Learning the Seven Laws should start with the Tang Dynasty, but Li Du is too tall and can start with Xu Hun. This group of seven laws is a study work by the late Tang Dynasty poet Xu Hun in the rhyme, let's read it and laugh.
Xu Hun, a native of Danyang, Tang Runzhou, whose ancestral home is Anlu, uses obscure characters and is obscure. In his lifetime, he did not compose ancient poems, specializing in legal styles; the themes were nostalgic and pastoral poems, and the art was characterized by even pairs of dense and skillful poetry. Posterity has a great reputation here.
Yun Xuhun. In the late autumn, The Cottage of Shihan on Huaimao Mountain
The sun falls and the moon rises, and the peach blossom old dream years have been known.
Ten years of illness in the bones of wine sales, the horse is lost in a cocoon of silkworms.
Silhouette flow clouds float north, rucksack line guests stay in the south of the mountain.
Guihong Road folds toward Hengyang, but the song sends Bitan.
Yun Xuhun. Farewell
The wind and dust are restless day by day, and the water of the Big Wild Goose Mountain is flowing.
In the past twenty years, qingke has tears, and three thousand dreams have been white clouds.
Haiyuan Zen is now in peace, and Lu Youting is in autumn.
Extremely eye-catching but can be poor, and the handsome ocean can see Middle-earth.
Note: Jiangmen Dayan Mountain faces the West River, and Haiyuan Zen and Lu Youting are on the mountain.
Yun Xuhun. Stay with friends on autumn nights
Autumn sun and autumn leaves frost, twilight clouds and clouds are hurt.
The fire of Yutai Temple spread smoke and blue, and the Yongzhen Mountain Gate was cool at night.
Fallen feather pine in front of the big clothes, breeze under the moon dream of the township chief.
Jiangcheng has been living in the habit for ten years, and there is no longer this old bed.
Note: Guifeng Mountain, Jiangmen
Yun Xuhun. He will go to Beijing to donate to the monastery
Floating clouds this and Keden climbing, white water line between the hidden temple.
The next life car dust empty good dreams, falling flowers and pond shadows idle for a lifetime.
Tanglin melon is familiar with who picks, Xiling Sheng Yu yu no crane back.
Mo Xiao raised his hand frequently, and Shao Ping returned to the Old Garden Pass.
Note: Jiangmen White Water Belt Mountain
Yun Xuhun. Send far
The old dengyun road is not open, and he Mengzi lingtai is still there.
The enemy of the boat stone is broken, and the wind blows against the geese to the tears of the guests.
The sunset is late autumn cold white hair, the mountain low autumn leaves are chaotic smoke.
After years of gull trails in the dusk water, a band of reeds and flowers are sad to return.
Yun Xuhun. Travel to Huaizuo
Wild guests chant poems, thousands of branches on the winding mountain road.
Autumn crimson leaves turn to spring, and dusk under the clouds is extremely faint.
After the past is like smoke and two hairs, the streamer is like water for a hundred years.
Bad hill a lot of dreams, people in other places are noble self-aware.
Yun Xuhun. Jinling Huaigu
The ancient Yangtze River does not end, and the smoke and water of the six dynasties shoot in the clouds.
Throw whips at the war spirit withered trees, sinking wells and red bars for the old palace.
Xuanwu Lake is now washing the old traces, and the Jingyang Bell has been tidal.
Rain flower outside the mountains and rivers tears, seventy years of doubtful dreams.
Yun Xuhun. Gusu Huaigu
The ringing corridor is empty and the pavilion is full of old folk songs.
Floating clouds dream of falling over the stream, hanging their eyes with Wu Nusha.
The sunset is barren and autumn is ancient, and the former red pink hates He Duo.
Chuchen elk now who persuades, only the five lakes are born of blue waves.
Yun Xuhun. Ling Wei Tai
At sunset, the clouds and geese do not return, and the west wind looks at the high platform.
The layers of mountains are separated by the north dome, and a stream of water flows east of the moon.
The dusters are strong all year round, and the flowers bloom in the depths of their dreams.
A hundred years of personnel are hanging out, and suddenly feel that the sideburns are like moss.
Yun Xuhun. Lishan
In the evening, the pavilion wind ripens wild peaches, and Huachi emptys the old dragon robe.
Leaving the palace, he smiled at the fire of the princes, and the Eight Immortals of the Feng Dao were on the gold list.
The stone urn hits the bell mountain bird silence, and the eternal life hates the dream wave.
The stories of the predecessors are now tearful, all at dusk and Artemisia.
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