Selected poems| Confucianism, poured down a spring, dedicated money to the old and poor

"WuYe'er, Falling Leaves"

Text/East Side

The golden wind is passing, and the autumn color is thick. The Deciduous Dance is long in the air.

Return to dust and stay in winter. Find the trail. Staring forward to the spring return to the dream.

"Cool Autumn Snow"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The fog is vast and the snow is new, and the west wind is steep and covered with silver dust.

Two dogs barked at the door of the wood, all the way back to the traveler.

Yellow Flower

The chrysanthemums are still yellow when they arrive at the festival, and people feel cold from the flowers.

Ascending to the heights has wine without relatives, and it is in vain to be drunk.

"Qingyu Case: A Rural Meeting"

Text/Off Condensation

Pick the curtain into the golden light wisps, happy Tong Day, Shu MeiYu.

Freshen up and make up brightly. Dead branches hold green, new shoots condense, and two peach blossoms are curved.

West Bridge Folded Willow Yellow Oriole Jealousy, Higashino Kanabi Bee Wish.

Excited fingers to the lotus pond rushing crane, the breeze pulls the sleeves, the joy fills the road, reminiscing like a double butterfly dance.

"Bu Operator Autumn Night"

The moon is on the small building west, and the drunken dream is more broken. The skinny shadow sycamore is crippled, and the night is quiet and upset.

The wind blows dew frost, and the flute music is accompanied. The cold pillow was empty, and he held the cup in his hand.

"Seven Cold Dews"

Text/Xinya Yang Zhaobin

Hongyan flew south in a row or two, and the maple red stump grass withered yellow.

Hugh Lu Baishan flowers exhausted, has its own pre-court chrysanthemum yixiang.

"Seven Absolute Autumn Rhymes"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

The leisurely blue water kisses the idle boat, and the spring flowers on the embankment are nowhere to be seen.

The red maple of the remnant willow enters the mirror and fishes alone in a pool of autumn.

Chrysanthemum

Text/Dajiang

The west wind cuts the autumn, and the fragrant chrysanthemums under the fence are blooming.

Fearless of frost and ice, quiet and elegant fragrance.

"Appeal to the Heartfelt Order, The West Wind Sweeps"

Text/Star not Star

A drizzle of rain complains of autumn love. Look back at the geese chirping in the air.

Silent leaves rolled in the west wind, and the cold frost condensed in the blink of an eye.

The warehouse is full, pressing the courtyard. Not drifting zero.

Leisurely sharing, laughing and talking, how to bear life?

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

Text/Lee Ka Wing

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".

"Autumn Dawn"

Where is the limit of the fall of the wood, the wind and the moon are traced.

Travelers are bonded in Fujian and Guangdong, and the frost is cold and dry.

The dream broke the chicken, and the poet became a guest in tears.

Wander where to put the wine to soothe the soul.

《Huashan Chess Pavilion》

A few more tourists arrived, vying to see Hua Shanxiong.

Although the birds could pass, the three armies did not dare to attack.

Back and forth through the ages, a pavilion of wind.

Ignorant thinking about the endgame, this heart who is with the same.

"Water Dragon Chanting Reminiscence Of Her Fingers Playing Kite"

Remembering her fingers playing the kite, Yan Ran looked back and smiled several times.

The most important thing to think about is to sing the voice line when singing, and the tone when reading.

Snow sea dragon chanting, trivial window warbler, lingering in the ears.

Want to shake the incense, the world's double stay, a favorite, by whom to know?

I want to wait for the sky to be old. Nai clutch, this life is unpredictable.

At the end of the song, the people dispersed, the night was quiet, and the dream soul was ethereal.

A little acacia, a little haggard, how much of a broken intestine.

Sigh now, there is a love moon, accompanied by loneliness.

"Qing Ping Le Untitled"

The moonlight is cold, and the wind moves the shadows of locust flowers.

The courtyard is quiet at night, as if entering a no-man's land.

Once the so-called Yi people, but now the strange road red dust.

Looking back on the past for a while, the amorous end hurts god.

"Seven Absolute Poets"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Qinggang don't go without frost, chrysanthemum slightly open jade case incense.

The pen contains anger and laughter, and Jun Xing is crazy with both lives.

"Seven Absolute Haoyue Xing"

The Runaway Universe Wine is urged, and the peak peak of the pen is light on the palm.

A smile rethinked the original dream, why not Hao Yuezai's name.

The Seven Laws of Confucianism

Confucian sages poured down a spring and dedicated the king's family to the old and poor.

Alcohol debts are suspended with smoke, and the clothes are accompanied by snow and dust.

The warbler pities the apricot and is not vulgar, and the butterfly loves vegetables and is soft and has its own god.

Several times the poetry league looked back, and life was stormy and sad.

The Seven Laws of Confucianism

Confucian sheng scribbled a spring and offered no money to the old and poor.

The wine debt is deeply sad and drunk, and the clothes are like thin dance song dust.

Frost invaded the brush nostalgic for the end of the past, butterfly love letter note thank you has a god.

Several times the poetry league willow silk, a thousand wind and rain sad people.

"Seven Absolutes: Farewell Spring"

A thousand thin bamboos are quietly grown into wood, and the small courtyard swallows come this evening.

The jade girl window is vain and beautiful, and it is difficult to return to the distant water.

"Seven Absolutes: Jokes about Spring Ploughing"

(i)

The silver hoe was sweating low, and the milk swallow was shocked to hear the cuckoo.

Planting jade must know that spring is early, and it is also necessary to work hard to sweep the clouds.

(ii)

In May, the east wind wants to be sunny, and it is necessary to know that the summer years are glorious.

People are not aware that people are still drunk, and Cuckoo greedily sings to persuade early ploughing.

(iii)

Yang Huafu is good at spring plowing, and rain butterflies dance in the sun.

A color of the mountain field dissolved in water, and listened to the sound of cuckoo shouting hoes.

"Seven Laws of the Ancient Courtyard of the Xue Family"

The clouds overflowed the heavenly pool, and The dew man shook the wind and the willow shadow knew.

Washing ink gold noodles can be seen afterwards, when the white horse has a heart.

Luo Xiang green Li kai eyebrows, Ye Chao Qingquan dotted sideburns.

The milk swallow flew over the fishing stable and ushered in the fishing period of the sister of the moon.

"Huan Xi Sha Sun Rain"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Rain borrows sunshine to paint on the leaves, and renovates the willow leaves to win the early spring. The warblers are intermittent and non-existent.

Who cares about who is not, the cause and effect must be turned over. Rain and sun accompany the journey.

"Wave Taosha Xi Shi"

There are few tourists in the mountains, and the birds are innocent.

There is dust near the city of Xitou. The wind looks at Matsuoka Cloud to see me, I look at the mountain village.

Put the wine specially attentive, and the pipe is very hurtful.

Unless the flowers say not to think about spring. Ask where the pain is, the pain is at dusk.

"Langtaosha Yueyang Lou"

Re-ascend to the Yueyang Building, all feelings.

Bo Guang called me to endeavor. Celebrate the revival of the spring to remember, dare to be the first to worry.

The more the past is gone, who stares at it.

Jiangshan has been worrying since ancient times. Mo forgot that Xiaoxiang had given strength and righteously raised the autumn harvest.

"Waves and Sands: Spring Equinox"

A drunken lay in the dusk, looking at the smoke and dust.

Feihong does not look for anyone everywhere. The shallow forest of deep flowers laughs at themselves, and it is the spring equinox.

Mo Dao is the most soul-destroying, and the traveler has no roots.

Tianya dreams of breaking Hanjiang Village. Wash away the acacia three or two points, the moon is innocent.

"Surfing Sand Plum"

Looking up at the plum blossoms, it is suspected that Danxia is.

The ice sun is just on the branches. Snow-melted acacia red and warm, half of the yarn.

Downstairs count plum blossoms, Mo xiao frost Hua.

Gangnam Dream is the home of the deceased. A little spring heart fragrant, once sent to the end of the world.

"Surfing Sand, Poyang Lakeside"

Looking at the water, the sunset is smoke.

The breeze shouted to the front of the waves. The egret silently crossed its head and went off the string.

Thirteen years of wandering, who is involved in the heart.

Dusk is most afraid of sub-rules. Want to share the happiness of the fisherman, but the tears are on the side of the cheeks.

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