Partridge Days Ten Songs
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Alone in the rivers and lakes is not sad, the wind and rain let the drift.
Three thousand miles can be good, ninety steps to suffer losses.
Frost leaves fall, snowflakes fly. He stayed away and failed to return.
After several years of old age, his wife and children dreamed of thinking.
Landscape
The sunshine and green mountains are flying, and the white clouds invite me to appreciate the majesty of the mountains.
The cliff flowers are facing the red dust in the distance, and the green trees shake the wind and the birds and birds return.
Heaven testifies, earth as mediator. Spotted chicken cross-necked butterfly bee chase.
The mountain mood penetrates the bones of the immortals, and they want to embrace Luo Yi into the brocade.
Memories of youth
Hide his parents to tease the wind and invite friends to xiao xidong.
The sound of laughter spread into the mountains, and the blood searched for the Bishui Palace.
The sky is not old, the guest is like a bow, sitting alone in front of the window and asking the sky.
If the time can be turned back, then play the pond before the dragon.
Si Jun
Fallen leaves have fallen into the silent window, a glass of bitter wine against the light frost.
The ruthless wind blows far away, full of paper sorrow with moonlight.
The flowers withered, the willow branches were wounded, and the eyes looked at the tears from afar.
After drinking wildly, he dreamed of lovesickness, and woke up even more broken after getting drunk.
acacia
Lonely and severe winter nights do not sleep, the heart sinks to the river sky.
People are noisy in the city, and the moon is shining in the long pavilion and the willow shadow is cold.
In the morning fog, at the edge of the twilight clouds, amorous tears look at the sky.
Youth is buried in acacia, how many years of youth?
Mountain walk
Feet on the morning wind grass and trees new, deep in the clouds and smoke live mountain gods.
Qingliang Valley qi nourishes travelers, drunken eyes Lin Guangyi Quejun.
Wear the Green Valley, show the water. Leisure is more youthful.
The most affectionate is at the cliff, in front of the waterfall pool to forget the soul.
Wax moon idle
The moon wind is like cotton, and people are idle and greedy for wine glasses.
Looking back at the trail without oblique rain, the ideal future has a crown.
Plenty of food, more meals, cold plums bloom in front of the window.
The flowers are in the yellow sorghum dream, and the years are healthy and happy and sweet.
The grass is swallowed before the snow falls, and the two or two are leisurely entering the golden bottle.
Raise a glass to the silence of the empty mountain, and look at the plum half drunk.
Spend a few points, snow without dust. Plain heart jade bone like a skirt.
His face fluttered with the wind, and he thought of the person on the pillow of the heavenly cliff.
Shan Weng
The fog is deep in the sky and the twilight is deep, and the empty mountains are silent and dark.
The sound of the bright moon is startling, and the flute smoke moves the night birds.
Three guests, one return to the heart. Clear tea small wine is as old as gold.
Do not think about the old things to accompany the old mountain, sit alone in the clouds to play the ancient and modern.
Build snowmen
Count nine winds cold white butterflies, mountain ong small wine leisure.
There are turnip cabbage plates, and bacon sausages are all on the table.
Ride on the falling snow and eat more. After half a pot, the red crown is revealed.
The people in front of the wine and blood piled up, looking childish like a teenager.
About the author: I am an ordinary bricklayer in the mountains of Zhangjiajie, and after falling out of junior high school, I began to walk away from my hometown and eat a hundred meals. Dealing with sand ash all day, away from Wen Mo.
Since a few years ago, I had a smartphone, made headlines, was attracted by poetry, and began to travel. Influenced by the headline lovers of poetry, I love poetry even more. Whether it's good or not, I insist on it every day and have been there so far.