use it to give up, my actions are hidden in me. Why not sit back and watch at leisure. He is tall and strong, but he is still old and has a high reputation.

Ci·Encourage the Gold Boat

The ruthless flowing water has sentimental guests. Advise me as if I had known you before. The cup is in hand and I say goodbye. This justice is rare. On the curved pool, the year and month are written in small characters. Also repairing bamboos in the lush forest, like the Yonghe Festival. The delicate hands are like frost and snow. Laughing and planting autumn flowers. Don't blame me for singing. It’s still a gentle farewell. Soar here and admire the Jade Hall and the Golden Tower. If you want to know how old you will be again, you should have beautiful hair.

Ci·A Cluster of Flowers

This spring, light wax invades the year. The ice and snow break the spring beauty. There is a letter in the east wind, no one can see it, and there is a hint of light and lace in the willows. The cold night is long, the quilt is easy to warm, and the bells and drums are getting clearer and rounder. On the first day of the morning, half of the mountains are contained. The pavilion is lightly smoked. Visitors will make plans to find fragrance, and the little peaches and apricots should have already competed for the first place. When I am sick and have little love, I am sparse and lethargic, but I love the day and sleep high.

Ci·Magnolia Order

The remaining frost has lost its length and width. Listen to the gurgling sound and clear your throat. A beautiful woman is still singing a drunkard's words, and forty-three years is like being wiped by electricity. The autumn dew on the grass is slippery. Thirty-five returns twenty-eight. He and Yu are both Shiweng people, but Bodiyue of West Lake is the only one.

Ci·Magnolia Flower Order

I know that your immortal bones are free from cold and heat. We meet again at dusk after a thousand years. Therefore, I would like to say something else to annoy the beautiful woman, but I want to watch the rain on the pear branches. The fallen flowers have been driven back to the wind. Huaben Wuxinying complained privately. On the way home from the Ming Dynasty, I went down to the west of the pond, and there was no place where the orioles were singing and the flowers were falling.

Ci·Magnolia Flower Order

It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight. The soul in the dream is nowhere to be found. The cool night pillow tells me about autumn, and I hear the cold crickets stirring me up. In dreams, time passes. Still drunkenly singing and dancing in Jiangting. There must be someone in front of you to ask your thoughts and thoughts to say goodbye.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

The young man’s eyes are dazzled, but I can see through my nose first. The scarf is drifting in the daphne breeze. The spring dream of banished immortals was awakened. There are jade pistils in the Houtu Temple, and the back of Penglai Hall is red. This flower is clearer and more slender. Whose heart is the wine?

Ci·Xijiang Moon

There are a few songs in Zhulan in the small courtyard, and three drums in the heavy city. Watch the moonlight turn into bright wind. Go back to the fragrant clouds and dream. The green sleeves are white, and the soap is half inserted in red. The lanterns are scattered in the wine garden. Punch lines fly by the minute.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

I blame this flower branch for complaining and weeping, but I asked you to write a famous poem.

The grass and trees are used to record Wu Feng. The subsequent phase is like a cloud in a dream. The sleeve of the pen is stained with drunken ink, and the flower surface is red with shame. Knowing you is because of love. Afraid of seeing this flower stir up.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

When I heard that I had two phoenix belts in my hands, I might as well wear the shark gauze alone. The night fragrance is known to be burned with that person. Looking sadly at the mist curling up in the water. The clouds on the temples are green in front of the wind, and the jade face is red in the drunkenness. Don't spend your poor night in vain. The moon and the beauty are in love with the officials.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

Longbao is the best product this year, and the valley curtain has treasured springs since ancient times. Xue Ya Shuangjing Powder Immortal. The Miao people came from Beiyuan. The soup is plump and white, and the floating milk is light and round. Who dares to be more beautiful in the world? Get the red window noodles.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

Farewell, the dream has gone with the flowing water, and the tear towel is still like a fragrant spring. Xiangru is still the immortal. The person is in Yaotai Langyuan. The flowers and mist are misty in the wind, and the song beads are clear and round with dripping water. Mo Mei’s new work is very beautiful. Instant noodles as soon as you return home.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

The world is a big dream, and there are several cool autumns in life. At night, the wind leaves are already singing. Look at the brows and temples. The drunkard often worries that there are few guests, and the bright moon is obscured by clouds. Who is alone with *** during the Mid-Autumn Festival? He looked northward sadly.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

Don’t lament that the plains are falling, and it’s too late to go to Lu. Let me remember your youth. You must believe that life is like mail. Thousands of white hairs are sent to each other, and a hundred deep cups are punished. Why use wine as a pool for swimming? I am drunk with virtue.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

The jade bones are worried about the miasma, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. When Hai Xian was sent to explore Fang Cong. A green-haired phoenix hanging upside down. Even if the face looks pink, it won't fade away after makeup is washed off. The high sentiment has chased the dawn sky. Don’t dream about pear blossoms.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

The shallow waves shine across the wild sky, and the sky glows warmly. The obstacles and mud have not solved the arrogance of Yu Cong. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that there is no way to break Qiongyao under the bright moon. Xie'an's head rests on the green poplar bridge. Du Yu heard a spring dawn.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

Three times under the Pingshan Hall, I heard the sound of a snap of my fingers. I haven’t seen the old immortal in ten years. Dragons and snakes were flying on the wall. If you want to pay tribute to the governor, you still sing the spring breeze of the willows. Don't say that everything will turn around in vain. It’s all a dream until I turn around.

Ci·Xijiang Moon

Last night the boat was in Jingkou, now the horse leader is in Chang'an. What is the old official and the new official? There is only Hushan koan. This scene has changed several times over the past century, and it is difficult to describe it. Make your talent make waves. And judge new poems.

Ci·Linjiang Immortal

The thin horse carries two maids from afar, wearing a green scarf and jade belt with red boots. The good thing about Xishan is home. Who would have thought that on Baxia Road, I would see Luocheng flowers. The jade pistils are falling on the face, and the spring sun is setting at the beginning of the world. I haven’t seen Ziyun Che in ten years. The new cave in Longqiu is filled with lead cauldrons to raise cinnabar.

Ci·Linjiangxian

The verses come to sharpen my bluntness, but the blunt awl cannot understand the sound. Huanyan relieves me of the frost. The wine garden brings clear dreams and sleep, and the spring grass fills the pond. I should remember the old man at the foot of the snow hall, who used to collect rue in the past. After becoming famous, he returned home early. When I get back in the car, I see a thousand chapters in the tree.

Ci·Linjiangxian

I advise Zhang Zhang to go back, but I have never forgotten my love. The dusty mind disappears and the mind becomes peaceful. Jiangnan and Saibei, there is no place to go. Zu Dou Geng Sang is really over the top. Ping Jun said it to Nan Rong. I would like to hear that Wuyue reports a good harvest. If the king asks, it is up to the king to tie his stockings.

Ci·Linjiangxian

Since ancient times, we have had a day off from work, why not sing in a low voice. The sky falls and the clouds return to spring. The person sitting in the middle is half drunk, and the snow will be deep outside the curtain. After hearing that the branch office was crazy about the censor, Ziyun had no way to pursue it. The wind and rain are cold and cold. When I asked the prison chief about his anger, I was suddenly frightened when I saw the crane.

Ci·Linjiangxian

I have forgotten Chengdu for ten years, because you have to think about it. With the clear tears shed on the Yangtze River. Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountain, but the solitary guest feels desolate. Sit down and don't worry that you haven't seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back. Diligent and diligent. This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown?

Ci·Linjiangxian

Who cares about Li Bai who respects wine? The thatched cottage points to the east of the Yangtze River. The bead curtain is ten miles away and the fragrant wind rolls. Flowers bloom and fade, and there are thousands of separation and hatred. The light boat crossed the river overnight and arrived, laughing and fading in surprise. The voice still has Wu Nong's own voice. At the end of the night, facing the wine shop, I am still dreaming.

Ci·Linjiang Immortal

The four elements have always been everywhere, so there is no doubt about Feng Shui here. Therefore, you should send me new poems. Fragrant flowers bloom in the valley, and cold algae dance in ripples. By having a relationship with Tamagawa, the gods may not miss each other. And send people home with flowing water. The sun is still setting on the top of the building, and the grass dew has stained my clothes.

Ci·Linjiangxian

One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, the world is over. Still smiling to warm up the spring. There is no wave in the ancient well, but there is Qiu Yun in it. The melancholy and solitary sail sailed all night long, seeing off the moonlight with faint clouds. There is no need for green eyebrows in front of you. Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler.

Ci·Linjiangxian

Xiu Wen was so thin due to many illnesses that he could not bear the gold belt hanging down his waist. There is a faint fragrance floating upstairs at Wanghu. Playing with sleeves in the gentle spring breeze, and listening to the flute on a bright moonlit night. When you wake up from drinking, your dreams will always be clear, and your hidden bed will be infinitely more fashionable. The beautiful woman did not see Dong Jiaorao. Wandering around the moon, spending the poor night in empty space.

Ci·Linjiang Fairy

Winter nights are filled with ice, and the bright moon in the painting hall invades the curtains. The green jar shines brightly and cries sadly. The green vat is full of temptations, and the pink tears are still hanging down. Before finishing the song, he hid his tears and sang half-heartedly with sadness. There should be no conflict between the two words of love. If you want to know where the heart is broken, dark dust flies on the beam.

Ci·Yu Jia Ao

Throughout the ages, the dragon and the pan have coexisted. The place of rise and fall from Gong Yidiao. A slight slanting wind blows drizzle. Fragrant grass crossing. Jiangnan's father stayed with his father. The bus is driving through the fog. The red luan rides on the green luan. But I was surprised that this continent is called Egret. Not my partner. He was about to fly away.

Ci·Yu Jia Ao

The lights are out after seeing off guests. The cold moonlight in the west building makes me dizzy. The tide will come tomorrow with no certainty. The tide is coming. Zhouheng Ferry is close to the important city. The river seems to know the hatred of being alone. The south wind relieves the beauty's anger.

Don't learn to be light and sleepy for a long time. Send questions frequently. You must be loyal and trustworthy on the Qiantang River.

Ci·Yu Jia Ao

The bright morning glory of the Han woman in the river. Yingying Linshui is speechless. Look across the blue clouds and the sunset. Nowhere to be found. Dreaming back to spring grass growing in Chunpu. The birds dispersed and the remaining flowers bloomed like rain. Tingzhou Ping's old fragrant demeanor. The bright moon shines affectionately on the house. But take it. Qing Guangchang sent people home.

Ci·Partridge Sky

The forest is broken, the mountain is bright and the bamboo is hidden behind the wall. A small pond filled with cicadas and decaying grass. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant. Outside the village, next to the ancient city. The stick quinoa slowly turns to the setting sun. It rained at three o'clock last night, and it was cool all day long.

Ci·Partridge Sky

Laughingly picking up red plum blossoms and green plum blossoms. The most evil person in ten miles of Yangzhou. I came to Qixi at night and saw her in person, and she was very energetic. The back eyes are charming, and the waist is dancing. Liu Lang lost his mind several times. When I wake up from the wine in the Ming Dynasty, I will know where I am, the purple jade flute among the clouds with broken heart.

Ci·Youth Travel

The red sill of Yintang is full of wind and dust. Round green lotus curls. The orchids are recommended for bathing, the calamus is used to make wine, and the weather is still mild. It's a good idea to enjoy the festival intoxicated, every part of the wine and every part of the song. The smoke of the prison grass is deep, and the people in the court are quiet, and there is no stingy banquet to swim through.

Ci·Youth Travel

We saw each other off last year. Outside Yuhang’s gate, the flying snow was like poplar flowers. This spring is over, the poplar flowers are like snow, but they have not returned home yet. The wine rolling curtain invites the bright moon, and the wind reveals the window screen. Just like Chang'e taking pity on the two swallows, they shine brightly and paint the beams slantingly.

Ci·Ding Fengbo

Pairs of blushing and half-blown cheeks. Yiyi alone will send you back. Ruodao makes you have no such intention. Why. Double flowers do not bloom to others. But look down in the misty rain. Incessantly. I advise you to stop complaining. I also asked the former deputy envoy Kuang. Next year. Who will come when the flowers bloom?

Ci·Ding Fengbo

Bring the pot with the guest and put it on the green light. The wild geese first fly in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han. It's rare to smile in this world. Young. The head must be filled with chrysanthemums. It's a festive day but it's time to get drunk. Yunqiao. Don't complain about the setting sun when you arrive. Who is immortal throughout the ages? How many. Why should Niu Shan wear more clothes?

Ci·Ding Fengbo

Don’t blame the long embroidery belt. The waist is too light to dance with clothes. Fortunately, I only want to travel. where. The weeping poplar is a frivolous horse. The flowers fade and the spring comes to an end. Hateful. Broken strings and dust pipes accompany the crying makeup. If you don’t believe it, come back and see for yourself. Afraid to see. I am haggard but ashamed of my husband.

Ci·Ding Fengbo

The Romantic Ruan Infantry through the ages. I have always loved Dongping as a traveling official. Even though I've come thousands of miles away, I still can't live there. Go back. The charm of the sky is clear and clear. Hongfenzun was deeply annoyed. Hugh said. How can I retain a lot of love? Remember next year there will be chaos. Must see. Panxi Lake is the sound of heartbreak.

Ci·Ding Fengbo

The rain washes the tender leaves of the beauty. The wind blows the delicate green fragrance. The beauty invades the book late at night. Curtain roll. The clear yin is slightly cooler than the wine. People paint bamboos with fat and swollen bodies. What's the use? The gentleman wrote better than Xiao Lang. Remember Xiaoxuan Cen Jiye. Corridor. The moon and sparse shadows are on the east wall.

Ci·Ding Fengbo

It’s never too late to wake up after a good sleep. Self-pity is inappropriate. Occasionally, it is made of small red peach and apricot color, leisurely and elegant, but the remaining solitary and thin snow-shuang posture. Don't let your leisurely mind follow the state of things. What's the matter? The wine is slightly dizzy and the muscles are clear. The poet did not know that Meg was there, chanting, and even looked at the green leaves and green branches.

Ci·Ding Fengbo

The full moon illuminates the night hall over the Tiao River. Five stars and one old man fight against the light. It was a real dream for fifteen years. What's the matter? Chang Geng looked desolate at the moon. The green hair and pale face are drunk together. still. Six people sang and laughed in Shuiyun Township. Who has the best eloquence between the host and the guest? See take. Cao Liujin faced two Su Zhang.

Ci·Nanxiangzi

The evening scene falls on the cup. Looking at the clouds and green mountains, there are piles of green. I recognize the spring snow waves in Min'e, the first time I've arrived. Tens of thousands of hectares of grapes are growing. The balcony is dark in the dusk rain. Sprinkle wet powder on tall buildings. A gust of east wind swept the earth and blew it back. Luozhao River and the sky are half open.

Ci·Nanxiangzi

The sparse fence is full of cold birds. Strive to hold the cold and look at the jade vines. Suddenly I saw a guest coming and sitting under the flowers, I was startled and flew away. Tao San Fang Ying fell into the wine. He can drink and write poems. The passengers are drunk and don't know. When the flowers are gone and the wine is gone, spring has arrived, leaving. A little bit of acid has settled on the branches.

Ci·Nanxiangzi

I can’t reach Xiegongtai. The bright moon and the clear breeze are wonderful. Where did the old bearded grandson go? Come back again. Short Li Fengliu is more talented. The autumn colors are fading. Huang Yingying's wine glasses filled the courtyard. Watch the peach blossoms bloom in spring in February. It's all because Liu Lang left.

Ci·Youth Travel

The traces of frost and precipitation have been harvested. Light green scales reveal distant continents. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling. He is passionate but loves his head. The festive season is a reward. But the Qingzun will be sacrificed to autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, rest. Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will also be sad.

Ci·Nanxiangzi

Looking back at the chaotic mountains. No inhabitants, only the city. Who looks like the towers and pavilions on Linping Mountain? Welcome guests to the west and see off guests. The evening breeze is clear on the way home. A cold dream will never come true. Tonight, where the remaining lamp shines slantingly, it is glowing. When it rains and clears in autumn, I shed tears.

Ci·Nanxiangzi

The ice and snow scent the skin. The Immortal Gushe is not like Yi. It is not appropriate to wash the new brocade at the head of the Jinjiang River. Therefore, he wears ordinary light clothes. Heavy curtains under the warm sun. The incense of spring sleep rises late. The story of Manqian's romantic relationship was at that time. Love is called son by Xizhen.

Ci·Nanxiangzi

Donwu looks to Yuhang. The sea of ??clouds and the horizon are vast. When he becomes successful and famous, he returns home. Laugh drunkenly and accompany the public for thirty thousand times. No need to complain about Li Sang. Drinking has never been good for the intestines. Tonight, the lights are cold and the river is cold. The Weeping Sheep Gong is surnamed Yang.

Ci·Nanxiangzi

Cool mat and blue gauze kitchen. A pillow of cool breeze for the rest of the day. Go to bed and listen to the evening office, where nothing happens, slowly. Read all the books by the bedside. Scratch the head and return the poem. Consciously, I am lazy and careless about my fame. If you ask about your talents and skills, what is the answer? It is foolish to occupy the world.