Read the classics — Qi Ji
"Morning Plum"
Ten thousand trees are frozen, and the lone roots are warm and alone.
In the deep snow of the former village, a branch opened last night.
The wind sends out the fragrance, and the birds peep out.
Next year, as the law should be, first look at the spring platform.
The Swordsman
The sword is drawn around the wreckage, and the song finally goes out.
The west wind is full of snow, where to repay the favor.
Courage to die is commonplace, and light is not enough.
It is easy to turn over the water, and the fine fragments are separated from the soul.
"Xiao Xiang"
Han Qing Jian Bi is far away, and the root of zhu mei is in the far south.
Flowing from ancient times to the present empty island, teasing the mountains and rushing to the wall as a pond.
Moving to Jia Yi is infinitely sad, who has hated the spirit.
After all, he lost his old fisherman, green bamboo fishing thick blue.
Sand Gull
The warm fishing boat did not sleep alarmed, and the poor lonely was like a Huating Pavilion.
Late to bay Pu chong flat blue, clear over Tingzhou breeze light green.
Emerald quietly repairs its wings, and the Mandarin duck idles in the shape of a ritual.
He Ru flew into the Han Palace and stayed with the rise and fall of the scriptures.
"Xiangzhong Chunxing"
Rain break Jiang Mingyuan tree trunk, Wuyan Shi Tai Gong tour plate.
More light green than willow, feel the thick in the peony.
All day long to throw away loneliness, around the pool back but by the column.
The red flakes were taken by the Qing Emperor, who endured to look at the remnants of the West Garden.
"Over the Mount Of Cissé"
The empty river is flat and wild, and the wind island is full of reeds.
The sun is in the west, and the lone sail is towards the north continent.
Bian Hong crossed Hankou, and Chu Shu came out of Wu Tou.
Finally into the high clouds, resting on a stone.
"Yu Yin"
Daily use is what is special, chanting is sitting meditation.
In this life, you can still be happy, and the rest is not convenient.
In the white innocence of the head, the soul is clear like the first.
River flowers and herbs, do not dye my love field.
"In the midst of illness, I was reluctant to send the little master to QingliangShan to pay tribute to the great sage"
There is no place to live in abundance, and the holy signs are well found.
Suddenly, Manjushri opened his eyes, and he should remember the teacher's heart.
"Self-Encouragement"
Try to calculate the ordinary life, and the middle age is owed five years.
Knowing the non-backward, reading Yi Shangjia before.
Divided into poetry magic, rather than allowing the vulgarity to lead.
Idle to see the autumn water, a number of fishing boats.
"Piece cloud"
The bottom of the water is clearly clouded in the sky, and the poor shadow looks like my body.
Why not Shu Zuo from the dragon momentum, a rain blows away thousands of miles of dust.
"Listening to the Fountain"
Tens of thousands of rocks fell, and the cold sound drifted far into the sky.
After the early autumn rains, the mountains are chaotic in the middle of the night.
Only the wall moon, not to mention the leaf blowing wind.
Several Zeng Luyue listened, and Xiao xiao was with the monk.
"Spring Rain"
If you want to make an ointment, smell the mines first.
The clouds and dragons can afford it, and the wind power will come for a while.
Xia Xia Nong Sang Ye, Dark Yang Liu Tai.
Whoever stays warm, there are peonies in the garden.
"No Sleep"
Never sleep at night, and the hall is closed and reopened.
But he left the light and shadow, and waited for the moonlight to come.
The fallen leaves live everywhere, and the flying fireflies are worth my return.
The dawn of the day, a white sandalwood ash.
"Difficult To Walk Ii"
The road is difficult, the gentleman looks good, the shock wave is not in the middle of the skull, and the villain's heart is hidden.
Seven plates and nine folds are cold and cold, and the overturned cover is still out.
It does not seem to be a lip and tongue crisis, and secretly destroys the bones of the people.
Jun did not see Chu Lingjun, who had been wronged by the Xiang River for eternity.
He did not see Li Taibai, but he was a guest of Jiangnan for a long time.
Dip and high plate, not difficult to walk.
Right and wrong are really sinister, turning over into peaks.
The paint is black at the same time, and Zhu Kuo is cleverly in Dan.
It is intimidating to know, and I want to paint white clouds to see.
"Lotus Leaf DewDrops"
The dew of the light became a bead, like a field without wind.
The circle of the instrument is finally there, and it may as well be overturned and fallen into the pool.
"Twelve Rhymes of Wing Cha"
A hundred grasses let go of the spirit, and the work is preceded by a hundred grasses.
Gan spread the world's mouth, gui zhan fire former name.
There are no geese in the spring, and there are warblers in the valley when harvesting.
The title was from Zeguo and contributed to Qinjing.
The sense of smell is new, and the taste of bone is light.
The pillar of heaven is sounded, and the Shu Mountains are clear.
The guest groaned in autumn, and the Zen master lay down during the day.
The horns open incense all over the room, and the furnace moves green bells.
Evening memories of the cool spring pair, idle thinking of the fruit flat.
The pine yellow is dry and swirling, and the mica slides and tilts.
Quite expensive and high-ranking people to send, especially should not be poor.
I have sought the cultivation method, Mr. Lu.
"Xie Zhongshang people send tea"
Spring valley before the rain, and hand pick the smoke.
Green tender is difficult to cage, clear and easy to late days.
And invite neighbors to cook the falling flower spring.
The land is far away from each other, and there is no coming and the next year.
"Peach Blossom"
A thousand plants contain dew, where to shine red.
Wind warms xianyuan, spring and water in the middle of the country.
The warbler should see the fall, and the dancing butterfly is unknown.
Desire to draw pictures, branches with bamboo bushes.
"Falling Leaves"
Autumn and late, outside the window to see the neighbors.
Whoever is shocked in the world sweeps the forest alone.
The night of the moon, overlapping the morning frost.
Yesterday the clouds were overcast, and the warbler trees were springing.
《Komatsu》
The ground is only over the knee, and the root already has a spirit.
Severe frost and white grass, deep courtyard a forest green.
After the night, the crickets of the empty steps listened.
Who outside of Chitose, chanting around the old dragon form.
"After the New Autumn Rain"
The night rain washes the river Han, and the poetry has a spirit.
New crickets on the fence, old dragonflies in the shadows of grass.
Quiet idle machine hair, cool blowing far away to wake up.
Idle to whom to say, when the lacquer garden sutra.
Sweeping the Floor
Sweeping and sprinkling day by day, no fiber intrusion is allowed.
Dare to look at the visitor's mouth, like the master's heart.
The ants are less in the light, and the moss is deep.
The same is true in front of the door, all the way into the forest.
Crickets
The sound is different from the sound of cockroaches, and the listening must be the right listening.
No wind to come to the bamboo courtyard, there is a moon in Sha Ting.
Although it is better to adjust the sermon, it is more than enough to accompany the chanting.
Whoever goes to autumn and sunset for er wants to forget the form.
"Watching the Clouds"
He Feng touched the wet moss of the stone, and he left the waterfall spring with high wind.
Lying in the depths is really secluded, and the upper line is a god.
Qianxun has a shadow at the bottom of the river, and there is no trace of the blue side.
Long reminiscence of the old mountain green wall, around the nunnery idle with the old monk Zen.
"Autumn"
Curtains listen to autumn letters, and evening bamboo sounds return.
Many reasons can hurt the bones, and the lone peak is good to whisk clothes.
The sycamores are fading green, and the sycamores are red.
But I am afraid of my shadow, and I am suspicious of my heart and mouth.
