Yuan Mei's Selected Poems "Crossing the Yugou to Visit Yuji Temple" Yuan Mei was the magistrate of Shuyang County. When he revisited Shuyang after leaving office for 43 years, he went to Yanji Township to pay his respects to Yuji, and wrote a poem "Crossing Yugou to Visit Yuji Temple", with a note: "It is said that people are also worried about the country." His poem said: In order to owe a poem to Kyrgyzstan, the bald head will return to Kuling Temple, and the three armies have scattered beautiful women. Who died in the six countries? Death has become a sacred mulberry, and the soul is still dancing and the grass is wet with rouge. You can visit Junyue and ride under the moon. I saw the shepherd boy riding a yellow cow and singing loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand beside the tree without saying a word. Chickens are raised vertically and the chicken oil is cooked. The host has a good plan, so don't let the chicken know. Recite chopsticks and laugh at your busy catching him and giving him to others. I'm sour and salty. Can I know the taste? About Gansu, I remember my childhood and grandson. I was once pitied by my great mother. Whoever wins the costume will be embraced first, and Shang Tong who loses the crown will fall asleep. The bun is under the red stirrup and the book is in front of the white hair. You get the fruit by playing truant, and you don't have to be whipped. Worship your husband and pretend to be a baby. I really cherish the palm beads, and the cranes are looking forward to it. Medicine often helps the back, and flowers often caress the shoulders. Neighbors are extremely surprised and spoiled, and sisters are jealous and partial. Jade spreads at dusk, and autumn wind is on the list. I hope that one day, I can't see the years. The words are still there. You've been moving for years. Sure enough, Fu came to visit the tomb door. Although I am in anxious to return, I have donated my dream. Bones are hard to pay, tears can go to the grave. The night grass turns over the afterglow, and the autumn mountains sing azaleas. Tonight, the moon is shining, don't go around Gansu. Sending flowers to Cong Niang is romantic for her feet, which has nothing to do with Wan Huhou. It's a pity to buy gold and leave. Shangguan Waner commented on the poet's two poems and praised Hua as a great master. So far, a white literate person is as clever as his daughter. The poem "Geling" on the lake blooms in February, and tourists talk about immortals. The old man's heart is different from that of tourists. He doesn't envy immortals and teenagers. Raising a horse is really the same as raising a scholar. Incense should be enshrined clearly. Pick a straw and three liters of beans, don't think about dragons. Ma Youyi didn't sing the song of everlasting regret, and the world has its own galaxy. In Shihao Village, husband and wife don't want to see each other, and there are more tears here than in the Palace of Eternal Life! Laughing at myself and taking a nap, just for the old and the new. I fell in love with Yunshan and forgot my hometown, but I lived next door to apes and birds. Some officials are not interested in pleasure, while others buy sex in the name of not having children. Self-mockery, good opportunity, was sent as a poet by Tianjiang. It's common to talk about money, life and salary, and I'm worried about annoying you. It is not a handsome thing to use, and it is not necessarily clean. It is common to see a copper mountain for a night's rest. It is planned to play the female heart to the sky and add Kyushu to enrich the people. The weeping Cong Niang remembers that Song became a stranger and Luo Fu promised to marry Xuchang. I live in Wuyuan in March, and I went to Qin Guan Wan Li Frost. Soup is only interesting when it is manually adjusted, but words are not interested in different businesses. For more than 20 years, Du Xiufeng's story is unique, and suddenly a peak is inserted into the south. Nine times out of ten, Guilin's landscape is bizarre, and the lonely beauty peak is second to none. Climb the stairs and walk hundreds of steps to the top to see the scenery of the whole city, but see the light fog and the blue waves. Castle peak is still as straight as a string, how can life be isolated from the world? Pro-poets were fond of each other, and eventually beat Zou to pieces. It is important to see less, only when poetry can be turned over late. The sound of clearing the horn is not easy to play, and the epiphyllum is not light. It should be noted that in the fairyland of bliss, practice often comes from suffering.