Selected poems| people swim in the clouds and darkness, paying for the jade light of The Fen

"Seven Absolutes: Journey East"

Text/Sue

The first tender little picky branches are pretty, and the raccoon likes to flow wind and rain.

A bowl of thick green night moon, East Lian model Bixing Lake.

"Seven Absolutes: Sending Summer and Autumn"

Wen/Chuanba idler

A curtain of drizzle and wind, a few pieces of residual flowers remain in the summer dream.

In July, the cicadas cry out the willows, and the leaves of the sycamores fall in the golden autumn.

"Remembrance of Jiangnan Spring"

Text/East Side

The east wind arrives, and the willow dances.

The flowers in the courtyard are fragrant and attract butterflies, and the pavilions and platforms are connected.

Spring color intoxicating the field.

"Seven Absolutes and Summers"

Text/Winter Feather

The weather is hot and hot, and it is time for the office to sign another autumn.

The sound of cicadas gradually faded into a cold wind, as if to complain of a faint sorrow.

"Five Laws of Sorrow and Autumn"

Text/Dajiang

The earth enters the autumn of sorrow, and the yellow veil wraps the oasis.

Qun Yan left the North Pavilion and went up to the West Building alone.

The cold rain is annoying, and the cool breeze is worrying.

It is difficult to find the flowers and colors, only the intestines are full of sorrow.

"Seven Laws: Sitting Alone in Early Spring"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Du will be the village wine wet pottery towel, look at Lin Quan to remember the past.

I know that the warm wind is infinitely good, and it is turned into a willow thirty spring.

Feelings of loneliness and slanting sun in the evening, phenology bustling weather new.

The most sentimental and pitiful guest, full of sorrow to whom Chen.

"Water Dragon Yin: Spring In the End of the World"

The end of the world is full of spring, and the grass color of dusk is heavy.

The sound of Du Yu, the long pavilion flying feathers, teach people to panic.

Flowers are falling, sycamores are new green, and the windows are shaking.

I remember the tears in my eyes at that time, the sad parting, the thinness of love, what is the use.

Helpless to fall asleep. There is no trace, and it is shocked back to the Tang and Song Dynasties.

The Red Chamber is still the same, the Blue Bridge Road is far away, and this situation is shared.

The midnight wind is cold, and now it is blowing, and sorrow is blowing.

People across the river, Mo used a sad tune to sing "Plum Blossom Lane".

"Qing Ping Le Gui Qian"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The incense drifted like a mist, wet to the depths.

Ask the sweetheart and well-behaved rabbit, why did Wu Gang cut down the tree?

Spider silk is woven with enmity, and the sound of insects sings the spring and autumn.

How many green plum bamboo horses, standing at the head of the building this evening.

"Qing Ping Le · Looking Back"

Youth hurts, and most of them are ambitious.

The white-haired green shirt was in the wind and rain, and the rest of his life was ruined.

A few glasses of village wine poured out of sorrow, and I did not dare to go upstairs when I was sad.

Afraid to look at the rivers and mountains, drifting a lonely boat.

"Qing Ping Le Na Liang"

Gently shake the folding fan, the stars and moons turn with the wind.

Mo Dao's acacia was difficult to break, and a dream tilted the river Han.

How many people in ancient and modern times are worried, and the rivers and rivers are still leisurely.

Half a volume of idle books under the pillow, turned over is not the Red Chamber.

"Qing Ping Le Chongyang Thoughts"

With the tall goose is small, the eyes are broken.

Ask where the country is good, a piece of reeds is white.

Dusk is not oblique, listening to the clouds spread over the mountains.

Whoever borrows the nostalgia away, the wind blows the fallen leaves.

《Qing Ping Le, Scatter Heart》

Spring will be halfway through, and the spring words will be sighed in vain.

Want to send tourists idle to see, but also afraid of the east wind blowing away.

Keli loves the mountain village the most, and several smoke trees are lost.

The clouds are dark and the birds are low, sitting for no reason until dusk.

"Seven Absolutes and Knowing Autumn"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The sea and moon days are cool after low rain, and the thousand mountains are yellow before the light chrysanthemum.

Why should fine wine sell all bones, and see the autumn wind chasing less madness.

"Seven Absolute Autumn Journeys"

Long-distance arrogance makes autumn sounds, and it is not enough to make green mountains and good lines.

Looking at the vast sea of thousands of sails in the distance, you can still go up to the high city in one breath.

"Seven Absolutes and Tanabata"

Neon clothes fine protection jade noodles come, the moon turns immortal bridge magpie shadow back.

What is the difference between patience and earth? Move to this night to open your heart.

"Five Laws , Lantern Moon "

The long pavilion was worried, and the green leaf rain came to plot.

The geese are far away from the sky to find the way, and the bridge floats the moon to explore the boat.

Spring breeze flutters jade wisps, twilight looks at the silver hook.

The beauty in the mirror is old, and the acacia dreams of swimming by herself.

"Five Laws: The Night of the Lantern"

The lonely city is full of sorrow, and the wind and candles are soft.

Pillow dreamed of listening to the bridge magpie, and the qin chanted to the jade building.

The clouds are in the sky, and the shadow in the mirror is hanging down.

On the night of the Lantern Festival in Shudi, He Zeng stayed all day.

"Row Law: Crossing the Mao Mountain"

Xian Shan has long been famous, and Ji Yuezhao is sincere.

Do not stand alone in the city, he pity the water.

Yun Kai should be relaxed, and the dew seems to be merciful.

The sun is warm and the frost is scattered, and the wind is soft and grassy.

Peach blossoms out of the buds, apricot fire Xu FeiQiong.

Purple qi urged geese, and the population was prosperous from then on.

"Seven Absolute Spring Rains"

Drizzle to see the flowers drinking, open the grass dream a curtain of incense.

People swim in the clouds and darkness, and pay for the jade light.

"Seven Returnees"

Gull Feishui interviewed Yan Xia, and Milk Swallow Qingfeng asked for morning tea.

Mo Dao faded into the new year, and all things competed for spring for no reason.

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