[Contemporary Poets Wing Chun] Season 3
Jiang Lan: Miscellaneous chants in the spring of the calendar year
About the Author
Jiang Lan, male, born in 1968, from Xinyang City, Henan Province. Chinese, he has a master's degree in classical literature at Minmin University, and has worked for the All-China Federation of Trade Unions in education, science, culture, health and sports. He is currently the deputy director of the editorial department of poetry journal, the deputy editor-in-chief of "Chinese Dictionary", and the consultant of Yunfan Poetry Friends Association. He is the author of the old style poetry anthology "Drinking River Collection" and "Xiangying Collection - Selected Poems of Six People".
Five absolute
Spring Twilight
The green outside the door is heavy, and the warblers are crying for flowers.
How to wake up drunk, long is the day will be oblique?
farewell
Linqi waved his hand, and his eyes were extremely troubled.
In this early spring night, the light is as soft as water.
Three tung flowers
Long memories meet the day, the purple tung flowers are blooming.
And now that the flowers are about to fall, where can we hope to come?
At noon on campus day, the shadows of the trees are intertwined.
The winding path is quietly deserted, and the tung flowers are falling on their own.
Under the dim street lights, the cars and horses went silent.
But when I saw the tung flowers falling, I listened to myself in the middle of the night.
Occasionally seen in the early morning
The car in front of the building is full of purple tung flowers.
The master refused to sweep and drove to whose house?
Village residence
The east wind rises at the end of the ping, and the water on the pool melts.
How much hate comes in the spring, it's all in the wicker.
Mr. Guan Baixueshi", "Li River Rain Ji"
There are many spring trees by the river, and the rain is as green as a wash.
Flocks of ospreys are at the bow of the ship, flapping their wings and flying.
Jiashen weighed more than the Shaolin Temple in April
The monk died and left the new pagoda, and the mountain was still white.
Idle from the cemetery, lonely and cruel spring.
Kasuga crossed Donggu to visit the Ancestral Hall of the Wang Family, where the Tomita Incident occurred
The old camphor of the homeland, the empty garden of dangui flowers.
Hugh taught the flower to explain the language, and one day to the west.
Pass by Yangjialing to see the vegetable garden that Mao Zedong planted
The peach blossoms on the ridge are beautiful, and the willows by the river are new.
With the fence against the old garden, the long memory of the hoe man.
Yi Weichun rained over the Jingting Mountain Ecological Park Zhan Taibai like its "Sitting Alone jingting Mountain" original rhyme
The resort is high and the wind is idle.
You should also not get tired of listening, and the twilight rain sprinkles the empty mountain.
The Spring Festival in Miaochuan for more than ten days of drinking and almost no waste of day drama
Am I a cupfinder? Cups to be safe and rejectable!
Mo smiled and leaned forward, still able to hold his girlfriend.
In the early morning, I went from Zhuozhou to Beijing on my way to work
At the nest of the tree, the spring flag is hung with branches.
If the flowers bloom like faith, the magpie is the most prophetic.
Seven absolutes
Three spring chants of peach blossoms
When the spring is cold and drizzling, light red loves small peach branches.
And now that there is no place to be found, who is the same flower that blossoms?
Is it a rich flower on earth? Rhymes with a cold mountain home.
It can be windy and rainy in March, and it is easy to drift to the end of wild water.
It is rumored that there are peach capitals in the sky, and the flowers of the four seasons shine on the Nine Heavens.
Imagine the golden rooster announcing the dawn, a round of red sunrise east.
Folding
After a few storms, the spring was broken, and suddenly I felt a thick shade covering the painting column.
To ask for news from the terrestrial, I plucked a branch in the middle of the night to see.
Spring
The rain in Beijing in March is misty, and the sound of nine strange cars is like a dream.
Suddenly, spring has arrived, and the wind shakes and clangs.
In late March, he was on a business trip to Henan
The cold breeze is still lingering, and the flowers in March are still not blooming.
Who's planting a row of willow? Seduce the spring breeze first.
Spring Miscellaneous Songs
(i)
The northern country yang spring like a girl, shy and unwilling to change into new clothes.
But he dressed up in front of the lamp and broke his intestines at first sight.
(ii)
Listen to the sound of rain at night at the screen window, and look upstairs to see the first sunshine.
A few more willows were lifted against the wind, reporting that the spring light had entered Beijing.
The sun screens are clear, and the small altar flowers are illuminated.
The master was lying tall, and the sound of swallows came from the beam.
Grass Pond june day, the day long light rain lighter than smoke.
Some people slept high in the yang, listening to the spring warblers and listening to the cicadas.
Listen to the guzheng music at night
The sound of geese falling high on the sand, the spring rain swept the shore obliquely.
Tonight I heard the Jun Guzheng song, and the empty teaching lyricist recalled the years.
Untitled
Remembering the Immortal Prince Qiao, a hundred years of heart can not be eliminated.
The flute is blown every day in the spring, and it is like the east wind wants to twilight.
The Summer Palace was painted in March
Wen Dao Yi Garden is good in March, and frequently come here to lean on the railing.
How many times do the lakes and mountains disappear? The flowers fall and the warblers are spring and broken.
It was made in Beijing in March
In March, the weeping yang did not sprout, and the capital gate looked at the wind and sand.
I know that there is no spring on the plug, and the air makes tourists feel old.
Remember the moon night and smell the flute
Bamboo forest dripping green wild begonia flowers, trees old crow spring moon oblique.
Who is the lonely and loud flute of the independent street people?
Golden Valley Garden
The famous garden of the ancient country is Luo Waterfront, and the water flow and flowers are even more unmanned.
How much cui'e complained about the spring wind, and was lonely and negative for Shi Jilun that year.
Wuchang Ancient Meaning
Bachu looked away one by one, and fireworks spread all over the building in March.
If there is hatred every year, do not understand where the hatred comes from.
Poplar flower
In April, Shaoguang is different, red like rain.
Yang Hua is also a sad guest? The east wind will not return.
Towards Mount Wutai
The sunset is cold and autumnal, and the bells are not endless.
There are endless willows under the cool mountain, but how much sorrow is the spring breeze?
Remember dreams
The hidden red wall of the moon is half oblique, and the sycamore deep courtyard is the home.
Several times in the dream bitter memories, like a number of flowers with affection.
Spring Thunder
The universe is almost uneven, and the sky is like thundering.
Near the window is strange to sleep, this is the first sound of spring.
The pale yellow willow is gentle, and the willow wuwa sings Cantonese praise.
A Yang Hua rose in the sky, and no one explained that it was spring sorrow.
Huai Shang evening look
The green trees are long and the river is thousands of miles in spring, and the sun-slanted gulls and herons are half floating and sinking.
Where does the leaf of the boat go? The sound of rolling is not to be found.
Spring is the scene
The southern geese returned to the purple plug, and the wind gusted yellow sand.
It is cold but the spring comes early, and I admire the apricot blossoms in cotton clothes.
Ace Unitary April Tour Botanical Garden Miscellaneous
Tall trees bloom and flowers race kapok, accustomed to wearing white armor to fight spring cold.
Weeping Yang Man learns to dance with a thin waist, and in April the capital belongs to magnolia.
The famous garden flowers and trees cleared Shao, and the scholars and women wandered around the countryside.
There are beautiful people patrolling under the magnolia, and the dress seems to be in the clouds.
Spring twilight to Foshan through the Shonan Mountains
Ancient green mountains plug the heavens and the earth, and a few flocks of white ducks dot the pond.
Buju I would like to go down to the forest and fall asleep with the fragrance of flowers.
Jiayuan Sanli Bridge Spring Lookout
Every time a child crosses the small bridge, he suddenly frightens the dark strips of spring.
Middle-aged embraces no sense, willows frantically stir themselves.
Xin Yichun took a train from Beijing to Ji'an on the way to Ji'an
Wild peaches blossom when they get gas, which manages the end of the mountains and the end of the water.
Shine the guest's heart as warm as promised, idly watching the light rain spinning into yarn.
Half a life does not understand the taste of home, in the world to talk with the ocean maple.
The green mountains feel cold, and the warmth is peach blossoms.
View the Sea of Bamboo on the way down the Jinggang Mountain
Lian Feng is depressed and full of gloom, like playing a sheng gong and falling between the blues.
Thank you very much to the virtuous landlord, and advise people to pass by the temporary fence.
A noon Spring Festival
The sky was dark and sad, and the smog had not yet been collected on this night.
But I was afraid that I would not know the road in the spring, and the fireworks would shine all night in Shenzhou.
On March 14th, from Beijing to Chongqing, returning to Yongchuan, Bo Twilight stayed at the Tea Mountain Zhuhai China Tea Art Villa, and watched the sunset by the window
One
The Chinese pavilion leans on the twilight sky, and the window is quiet against the sunset red.
The poem is as clear as promised, and people are in the sea of tea mountains and bamboo.
Two
People are scattered in the water, and The twilight is lightly cooked and looked fascinated.
Who reads me? The sunset always looks back.
Three
Yongchuan China Tea Art Villa gets up early to watch the mountain by the window
The mountain bird woke up before crying, and the roller blinds were in a trance in Yaotai.
The whole city is locked by white clouds, and the spring breeze cannot be opened.
It was night when I returned to Beijing from Chengdu
The night of the return of thousands of miles is long, and the spring is as cold as water soaking clothes.
Outside the willow silk of the green lantern alley, the full moon is like an egg yolk.
Go through garden village to pick peaches
The green soaking river turns late, and the flowers do not hate the time of fang.
Through the forest I want to find a good sentence, as if the nectarine has just fallen off the branch.
Ding You's spring day weighed over the Hanshan Temple Miscellaneous Chants
The water outside the Hanshan Temple is leisurely, and the willow pile smoke hides the painting building.
Twenty spring and autumn fingers have passed, and the young head is no longer there.
Hanging on the canal side of the ancient temple, negative hand Jiangnan April day.
Not afraid of the flowers laughing and spotting, still falling a green shirt.
April willow flowers flying in the sky, how can you still sleep alone at this moment?
The old bell I hit myself gently, intending to summon the poet out of the passenger ship.
Four
Do you know that a pear blossom is an apricot blossom? Delicate as a heavenly female cage light yarn.
There were monks standing on the side of the lotus platform, looking back several times to peek at her.
Five
The Maple Bridge is still close to the iron bell pass, and the lone passenger ship of that year is not seen.
Swallows fly willows, and a river of spring water illuminates the fence.
Six
How many spots in the Spring River are light and light? Milk swallows shuttle through the wicker.
I also listened to Zhong Sleepless, Huaijun went to the Maple Bridge alone.
Miaochuan Spring Festival chants
The Spring Festival posted lanterns and gradually felt that the Atmosphere of the New Year was strong.
Before the sunset has all set, the fireworks have long been chaotic.
The people in the mountains have a strong taste of the year, and the light cooking town surrounds the peaks every day.
The feast of the Dynasty is like flowing water, and the Lantern Festival is not over.
Spring in Wushu is a view of the rear window of the Shijiazhuang Summer Palace Hotel
The courtyard is light and draped like a yarn, and the Curved Pond Ming extinguishes the Banqiao slope.
There are passengers wandering around the car for a long time, how many flowers do you know about the idle steps?
I have occasionally seen Baiyangdian in the spring tour of Haihai
The lake is full of years, and the spring is still half prosperous.
The sound of the boat passing by, when I saw a wild fly.
Over zhengding Rongguo mansion
Good dreams in the world are too hurried, and once the Guidian Lan Palace is empty.
The begonias in Xifu are as green as a cover, and the flowers bloom in the spring wind.
Spring tour to Fenglong Mountain
Green dyes empty mountains to ancient moss, and there are flowers blooming inadvertently.
Everything in Yangchun is arranged, and only tourists are waiting for tourists to come.
In April, I visited the Zhengding Buddhas' Temple
The tuotuo is too thin and tall, sitting on the floating butchers lonely.
Speaking of the ancient city of Sang Maritime, sandalwood flowers rain for a while.
Tea tasting at Longxin Tea Garden
Spring mountain drizzle light car, come to taste Longxintou Dao tea.
In April, Jiangnan is everywhere good, and the window is just right for the purple tung flower.
Note: Fellow Mr. Xiong Dongao jokingly called those who first arrived at Longxin Tea Garden the first tea, and those who revisited the tea as the second tea.
The community occasionally passes the peach tree in the spring
Last year, at the top of the main stem, tens of thousands of pressed branches were still blooming.
The wind is blowing high, and the bees are competing for incense.
He first visited xiongwen academy in the spring
Liu Shu flew well when he traveled, and the whip pointed to Gu Xiongzhou.
Attentive April net street rain, customers to the door still did not receive.
I have traveled to Baiyang to look at the people on the island in the spring
Birds fly big dian blue clouds high, smoke willow wind pu long board bridge.
There were already villages in the ancient world, and the old shrew guarded the present dynasty.
Gengzi spring evening look
Falling wood Xiao Xiao made it cool at night, and the small standing in front of the window was facing the slanting sun.
Looking at the clouds, I didn't feel the growth of sighs, how many white clothes were like crossing the river.
Spring dawn work community occasionally
Who cuts the silk flowers? When the spring break comes again, deceive people again.
The wind shook several times: this time it was really peach blossoming!
Miscellaneous poems
In late April, shuko went to Yuci to attend the inauguration ceremony of the Jinshang Poetry Calligraphy and Painting Research Institute
April is a beautiful scenery, and the flock is full of branches.
Are jujube flowers afraid of cold? Spring is late alone.
The valley is difficult to arrive in spring, and the cliffs are cold like iron.
Who does Ewha know? Still open as snow.
(iii)
Peony is not as good as Xia, and peony medicine is more exaggerated when the order is hugh.
The mountains and rivers are infinitely beautiful, and the tung flowers are acacia flowers after they bloom.
(iv)
The wind is ashamed of Meng Xiangyang, and the donkey recites poems with snow fragrance.
Spring Twilight also went by train, and the tung flowers shone like a thousand windows like the sea.
(5)
The train whistled over a thousand mountains, and Li Bai was full of peach and red.
What's wrong with the window? Bloom to the locust blossoms in spring.
Locust Flower Song
The locust blossoms are full of fragrance.
Tourists are in groups of flowers, and butterflies and flowers wander among themselves.
Qian, who brewed locust flower wine, came to Huai An Guoli together.
The locust flowers fall and the spring is twilight.
I don't know where spring is going, but I see locust flowers floating all over the road.
When will the fragrant car BMW come? Always mistaken by the wind and rain.
Mr. Guan Baixueshi", "Spring River Boat"
Smoke and rain misty March day, peach blossom trees under the good stop boat.
Wandering away from the fisherman's daughter, I could hear the singing over there.
Under the peach forest in the evening, the moon is as thin as yarn.
When The Three More Drunks woke up, the boats were full of flowers.
Late spring tour of shidu miscellaneous chants
Qing Qing rejected the Ma River, suspected to be jade for the brave.
Looking bright as practice, the upper and lower lights flickered.
Swords are near and far, and the beach trees are like ink.
There is no noise, only the leaves are yellow.
This is a good knot, and I am honored with Lin Quannuo.
Sit alone under the tung flowers and swim between the world and the earth.
The wind and sun are quiet, and no one seems to be idle.
Empty Mountain Lefo Temple, far away from the ancient crossing.
There is a road in front of the door, how many people are coming?
The mountain is as thin as a sword and towers into the clouds.
Don't dare to go over, the wind will blow down.
Where does the cliff hang? Look up at only the blue sky.
I wanted to ascend to the top, sighing for no reason.
(6)
As a guest farm yard, Qingshan is accompanied on all sides.
The meal will be dispersed, and it will not be returned.
(vii)
How many cliffs do you have? Dozens of deep hidden ones.
Open a small courtyard by the mountain and enjoy the flowers of the four hours.
(viii)
Hustle and bustle hate the city, loneliness loves mountains and rivers.
Occasionally come to ten ferry tours, the mood is idle.
The sound of the river goes to the dream, and the mountains sit and watch.
Xiao Ran lived all day long, like an immortal on the ground.
(IX)
Under the blue window of the feast, pass the cup in the sunset.
The peaks are just opposite, covering up like a screen.
(x)
I love Camel Peak and sit opposite all day.
They were speechless, and the kirito flowers were sleepy.
(xi)
The sun shines far away from the mountains, and the wind blows like a yarn.
Found but not seen, looking at the end of the world.
(xii)
There is a grotto on the cliff, and it is said that it is the cave of the mountain god.
For no reason, I was afraid to rest.
(xiii)
Stalagmites are really like bamboo shoots, zhuo likong mountain.
I want to hold the pen, and the book is full of anger.
(xiv)
With a stick of incense in his hand, he came to the Lefo Temple.
Why ask for something? My heart is no longer stagnant.
(xv)
Nuwa made up for the day after the day, and left the stone in this mountain.
Trance like Li Taibai, drunk and unknown years.
(xvi)
Shidu Letter is secluded, swim and perched.
The hotel is halfway up the mountain, and the trend is in line with Wanfeng.
Looking around At He Qingkuang, it was like a cloud.
White clouds flutter like silk, and green mountains show like flags.
The reflection is a long river, and the water flows from the river.
Three or two tourists passed, and the birds cried all day long.
The scenery is illusory, and the mountain gods are lonely.
I would like to be with you for a thousand years.
(xvii)
The isolated pavilion leans on the empty mountain, and the light is as clear as Xu Han.
Looking down at Camel Peak, the trance has been a thousand years.
(xviii)
Outside the peaks of the human language group, between the ancient crossings of the Moon Ming Dynasty.
It was a dream, and he was in Wulingyuan.
(XIX)
Camel Peak down the road, tung flowers eight or nine trees.
When the night is full of clear light, where is the acacia?
(xx)
I used to listen to "Yang Jiajian" and taste Mu Kezhai.
Passing through Is It Yafi? Vastly separated from generations.
Dangerous peaks within easy reach, since ancient times are really dangerous.
Remembering Mu Guiying from afar, he was the commander of the national frequency.
Useless to shame students, here three times to worship.
Xin Weichun passed through the tomb of King Chen Si in Dong'a County
Long sleep alone in the mountains, dry grass barren hazel around the tomb more.
I remember coming late to see the Sky, and the afterglow is still all over the Yellow River.
Jingluo has returned for a thousand years, and the tomb door is still oblique to the sun.
The mountains and rivers are far away, and the spring of heaven and earth is even more tragic.
The clouds of the Yellow River in Biling are faint, and the birds of red walls and green trees fly.
The scenery here is good, and it does not live up to the eyebrows that were raised before he was born.
Yuan Xiang did not end his tears, and the wind and rain were long and sad for Song Yuqiu.
Relying on the fish mountain, it can bury the sorrow of the country for a hundred years.
The carved dragon endowed the beauty with chanting, and the embroidered tiger is famous for who can be?
Leaning on the peak and listening to the Brahma, one should have mercy on each other.
Fusheng only wishes to be a poet, and the long road has finally taught this grave.
Listen to the rain together who is down the hill? Let go of the still big riverside.
The eight buckets of astonishing talent have no life, and the three moves of the fiefdom will have neighbors.
Turning over the laughter is the beauty of the brother's paper, and then the bottom thing is abandoned like dust?
Five laws
Spring Night of the Institute of Labor Movement
Spring nights are as cool as water, and locust flowers are fragrant.
The campus has been silent, and the lights have turned faint.
Helplessly, the good day is short, but the path is long.
Wandering in the moonlight, dew wet clothes.
Moonlight
If you don't drink fangchun wine, it is difficult to dispel the long night of sorrow.
With whom to look at the bright moon? Leaning alone on a tall building.
There are few pedestrians in the street market, and the Tianhe River listens to the flow of water.
The single clothes are too thin, and the wind and dew are cold in autumn.
Wing Chun
The old garden is at dusk in March, and the ten miles of purple tung flowers.
People sit between the flowers, and the road slopes from the flowers.
The incense is warm as a dream, and the night is as thin as yarn.
Long hate flowers bloom day, every year is not at home.
Climb the Beacon Tower of Lishan Mountain
On the Great Wall, how many beacon towers?
Pity no beauty care, buried Ren Artemisia.
The wind is still smiling, and the spring cold is hiding.
Kill and restore the country, and mourn for the king in the end.
Bingshen went to Gongyi to participate in the ceremony of praying poetry and sainthood of poets from all over the world
Sandalwood incense is swirling, and zhu dian looks up to Saga.
Large-scale Qingfeng frame, Gaolin Yellow Sparrow Song.
Who is immortal? Ten thousand volumes of letters are hard to grind.
Looking back at the princes, the waves of emptiness passed.
Chengshen Chunri climbed Chen Ziang's reading desk
How many encounters have the poets encountered? Empty chant "Feelings" chapter.
In the event of the Ding Revolution, it is difficult to keep the road!
The trees are strong and the mountains are fierce, and the water in the Taigao River is cold.
The Slovaks still hold the scroll and reminisce about the year of reading.
He wanted to travel to the DPRK from Dandong on the spring day of haihai, but he did not succeed
The old fortress is broken, and the border city is thick.
How many terrifying waves? No obstruction of the flow of the river.
I also plan to take the spring to talk about outbound travel.
Customs finally did not allow it, and the water was frozen.
He has crossed the Ruins of the Rainbow Bridge in the Wujiang River on a spring day with a white stone of Huaijiang
In the oblique photo of the broken bridge, it is difficult to find old smoke waves.
The curved swamp duckweed is full, and the camphor is sandwiched between the shores.
The whistle refuses to disperse, how many times has the lyricist been?
Jun looked at Huayan Pagoda, like a person who was still bitter.
Seven laws
Spring is a day of nostalgia
The east wind is as warm as smoke, idly chasing the warblers to the water's edge.
Spring to every year seems to have a covenant, and there is no cause for worrying about the coming day.
Want to plant willows to invite the bright moon, alone on the mountains and rivers to think of the ancients.
I don't know how to use it, but now I feel more energetic.
The years are easy and stumbling, and it is already the spring full of courtyard sand.
Outside the door, the sun is high and the flowers are heavy, and the willow wind warms the birds.
The small garden rogues are still treated, and the distant water is like a trick.
Towards the evening Linchi, I suddenly felt sorry for myself and lay down to watch the cool moon cross the Tianhe River.
Reminiscence tour
Taste the immortal jasper reels, acacia re-ascend the Chilan Bridge.
A river of smoke and water is handed over in vain, and the ancient warblers and flowers are accompanied by loneliness.
Now that he is too cheap, the article is so boring.
The empty mountain is still white clouds, and the emptiness is deeply like the Six Dynasties.
The sole general Chun hates the Spring Dynasty, and Ji Pu Cang remembers the painting of the radius.
Flying flowers are still eye-catching, but the slight rain will produce tide.
Carrying the pot to pass yuan Anshe, turning his head and overhearing where is the flute?
The sound of the waves is far away, and the sunset still shines on the willow bridge.
Visit the Botanical Garden in April past the Cao Xueqin Memorial Hall
Too vain to break the dream of the Red Chamber, it is difficult to find Huangye Village in the world.
The empty pavilion is lonely in spring, and the guests of Fangyuan are scattered in the dusk.
The great chapter casts a thousand years of people, and the ambition to destroy the wine is a bottle.
The flowers bloom in the wind and rain, and fall like the sea to mourn the soul of poetry.
Because of Mr. Shen Peng's poetry seminar, he has visited The Dajue Temple in Xishan
Light cars flew to Yangtai, and Tribeson opened up.
The temple has been a monument for thousands of years, and the art is the best of the best.
Magnolia will spit cold Jule, ginkgo biloba empty crane will not come.
Only the spirit spring is as thin as a line, and the yu deep courtyard lingers for a long time.
Bafang Poets will meet In Jinghua, and in March Yangtai will visit the apricot blossoms.
The opening and falling is hurried like escaping the world, and the sorrow is trivial and adds tea.
The situation is more happy than the upper court, gossip old travel club everyone.
With the hanging disciple Zeng Sanghai sighed, and Chunshan waved his hand to the west.
Pass through the Xishan Dajue Temple to send Zhang Jie's predecessors
The ancient temple of Treadchun gathered high sages and enjoyed the sound of cranes flying for nine days.
If you want to see the platform again, I am happy to accompany the old man to linger.
Flowers bloom in the wilderness with yellow ears, and willows reflect the cold mountains to put paper kites.
Pre-Bu lin spring returned to the hidden place, Xiao Ran did not look like middle age.
One day after the Qingming Dynasty, I passed through the Zhaojin Memorial Hall in the Revolutionary Base Area of Shaanxi and Gansu
The mountains and rivers have changed their appearance, and the high pavilion has stood for nine days.
Every year of fear dissipates the strength of the people, and hangs the sages from the past.
In the middle of the night, the lights at the bottom of the trees are still bright, and the blood of the years is still burning.
The most is clear and easy to be sad, and the white flowers endlessly surround the Copper River.
On April 12, heavy snow suddenly fell on the north terrace of the town
Don't quit the spring, the squad is also fast to find poetry!
Who expected Qing'e to be happy, and even more urged the white snow to go down to Yaotai.
Han Linton as Qiong Lin color, Ya Shi Ping Add Hao Shi Huai.
The defeat is deep and empty, and at this time, it is always difficult to cut the sadness and joy.
In March, Hechen passed through the tomb of Yang Guifei in Masong Town, Xingping County, Shaanxi Province
After the Sixth Army was dispatched, there was little noise, and it was necessary to see that the lone soul had fallen asleep.
Looking at the same cloud to cover the Shu Road, sitting on the snow falling on Qin Guan.
How many times has the sudden elevation been regretted? The Emperor will eventually donate.
A thousand years of empty labor said long hate, beauty Andebi Jiangshan!
In the early spring of The Great Wild Goose Pagoda, pass by Ci'en Temple
The wild goose pagoda title celebrity has gone, leaving the wild goose pagoda old wind dust.
The white-clad dogs gather and disperse, and the mangrove trees and green mountains return to spring in autumn.
Who says after a thousand years? Dream back to the end of the ancient moon blind date.
The bronze man and jade horse are really fake, and the eaves iron is tinkling and hearing itself.
In the rain will be Liyang heavy Gurudwara TaibaiLou
How many times did you swim in Lishang that year? Thousands of remnants of this building remain.
Large trees and verdants protect the poetry country, and the cornices suddenly press the river.
The three spring grievances of the yuyu flute, the desert Yanghua will eventually be sad.
If you want to return to the garden, you can stay in the wind and rain.
On the dam of the Daxi Reservoir, look at Cai Yong's reading desk
Looking at the ordinary mound, how many thousands of autumns after Zhonglang farewell?
Haruka pity spring by the lake, try to take Wen Ji mo upstream.
Straight people turn over the disaster, and the Qingcai is just right to worry.
The scenery by the reading desk is good, and the willows fly all over the head.
He has crossed the Great Wall of Dandong Ton Hu Mountain in the spring
The Great Wall is still winding, and the cliff is really the same as the tiger plate.
Looking at Zhu Ming's empty water, he groaned and fell into the sky.
The Nine-Sided Dynasty was not a general, and the Du hated si people for killing Yuan by mistake.
Suddenly the sad wind was blowing, and the spring mountain was too depressed in April.
The Great Temple of Juanzhou is the Gurudwara Bian Que Temple
The ancient Qi Huang walked alone, and You Qin was jealous of the villain.
What about coming back to life? There is a tomb buried in the hometown.
The great temple is equipped with famous doctors, and Gao Liu is still arched with affection.
I came to dress up and prostrate three times, and I was worried about Yang Hua's way back.
ancientry
Kasuga rode through the long street to see lilacs and was already happy
Purple flowers are small and dot the sides of the road. Invisible in the dark, passing by seems to smell incense. The carriages and horses went to the noise, and the pedestrians hurried themselves. Will you invite the blue eyes to chat to repay the spring light?
Idle flowers are unknown, relatively leisurely. Smelling lilacs, it is sad for no reason. The Yi people are at the end of the sky, and the long road is bitterly staring. In this case, the three spring rains did not accept it.
The teenager read "Rain Lane" and remembered the lilac. Dreams are all yi people, empty tears. The flowers are full of flowers, and the spring is fragrant. What is the only thing to do? Gaunt reduced radiance.
Xin Jiaochun passed through the Qingyuan Harvesting Style and felt the sense of the Wen Tianxiang Grand Ceremony of the Public Festival
Plain Lu Gong is there, And The Tang Dynasty can die? Song Zuo Lai Wen Shan, although full of glory. Shenzhou has many disasters, and the people's morale is bitterly destroyed. Dan Xinqin guarded, and the dragon flying road was long.
Spring tour of the Summer Palace
Ten mile Summer Palace, love the lake on the embankment. Spring peach blossoms, illuminating the eyes make people fascinated. Weeping willows are scattered like lines, and the herbs are hen. The windward double swallow dance, the warbler across the water crying. The intestines are broken and no one listens, and the tourists themselves are stuffing.
Le Ting nectarine
Le Ting spring twilight, thin cold through the jacket. What a festival, you have to taste the peach of Le Ting. The clouds are greenhouses, and the red halo is like a stroke. The entrance is unbearable to eat, and it seems to be dissipated for a long time. The whiskers are full of plates, and the fragrance is still wafting. Taoxiang is really not ashamed, Wuling He Zuhao?
Gengchen Spring Festival Village Juxiaowang
Four pheasants sing, and a thousand families want to know in spring. After the new snow, it is good to take a leisurely walk. The hut is frosted white, and the pine needles are small. There are no fish in the clear stream, and the deep bamboo is dark and the birds are crying. Outside the sunrise cooking smoke, the clouds fly in groups. Only suspected to be The River, and andrew this middle-aged.
Hometown spring reminiscences
Primrose is the cherry blossom early, and the spring grass has begun to wither. Why is this the case? It's not good to hold me in my arms. Ignorant but remembering when I was a teenager, it was too few to see each other a hundred times. Seeing that the adults were not around, I stole cherries to taste full. Poor few empty branches, the wind blowing fine leaves green. I wonder if this tree is still there? Sighing Zhu Yan gradually withered. The ear seems to hear the lone warbler crying, and the cherry blossoms fall, who sweeps it?
There is Huai Li Shutong in the Jinmen Gate
In April, I passed through the Jinmen gate and leisurely remembered the people. The former residence is unseemly, and the wicker by the river is new. The demeanor is still zhangxu, and the talent is like Xu Xun. Born in the uncle's life, he must not meditate for a long time. Karma sea before the debt, lotus pond certificate after the body. How to destroy all fates and return to sorrow and joy on the verge of death?
Over the Mausoleum
Immortals are not difficult to cause, and what labor is asked for. If you can do what you want, you can finally travel in the ninth heaven. The bottom thing is buried in the bones, and the soil is still a hill. The hills are depressed, how many fangs know? The cypress is like a guard, standing on a high slope. The trail can still be up, nai this iron net Ho! Spring wheat covers the flat domain, and spring birds speak like shuttles. The land is secluded and quiet, and the day is long and weary. Recite his "Autumn Wind Words" and sing sad songs when he is old. Good life is a great virtue, and it is a love of killing and injuring heaven and earth. Folding life is more blessed, and an aunt can be obtained. In only the six provinces, where to cross the waves of robbery?
On March 19, I got up in the morning to watch the snow
Yesterday, in the nine days of the dream, qionghua ten thousand trees bloomed. The immortals left me to drink, and they did not intend to return. At the dawn of the roller blinds, the eyes are still covered. The group of buildings is like a jade wat, Lin Li He Zhuangya! The white clouds are as smooth as practice, and they linger with the wind. The cars are silver-plated and lined up on the side of the road. There are poplars in front of the window, and there is a big locust in the distance. They are dressed in the shape of a silken robe, floating out of the dust. Looking around at the non-human world, he hesitated in Yaotai.
In the middle of March morning, I was occasionally feeling on the way to send my son to school
Drive a small three-wheeler and send your child to school. The spring cold is like cotton, and the mask is worn to prevent smog. The child sits on his lap, and the school bag hangs on the chair. The fog dissipated and the sky was clear to hear the whistle of pigeons. Looking through the long street, the city has been loud. Quite afraid to cross the narrow alley, the big car struggled. Looking close to the school gate, childish and noisy. Falling to the ground with more poplar flowers, it is another year.
The ancient city wall of The Restoration of The Spring Day of Wushu
It is as if the arch of the night rises, and the ancient city suddenly appears in the white clouds. The east wind blew me up to the city, and the spring light filled my eyes. The peach is open and the vermilion powder is too crowded. There are many sycamores in people's homes, and the willow-edged swallows are flying endlessly. The tung flowers and willows are vast, and the high walls look back at the mixed sorrows and joys. Fan Bai Yu Floating Figure is there, turning his arm to find Yu Wu to go.
Spring night to Liyang Gurudwara Taibai Building
Daimyo can't go away, and Sezumi is still leisurely. Where the tiger groaned, Saga saw this building. Spring deep Jia muhe, dim light small courtyard. If you are pouring wine, who can stay in the poetry? A cup of vain sprinkled on the ground, a thousand years of bitter gaze. Bear with the small jade hook, miserable and full of sorrow.