Five Laws - Tour Peach Blossom Pond To Send Friends

【Inscription】 The "Suiyuan Poetry Supplement" records that there was a Wang Lun, who had never known him, wrote to Li Bai, inviting him to travel to his hometown, and wrote enthusiastically: "Sir, how can you travel? There are ten miles of peach blossoms here; sir, good drink? There are 10,000 hotels in this area. Li Bai went happily. Asked where the Taoyuan Restaurant was, Wang Lun replied: "Peach Blossom People, Tanshui Name, and no Peach Blossoms; Wanjia, the owner's surname is Wanye, and there is no Wanjia Hotel." It made Li Bai laugh. Leave for a few days, and when you leave, write down the "Gift to Wang Lun" that has been passed down through the ages.
Allie set off quickly, watching the falling flowers at the edge of the pool.
There are countless peach blossoms, and there is only one hotel.
Tried the flat pool water, and then measured the cliff of a thousand feet.
Singing the years, poetry and wine take advantage of the years.
Seven Laws - Spring Tour peach blossom pond

Peaches are like clouds and willows are like smoke, and the pond water is clear and clear.
Flower Harbor fish watching pity passers-by, grass embankment strolling to cherish the year.
Taste the tea Champs to know the taste of spring, smell the flute Fangzhou to know the birds.
The kites in the sky wave on the swallows, leaning on the red and green are also leisurely.
Note: Bird proclamation, bird speech, bird calls.
Seven Laws - Peach Blossom Pond At a Glance

Ten miles of fireworks and fog lock the building, a bay of spring water around Fangzhou.
The gentle willows of the Japanese wind are weeping and the dripping almonds are shy.
Gudu floating clouds wanderers, Baqiao Xizhao people are worried.
Whoever has a jade flute flies the Champs, and steps on the clear sound to return to the evening boat.
Note: flat (pian1) peach, small peach blossom
Huanxi Sand - Peach Blossom Pond at dusk

The peach blossoms on both sides of the strait are full of sky, and the wind is oblique and the willows are blowing light smoke.
Idle ferry fishing boats.
The sunset pond is far away, and the moonrise wave is hanging on the upper half of the sail.
Spring sorrow is indifferent and indifferent.
Seven must-see - revisit Peach Blossom Pond

The peach blossoms on the shore bloom intently, and the sky light and clouds linger together.
Chengtan Mo made the air flow blue, talk about folding a branch to the pink cheek.
Su MuSha - Peach Blossom Pond Autumn Love

Baqiao frost, reeds thin.
Ancient crossing oblique sun, shallow bay side walk.
Idle watching Mandarin ducks frolick for a long time,
Calmly holding his breath, he did not dare to look back in surprise.
Moon like a hook, northwest bucket.
Return to the people, and the night dew stains the sleeves.
The intermittent sound of the piano pierces through the household.
Upstairs, the curtains are leaking candlelight.
Wuling Spring - Peach Blossom Pond Autumn View

The autumn scenery of Humane Taotan is good, and the shallow water crosses the covered bridge.
Willow mist peach smoke reeds high, where to see the wren?
The residual lotus on the wave condensed white dew, and the deciduous stone steps floated.
On the opposite shore frost forest color dyed strips, the leaves are gorgeous, than red peach.
Tasha Line - Peach Blossom Pond Autumn Thoughts

The willows contain smoke, the peach blossom pond,
By looking at the south flying geese.
The fog is misty and the crossing is long, and the lonely sound is full of reeds.
Duck cold under the bridge, wave in the lotus roll,
Wind frost into the sleeve oblique yang short.
Whoever held the lamp in the long pavilion, Lan Zhou returned to the east bank on the other day.
Surf Sand - Peach Blossom Island

That day to talk, surging emotions,
The water gushes after the rains in the Bahe River.
There are few tourists on the bridge embankment in the evening, so it is not easy to get away with it.
Ten Thousand Silences, Bright Moon Zhaozhao,
Peach Blossom Island.
A song and a soft song are noisy, and the sound is broken.
Seven Laws - Autumn Recitation

The frost wind is tightening in the late autumn, and the cold dew invades the mutant.
A word went in the broken goose cloud, and the remnant grass fell a few times.
Sleepless jade pillow is cold, and the long night of not drinking gold bottle is sad.
The moon knows that it is bitter, and the western sky is hanging on to the silver hook.
Note: Long, read as zhang, 仄声.
Reminiscence of Qin'e - Peach Blossom Pond In Autumn

Hagi flower hunting, peach blossom pond on the autumn festival.
Autumn Festival. Weeping willows, egrets swallowing.
Windbridge Frost Glimpse. Mandarin ducks playing in the water lotus pond month.
Lotus Pond Month. Lotus seeds every year, leaving decadent leaves in vain.
Butterfly Love Flower - Peach Blossom Pond Autumn Memories

It's the cool autumn breeze again,
The leaves fall and the cold wind invades the sleeves.
Is there still pride? With a white eyebrow and head.
I want to go alone,
Look up the distance and see the mountains thin.
Wind and frost forest clouds out of the clouds, thousands of weather who is right?
Seven Laws - Early Winter by the Pond

Coinciding with the arrival of the Little Snow Festival, the riverside chrysanthemums have not yet opened.
The stone path is surrounded by yellow leaves, and the Baqiao is lying on a snow-white smoke pile.
There are few cold ducks in the clear water of Qingtan, and there are fewer frost branches in the fog island.
Fu Liu yao thought about the spring day, and He Was worried that the goose had no return.
Five Laws - Taotan First Snow

Banqiao is inhabited by snow, and the morning twilight is twilight.
Misty branches, smoke from the dam.
Song Qing is high and clean, and the reeds are still dancing.
There is no dispute between Jindu and LanZhou's sails are half-hanging.
Seven Laws - Winter On the Ba

In winter, the old river is lined with Chanba, and the chrysanthemums on both sides of the river have not yet bloomed.
The ancient ferry cage smoke boat is lonely, and the Chen Qiao is wandering with snowmen.
The reed flowers are long and the sails are far away, and the maple leaves are xiao Xiao and the birds are mourning.
The old trees are cold and desert, and the wind is clear and the sideburns are frosted.
About the Author
He Liu, a native of Fengxiang, Shaanxi. After graduating from middle school, he returned to his hometown to work as a farmer, and then walked in Shaanxi, Gansu, Ningqing and other places to make a living, and almost all year round drifted abroad. I like ancient poems, and my leisure work is scattered on online platforms such as micro-journals.