Touching the Fish, Suffering Man Yu Yu (Chao's Body)
Xu Huben
Bitter cold, ragged clothes, family embarrassment.
Tender shoulders provoke a thousand weights, eagerly looking forward to the help of good people.
Every disaster. Should be the most important, the years are flourishing without worries. Poor kiss go.
Ren tears wet green placket, heartbreak, who can talk to.
The wind was fierce, Hugh said frozen footsteps. Run resolutely to the road ahead.
When the clouds are in sorrow, they should be afraid and strive to attack the book.
All obstacles. Make a wish, the eagle flaps its wings and the sky promises. Fei Yu.
More look forward to spring, flowers bloom a tree, doom from now on.
Phoenix Pavilion White Hair Groan
Han Manlin
Youth resigns me, the years are strange and fast, and the sideburns are less hateful.
There is no plan to stay in the spring, and the male rabbit pounces.
Blame only blame, young Lang Mu.
Spring and autumn beckon me, the beautiful scenery is lush, and the light clouds are flat and sunny.
The gull heron spreads its wings and has a lofty mentality.
Exhibit one, Gangnam painting axis.
Partridge Day·
Laughing at the Storm (Guangzhou)
I have no intention of profit and fame, because I know that the world is light.
The piano and chess are quiet and spring resident, and the landscape is idle and interesting.
Departing from the world, far from strife, is not merit and merit is judged by others.
It is better to plant chrysanthemums under the fence and spend all over the city in the coming year.
Que TaZhi • Inscription Painting "Little Soldiers Bear The Lonely Long March"
Wanli Xiaguang
Snow Ridge is vast and affectionate, scolding many times, still behind people.
Do not love the Red Army benevolent friends, early home spring water fireworks willow.
The lone gun swordsman on his back, today I see, tomorrow who can have?
The wind rises and the Qin cavity listens to the distant, and the millet in the bowl is fragrant for a long time.
Partridge Days Reminiscence Flower Poetry Group
Hawthorn trees
The encounter between the flowers has not left a name, and now it is scattered from the ground.
Who knows that HanYuan dipped in morning dew, which should be a poetry guiding lamp.
Discuss with each other, share affection, and do not know the law of people to judge.
Suddenly aware of the many years of events, looking back at a long sigh of light paper.
Huan Xi Sha Xiang (Han Wei Ge)
Ge Xinping
Every year is full of flowers. Sadness is better than the city well. How many have you ever sniffed Qingfen?
But make the yellow sorghum fill the old eyes, and also groan the wine to win the fang bottle. The drunken hook crushes a stream of clouds.