In the mountain village, Minister Oshima feasted in the mountain village and swam in the wild pool. On the bank of the cloud, the cold apes scream and the fog cries sadly. When the leaves fall, it will be quieter and the wind will cool the piano. Each has his own interests, not to mention climbing Guangxi.
Yasumaro, a great god who has expressed his ambition in the cottage, wants to know the interest of seclusion and come to find a secluded landscape. Beyond the clouds, climb wild flowers in autumn. When the rice leaves frost, cicadas blow away. It's just a reward for benevolence, and there's no point in going to the market.
The first place in Otsu is a secluded house, and the mountains are only benevolent. Ripples soak stone waves, and jumbles should be scales. Linghuai is facing the forest, and Tao is in the wind and smoke. If you want to know the banquet song, forget the dust.
On March 3rd, Qushui banquet was held in Shan Ye, and Jin Yan Waterfall was excited on three sides, with spring flowers blooming. Not afraid of running water, only hate being late.
The smarter you are, the smarter you are. More than half a year has passed, so why bother today?
In autumn, I gave a banquet at Wang Chang House, and gave a rare character knife to the stone-falling guest, which made the jade candle adjust the autumn order and the gold fan on the moon. A few days after the new knowledge, I said goodbye to He. The clouds are broken, and people are happy before. Take care of the deer and send people home.
Sitting alone in the mountains, men in black smoke and talk about worldly customs, and mountains and rivers are strong and I live. At this time, the grass can be endowed, and the moon is light.
Jiangtou Emperor Jiangtou's pavilion is full of people, and the pillow only smells of ancient chickens. Clouds and wet clothes make you know the entrance, and the sound of springs makes you sleepy and close to the stream. Riding a stream in the lonely moon on the horizon, hungry apes crow in the mountains. Although phenology is positive, spring grass grows in Tingzhou.
Seeing the old monk return to the mountain, the Emperor Emei was a natural Taoist priest. Originally, it was dusty, and he threw his cloak at the clouds alone. Knowing and doing is to be an autumn mountain road, and the depths of white clouds are monasteries.
One room of Gaoyin Stone He Yang Feng Nian is easy to sweep, but Kyushu is not enough. Send a message to the sparrow and you will know the way to Honghu Lake.
On September 9, I gave a banquet in Xinsennan, and each gave a gift, so that Akiyama, Kanhara, Qinggong and Sanshan floated outside Cangying, and Wuyue was in Chixian. Snow-proof Gu Song has been green for thousands of years, waiting for the autumn wind to bloom. In spring, flying mandarin fish are exposed, and fine rainbows are closed in sunny and rainy days. The benevolent is happy, the country is in the west and the country is in the east.
With the death of Tao Qian, Sakamoto, who sings history today, is tired of the dust in this country. At first I realized that I was good at seclusion, and Long song came back. Interest is the only thing in the piano, but it is forgotten outside. At Mr. Ada's house, the Chu Shi Cup is full of flowers. Looking for Nanyue trail in the distance, the north window roared. After a thousand years, the legacy is beautiful.
In spring, it is not easy to know people and discuss the world, and the son is the most affectionate. The water country is thousands of miles away, and an ape sings in the twilight river. Bai Ou people go with them, and the grass is by the lake. There is no gift on this day, and there are tears in Acacia's eyes.
Listen to the piano in the mountain pavilion, the stone mountain in Cen 'an, the place where the piano starts, and when the moon shines in the Song Courtyard. When I heard the end of the burning, I knew it was the Liu Quan Block of the Three Gorges.
Fenghe Wushan is tall and wise. Wushan is high and steep, and I look forward to several peaks. Off the coast of Cuibi, the flying spring falls on Ziyun. Clouds are warm and it's raining. Don't cry like an ape at dawn, but like an old stick.
Mountain Temple The ancient temple in Sugawara no michizane is deserted, and the monk's room is surrounded by white clouds. When autumn water meets the door, the clock will smell the breeze. The old wax monk accumulates, and the deep moss divides the diameter. Where is manjusri? Go home and enjoy aromatherapy.
Seeing the mountains in the morning, Sugawara no michizane stayed up all night until tomorrow, and the reed curtain cleared the mountains. Avoid people, birds and pineapples, only the sound of spring water dancing after rain.
The flowers in the forest fall into the boat, with the wind as the rhyme. The high-rise buildings accumulate flowers to send the blue sky to the top of the forest, and the pieces fall into the boat. The luggage was dyed by the waves, and the far color still went to the shore. The fisherman should sing snow, and the merchant's brocade cable is Ren Qingfeng. There are no flowers and trees at this time. Who can ask South China University of Technology?
The sun, the moon and the river are long in leisure, and the smell in leisure belongs to the meditation room. Only the natural sun and the moon are long. There is no short story in the secluded room, and there is light in the shade. When the door is pulled, the spring rain is endless, and the autumn night is frosty and the color is fading. I am a scholar of Chai Fei, and I have forgotten all my leisure and pleasure.
Autumn lake dusk, Tiean Road gives birth to autumn pond. After the rain, the water is added to the feet, and the reeds fold and lift the sand. It was late to call the boat home, and the west wind swept away all the white apples.
Xiao Hu Guan practiced frost, and the bell rang at five o'clock, and the dawn was not full. There are three or two birds on the Sang Yu behind the house.
I am an exiled monk in Kansai, Han Meigu, and a friend of Xue Cun. There is only one vine around me. Finally, the green in the south is even pine flowers, which is a great achievement in my life.
Yuanguang, who lives in a quiet room in the deep mountains, does not seek fame and wealth, nor does he worry about poverty, and is hidden in the remote mountains and customs. Who is a friend when the weather is cold at the end of the year? Plum blossoms bring a new moon.
See the moon in the lake at night, and Chang 'e in Zhou Ze at night. No one knows how to buckle the ship's rail, only the autumn wind enters the eulogy.
At night, Zhou Zezhong's bell falls at night, which is a dream for 40 years. Sitting up, I forgot myself and went to the moon and the sky with Yun Sheng Ling.
Suzaku Tang Yi's Zhou Xin doesn't peck the millet in Taicang, and doesn't wear the owner's house. There are businesses in the mountains and bamboo sticks in the evening.
Xiaojing Tang Yi Zhou Xin is full of wine, which makes the evening breeze and invites people to escape from the shadow of summer. Who will stay on the fishing boat? It's drunk hemp fiber.
Go upstairs after the rain, and go upstairs with friends after a rainy day. If you want to write about the ancient hatred of the clock, you have to worry.
Out of the fortress, there is no shortage of horses and bows and arrows in the sea. As long as you are the king of a country, you dare not plan to seal Hou. Cold rain, yellow sand and dusk, autumn wind and white grass. In anyone's painting, he is a stroke, worried.
Sending the sea gold master to Japan is like sending the king to his hometown. He was ill in Chushan. You can only go with each other, how to stay alone. The sky is far away, and so are the geese. Thinking about hate in spring makes people want to get old.
On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, I braved the heavy snow to go to the Xiushan Road of the Poden Temple and walk through the clouds. It's already slanting, and Chang Song has gone deep into Brahma Palace. The host is slightly cold and warm, and the snow water will fry the sand tea first.
Spring night is full, capital city is full of dust, and spring is greener than blue sky. Ruipeng likes to see plum blossom noodles, and the moon is bright and the smoke is deep.
Fu Xue Zhaoshan Yinshan season is the waiter Dongnumou, the lotus in the sky is beautiful, and the snow melts the creek bay every year. Please come and see the sadness outside the city. Spring can't look at the mountain in the mirror.
Praise the big black, rest the whole family, respect the sky and face, and everyone believes in building a shed. What is a lifelong love for mice? I have no intention at all.
Look at the flowers in the mountain temple, and enter the castle peak to cry at dusk, under the white cherry tree, at Van Gogh's house. The monk living in the house did not know how to cherish spring, and was surprised by the number of pestle bells.
Mount Fuji, Ishikawa Mountain, Mount Zhang, cyclamen travel outside the cloud, and the dragon lives in the old cave. Snow is like a cloud, smoke is like a handle, and white fans hang upside down in the East China Sea.
On the way, if a blanket is laid on the five-meter bed, the egret will fly obliquely to the sun. In the evening smoke of a secluded tree in a distant village, Bean Man drew a picture in front of the screen.
In the evening, Caoshan looked down on Jacky's love for the mountain, and went out frequently, throwing sticks and leaning against the roots of pine trees. Autumn waters around Ye Ping, dusk smoke far away from the village. Dew rises above the forest, and the stars see the treetops faintly. Sitting consciously for a long time, the moss has been marked.
The fisherman figure Ito Renzhai temples frost and snow, Luzhou water shallow spit flowers. Good will pick up Gan Kun's hand and take charge of the fishing line alone to the rivers and lakes.
That is, the green hills in Ito Renzhai are clustered as far away as Chai Men, and the clear water is dissolved. Crows are all independent, and a river flows from dusk.
In the spring of 2008, it was snowing in Tokugawa. I sat quietly and thought leisurely. Snow and moonlight are cold, and the cold belly is firm. The wax capacity is exhausted with the leaves, and the spring letter is passed on. Four orders have been vacant for twenty years in a flash.
Occasionally, I write a piano song and a green water song by new Jing Baishi and Lu Qi. Many people can listen to this song. The wind blows like snow, and the sky flows west to endure CSI.
The slogan of returning to the museum is "raw Culai Jiayang wine, green grapes, frost dew, wet guest robes". You know, there are few nights in the world, and the last round of hibiscus peak is high.
After a teenager's trip, he went hunting and returned to Yuan Qiu. Because of the cold, he thought of storks and furs. It was obviously Wei Niang who lived last night, on the second floor of Du Quxi's house.
Deng Tie's strange wind Eliza pushed the fifth staircase of Yangu base and saw no one, and the mountains and rivers hurt the spring together. Who knows that before midnight, the flute blows the plum blossom and fights the dust.
Zhuangzi is like Eliza, falling rocks are like butterflies without Zhuang Zhou, and falling rocks are like weeks without butterflies. There are both right and wrong in the painting, and they are always chattering.
Fisherman Gion has a hat and a fishing rod in the South China Sea, but he doesn't have horses and chariots and the crown of Kubinashi. Life is just a smoke wave, and you don't know the snow when you are drunk. Love heron and sleeping gull are partners, while white apples and Polygonum cuspidatum set the beach. Don't talk about risks in Jianghu, please see that it's hard to walk on earth.
On the moonlit night, boating on the Trident River in Gaoye Lanting was interrupted by the Trident River, and the bright moon hung on the Wan Li River. I want to blow the flute into the blue sky, and the floating clouds become boats.
In Biezhuang, Fukushima, I feel that the old crane tower tried to visit the former tourist destination, singing pigeons and moaning during the day. Regardless of spring, wind and rain come from the east.
On the Beihai River in Jiangcun, Xia Chuan, the mist is blue, and the south wind makes the waterline oblique. The setting sun gathers fireflies, but it hits the spring stream.
There is a feeling that a small crab from the North Sea in Jiangcun was born in Jiangpu and its hole is under Lu 'an. There is no place in the cave. You think you are a building. In the morning, I am worried about the collapse of the sand embankment, and at night I am worried about the high tide of the river. Small things are small things, what business is there?
Living in seclusion for a long time, misty, drunk is a career (Du Fu). Trees and birds sleep on the grass (Chi Jing), and butterflies protect the flowers in the garden in spring (Xu Hun). Huan Yi meets Yeshui (Huangfu Ran) and watches bamboo reach the poor family (Wang Wei). There are few people outside the door (Cen Can), so I grow my own tea through the forest (Zhang Ji).
Before the static light came to the pavilion in Du Wen Village, the rain did not disappear, and the cuckoo broke through the dream and sang. I vaguely know right and wrong, and I wait for the second sound.
In late spring, the shed door where Tian Tian was lying in the wild cattle farm was bright with willow color, and the children in the village greeted the guests with joy. Pour the pot directly to the bed, and you don't have to be diligent to know the name.
On the way to Yushui, the southern part of Jianshashan is connected with the northern part of Cuidu Mountain, and the water of Yunnan water flows obliquely through Daili, setting up Sichuan. The evil deeds have not been abandoned for a long time, and the angelica peony is full of spring fields.
On the way, Chashan was reflected as a poplar forest, and Shawan stayed up late. Cows and calves echo each other on the water.
Lai Xingping, the cellar of Dagong, sealed a chapter with tears. Who would say a word from the king? Poor yellow land and endless hatred, spring insects all complain to this book.
Ji Dongguo, the god of the mountain temple, can't see the mountain when he enters the mountain. He only looks at pine trees. When I heard Zhong Qing's voice, I knew this was the way to the monastery.
Yellow leaves, sunset thatched cottage, Tugang, this flower pavilion feels nostalgic and makes love, and tears are streaming down her face. People go to the countryside to recite strings, and a village is yellow and cold.
I have a problem with the revision of history, and I want to think about it. Love, hate and fear of abolishing heroic deeds, only the cold lamp knows this heart.
Cao Yang came to Yang Shan Ye Yun Shan Ye Wu Yeyue? Water is like a green hair. In the Wan Li, the boat is moored in the sea, and the smoke waves cover the window. When I caught a glimpse of a big fish jumping between waves, it was too white and not as bright as the moon.
Ji Chuansong, a woman riding a lamp window, takes a picture of a column in spring, lamenting what Zheng did to the wind. Tourists stop to listen to oratorios, so that they don't have to canoe to the beach.
In winter, I live in Gaoye, Zhaizhen and Shuiyingshan, with a tree as a bridge. The wine is ripe for three winters, and the cold birds peck all the loquat flowers.
The connection of the river was broken at the gate of the royal pagoda, and it was opened in Sui Dynasty. The thin night tide drives thousands of horses, and the moon next to the Gong Ping Tower is like a bow.
Yanagawa Seigan's Japanese cars flashed red, the breeze returned, and the trees were sunny and smoky for the first time. The green horse's head is about to fall, and Feng Wan is falling from the sky.
The old man He Yunshan shaved his hair and explained that Thailand always threw a Confucian crown to join our club and got a fragrant rain. Knocking on the door under the moon adds new things, and a monk with wine and meat might as well.
Reading pictures in Hanshan Liu Shiqiu desperately reads fairy books, and there are several stacks of cold clouds. However, if there is someone, the deer will step on the autumn leaves.
I have seen what he saw in Lu, but there is no need to sing Noda Yoshihiko's songs. Opening the window can solve the problem. The cow's anticline shines, and the bird's back glows. There is water in front of the withered willow wall, and there is residual maple outside the mountain. This body is really comfortable, and I don't envy Bai Ou's leisure.
Households with long-term water cocks have to wait until midnight when the water leaks and chickens crow in the river village. You don't ask who you want to be, just like Chai Men.
Miscellaneous Poems Ju Chi Xixi Qin occasionally falls on a huge rock, blowing clouds to see the stone skin. The poem is herringbone, half of which is inserted with moss.
Those who travel in the fire fields and mountains never meet Ju Chi Xiqin's semi-flowing shepherd boy song, and solitary firewood locks lotus flowers. Knowing that the lotus has invaded Xiao, how old the autumn is.
Homesick Liangchuan Honglan travels thousands of miles west, and the misty mountains keep you away. The water is cut off again, as if I heard grandpa calling his son.
Tanpu spent the night under the trees, the canopy window fell on the moon, and Tanpu spring boat stayed for five nights. The fishing flute blew away with hatred, and Yang Heling entered the water like smoke.
Ye Fang Fujii bamboo forest outside the ancient mausoleum pine and cypress whistling in the sky, mountain temples looking for spring loneliness. Xue Mei, an old monk, stopped to sweep the grave from time to time, saying that the flowers of the Southern Dynasties were falling in the depths.
Camptotheca acuminata outside the well bamboo in Hua Teng really has the potential to soar to the sky, winding around the pine tip for hundreds of feet. I look forward to seeing you every day. I ask you how you feel on this occasion.
Spring rain, distant mountains, Rong Zhai, spring clouds, such as rain, such as silk, yellow birds singing, sleeping late. Naturally, it is forbidden to be poor, and when the wine is citronella, it is apricot.
The rain in the crab house of Foshan Fish Village in Tanpu Village is smoke, and the bamboo leaves the edge of Tanpu alone. The thousand-year-old emperor is dead, and the spring breeze is heartbroken.
Play for the five mountains selling insects, teaching people to have fun, and insects are singing in cages. It's not bad to make a living like a gentleman. Autumn sounds are sold in Chang 'an.
Yueyuye Nancun, with a jade mirror hanging in the sky, can be seen thousands of miles away. Every shadow of water, the stars go out. Mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and the world rises and falls. Missing the moon through the ages has added to my feelings.
The autumn wind in Hushan, Xiao Ye, the tomb of Mr. Lai, sprinkled the old grave, and the Zen forest was filled with infinite affection. Heroism was empty at that time, and it was meaningless to discuss soldiers in the Qing Dynasty. Non-Zhu school, Wu of Wei is even more famous throughout the ages. Today, there are fewer talents, so I changed to Teacher Mu.
Liu Yanshi asked the thief why he hurt people carelessly, saying that my crime was fine dust. Jinyi embroidered a noble scholar and publicly stripped people in broad daylight.
Jiangnan, Caotian, Chuanshan, Jiangnan, Nocturnal, Yepu Bridge, weeping willows in the west. Pedestrians are drunk at dusk, and apricot blossoms are everywhere.
Mr. prefect Ming is studying under the lamp. The picture shows a gloomy night in Yunmen Lane, Lizhong, and a stork sings before the moon. Who pity the lonely account under the cold, the white-haired minister reads Chu ci.
According to the Moon, monks should avoid giving Xixiang Zhou Nan the chance to meet each other, so as not to be reborn on the waves. Looking back for more than ten years, I dreamed of crying in front of a distant grave.
Before escaping from the topic, the original plum window sweated for a spring and returned to dust. A drunken sleep, dreaming of beauty instead of Duke Zhou.
There is no rhyme in autumn, and the fragrance of Tang Dulan, an old saying in South China, disappears like smoke. It is said that Yaotai has a different day. Fold a flower in your hand, and the heartbroken man stands in front of the Buddha's niche.
On the first day of Wu Geng's Lunar New Year, women and children from Naruyanagi Kita came to sweep the dust and demolish houses in depression, and the Spring Festival came again. I have sold books and swords, but fortunately my husband didn't sell himself.
Among the ships in the West Red Sea, Nakai Sakura Island is locked in the African Sea, and the clouds are fascinated by Africa. The guest is far away from the sky, and 90,000 Pengcheng is a boat.
Uncovering the book, the hero of Guigu Shengxuan loves swords and mirrors, and the pedantic scholar loves books for life. Uncover books, be diligent and restrained, and dust can drive away. The ancient people's bell figures attracted ghosts to punish them when they were dirty. Mr. Nuyun loves books but doesn't read. Ghosts in books should cry.
Untitled Takayama Shinji knows that state, and the fireboat flies away from the east. Make friends with China Tatars and English Buddhas, and want to learn from each other.
Seeing off your friend, Ao Pinghong, is ingenious year after year. Where are the cultural relics? Everyone has never studied sinology, and poetry books don't need to be treated with Qin ash. I will be silent about the bad luck of the world, and you won't be sad when you have time. Look at a lace plum in the hedge, but pull spring back from the snow.
Zhu Tian Jing Ke, a miscellaneous poem in the stack, has traveled all over the Central Plains, and has not returned yet, shouldering a golden city. Luanfeng welcomes guests to Yimen Town, and the cold rain blows clothes. Whoever hangs a rainbow over the stone pile, I will control Yunshan. If you don't listen to apes, you can't talk about the 38 th road.
The three hanging loyal souls in the tomb of Wuhou and Zhujing gathered in the river, and Dingjun Mountain surged. Don't be a student in life, you can't bear to feel tears everywhere.
Sleeping under the flowers, in the shade of flowers in Tang Rong, Qiao Ben, is full of afternoon breeze, so you don't have to spend three years dreaming. There should be nothing to blame for being lazy. There are many dogs in the world.
Enter the Yangtze River, cross Tongzhou, and see Sen Huainan, the beginning of the plain. There are few people, and the ship language is almost audible. Jing Qiu, ask Baiyun later. Who avoids the end of the world, the geese are surprised.
Wan Li Great Wall Tianbian Bitang Xiongguan painted an ancient secluded spot in the north, which was filled with wind and sand. If you don't go to the Great Wall to watch the sunset, who knows that there is sadness in the world?
I sent Yutian Cangming back to Tosa, and I also sent poems to Noguchi Ningzhai to laugh at Xie Changan's frivolous son. This article is not known to the public. Golden horse bone is expensive, and wild crane chicken has more charm. Xiao Shi's poems rustled in the guest hall and the sword danced wildly. In drunkenness, the parting flute is solemn and stirring, blowing off blue and white flowers.
Occasionally, in spring, Bambusa Natsumi can swim through the water closely, and the height of flowers does not cover the spring. Who is the master of the scenery? A good Japanese poet.
In spring, I occasionally dream of the autumn moon in summer, and the flowers are wet by light rain. Last night, I was worried about spring and vaguely covered with moss.