Six indifferent poems: holding fireworks in hand to make a living, and poetry to seek love

In the spring rain, feel the poetry; in the tea, taste the fireworks of the world

"Wangjiang Nan , Transcendental Works"

Song SuShi

Spring is not old, and the wind is fine and the willows are oblique.

Try to watch on the transcendent stage, half a trench spring water a city of flowers.

Smoke and rain darken a thousand homes.

After the cold food, the wine woke up but consulted.

Hugh thinks of his homeland and tries new tea with a new fire.

Poetry and wine take advantage of the years.

Stopping the boat for a break is a firework in the world; the fragrance of lotus flowers in the moon is the poetry of life

"Linping Berthing Boat"

Yuan Huang Geng

The passenger boat is tied to the willow shade, and the lake shadow invades the canopy and the night is cool.

Ten thousand waves of light shake the moon shattered, one day the wind dew lotus flowers.

Hunting in the morning is the fireworks of the world; playing the piano and drums is poetry and far away

"Poetry Sutra : Female Chicken Song"

The female chicken chirps, and the soldier knows the dan.

Zi Xing night, the star has rotten.

Will soar, bow and goose.

Words add to it, and the son is appropriate.

It is advisable to drink alcohol and grow old with children.

Qinser is in the imperial palace, and it is not quiet.

The son of the knower comes, and the miscellaneous admiration is given to him.

Knowing the son's obedience, zagded to ask.

The good of the knower is rewarded with miscellaneous admiration.

The poetry of Lu You: watching the herons and listening to the frogs; the human fireworks of Lu You: drinking afternoon tea after sleeping

"Secluded Early Summer"

Song Lu you

The lake and mountain resorts are placed in the Weng family, and the wild path in the shade of the locust willow is oblique.

The water is full and sometimes the herons are watched, and the grass is deep and everywhere does not sound frogs.

The dragon has passed the bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen is still the first flower.

Sigh the old to make the old end, sleep to who share the afternoon tea.

For Zhu Dunru, the life of a fisherman's father is half poetic and half fireworks

"Good Things Near: Shake Your Head out of Red Dust"

Song Zhu Dunru

Shake your head out of the red dust, wake up drunk more seasonally.

Live in green and green, accustomed to frost and snow.

Late wind set fishing idle, up and down is the new moon.

Thousands of miles of water and sky are the same, and see the lonely Hongming extinction.

In the long years, in the ordinary fireworks world, to discover the poetry of the world

《First Sunny Tour canglang pavilion》

Song Su Shunqin

Night rain even next spring aquatic, delicate clouds thick warm cloud sunny.

The curtain is empty and the thin flowers and bamboo are quiet, and there are milk doves chirping relatively.