Xu Shuzheng, a northern eccentric with both civil and military skills, chose Xu Shuzheng's poems.

Xu Shuzheng (1880165438+1October1-kloc-0/92565438+February 30th), also known as Zheng and You Zheng, was born in James Li Village, Guanqiao, Fuxian County, Xuzhou City, Jiangsu Province. I have been brilliant since I was a child. At the age of 3, he can read; At the age of seven, he was able to write poetry; 65,438+03 years old, a scholar; 17 years old, child prodigy. It is famous for 19 19 sending troops to recapture outer Mongolia. He is the author of The Founding of People's Republic of China (PRC), Shixixuan Manuscript, Dou Poems, Bimeng Temple Ci, etc.

Xu Shuzheng's poems

Staring at the apricot flowers in the evening

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. It is long, day and night. Yulong's elegy is difficult and heavy, and it is blamed on the pipa plate.

Then cut down, miss thousands of trees, fight for a ban, good night. It is better to follow suit and be willing to bear the burden.

Liu Ba zidenglou

I'm afraid I'll be trapped in the weather if I go upstairs. Just like a dream, like catkins, clear without flowers and wine, and like an old tour.

The new voice is listening to Liangzhou. Jathyapple is semi-cloudy, and in the morning, the curtains are hooked to the clouds. If you are willing to pass it on secretly, Yu Lang will grow well in spring, her eyebrows will make up, and her red teeth will sing and laugh. Then, if you change your old age in spring, you will suddenly feel carefree. Watch, you might as well take a break from the east wind.

Liang Zhu sings at the end of the year

The sheller is cold and less spring. When I feel Yangzhou, I am fascinated everywhere. Yu Xin is worried about her old age. Mei Zhi is afraid of seeing birds.

As far as I can see, smoke is far away, so what is the east wind and green grass? This is not a dream. Who do you teach?

Secondly,

The fringed curtain was broken at dawn. If you are too lazy to comb your hair, you will become uncomfortable in front of the mirror. The sentence is warmer and the brocade quilt is added. Long-term fear is a sleepless night

You can forget your troubles and get drunk. For the golden urn, everyone turned to tears. Lean against the smoking cage to keep warm. The cold crept into the red suit.

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The kitchen duck is fragrant and quiet. Swallows can hatch eggs, and China people will have a new nest in their houses. The east wind wakes me up. The spring tide is surging in Haibo Wan Li.

Snow, sand, clouds and trees. Don't lean on the dangerous fence, lest you see the shadow of loneliness. It's sad to be independent without borders. Smoke from the kitchen will put out the abandoned village.

Fourth.

It snowed when the evening breeze came. It's not spring, it's already evil spring. Baihua is sad and lonely. At first glance, the curtain reported that Meiying had fallen.

Ten thousand kinds of lingering can't be abandoned. I don't think about it, I don't think about it. In the evening, the frost clock strikes more and more. Lou Yu's dream is high and vague.

Jie Lianhuan smells songs.

Falling red and swaying. Look at the shock wave, the cold invades the account. I remember that Sheng, a floating bottle of goose wine, is working hand in hand with Bilan, at the beginning of Yuehua. Too lazy to play the flute for fear of getting in the way, Xiaohong sang in a low voice. Ask Pipamen Lane, but it seems that at that time, the scenery was still safe.

Lamentations have their ups and downs. But he laughed at me, but also Liao Kuang. Whoever shouts, the peach leaves and roots will take the east wind and paddle at the ferry. Swallows fly, flowers fall and Jiang Chun rises. More fragrant, rolling curtains, tying boats.

Lean on the railing after the rain.

Look at the willows, mountains and plum blossoms in Jiangcheng. The vast tomorrow, there are ancient worries like the sea, chaotic soul flying. When you are praising wine, you will come into contact with life, and you are afraid of youth and vanity. There is no rain in the end of the world, and it is easy to be sad and happy when you are tired. Ask about your life experience, laugh and worry.

Look at the clouds and the water. Buy a sign, regret it. In exchange, I have a dream of three lives and a dream of all feelings, so it is easy to rest. And fleas should go home, listen to Du Yu, voice choked up. Try to keep your voice down, double-sided. Microwave message, despite the heavy curtain, who will you tell in detail today?

Niannu Jiao Jian

It's too long, suffocating and lonely. Sitting up and wandering, the voice is too loud, worrying about the morning and evening in Nanguan. Jathyapple blew away the cold, dispersed the wind, broke the dawn, broke the dream and searched again. When the rooster goes, the world will be white.

I still want to mourn in the middle of the night, spitting and knocking on the pot, leaving resentment. As soon as there was a sound in the air, I fell asleep and my beard was frightened. Businessman's pipa, Yang Tao's pipa, all kinds of feelings. He pushed aside the pillow and asked you what day it is today.

Love in recent years

Outside, crows curl up in spring. I think it's good for the West Lake. Golden songs add trouble. Pedestrians cross the mountain in the flute.

I'm afraid I will worry for a long time. Why raise taxes on such a windy night? The dream of hometown haunts deep sleep. There are many embarrassing birds on both sides of the castle peak.

Secondly,

Every spring is full of troubles. Do you know that when spring comes, sadness finds you? At dusk, Ma Qi didn't return to the yard. Xiaoping Waijiangnan Road.

Obliquely holding a silver Zheng He and a golden millet column. Cover up the sad strings and shy strings in Chinese. Who advises songbirds to keep quiet? Throw money on the wrong date.

Plum blossoms in Jiangcheng attract the fear of Lu, and write a short essay on clear autumn landscape.

The west wind sets the sun, and you are worried. Afraid of going upstairs, and going upstairs again. Laugh and hold a dead autumn. Go straight to the depths of Wanshan, build a hut, spend the rest of your life and ruin the rest of your life.

Take a break, take a break and ask for more. Water flows by itself, and clouds float by themselves. Sleep to death, sleep to death, sleep to death, dream of shaking your head. Walking sticks fly in spring, the total length of heaven and earth. Look at your painting by leaning on the stone. With this in mind, the gift will be returned and you will lie down.

Qin Yi Gaoyou High School

Spring is thin. Plum branches are weak for old poplar branches. Yang Zhiqiang is weak. There are ten thousand kinds of winds, to whom do you whisper?

When the furnace jade wrist is like snow. The swaying jade belt is concentric. With the same heart, cardamom, only February.

Secondly,

Yang. The temples in Yun Song cover Meishan. Meishan stack. What's in your heart is hidden, but it goes out at first sight.

The autumn plough washes the moon. Spring flowers bet on wine red horns. Red aperture angle. See you later, cross the river and peach leaves.

High balcony topic violet drunk off Fenyang map

Who can sing in the snowy moon and drink in the rivers and lakes? Watch the news. The autumn wind forced the phoenix tree to crisp, and the silver leaves fell on the bed. Inquire again, thorn palace street, tearful copper camel.

No one has seen the past of Kaiyuan, and the sea is full of water and waves. Shi Hao helped the wind, and Yin Zhuo tried to pull the Tianhe River. Don't wait for the chicken to wake you up, lest the Ming Dynasty destroy your temple. If you want to discuss it, you have to worry.

Secondly,

Tiger and leopard are in the customs, dragon and snake are in the land, and friends are all over the world. Before crying, blue hates pipa. Strong and fragrant makes Xiao and Yanzi homeless. You are long, the water flows from the east and the sun sets from the west.

Long song is a crying hooligan, and the rivers and lakes are everywhere, and the Millennium is embarrassing. After all, violets are fairy flowers. Xianyang city is fighting for wine, raving, and frogs in the pool. Ask who knows, put the phoenix eagle barnyard grass, desalting car.

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When it comes to swords and pianos, I go crazy. Avenue Zhu Lou, never put off till tomorrow what you can wander beyond the clouds. Sentence lost in the road ahead is a heavy wall. Teaching people in vain, leaning against the diaphragm and looking through the ileum.

The flag pavilion is empty, photographed by teenagers, but the song is lonely and the sleeves are dancing. Playing autumn strings is always a clear thing. Heroes know where to use their weapons. Every year, people hide. Unexpectedly, losing him, flowers shine, bees shine.