Xin Qiji

In a small hut, by a flowing stream, a white-haired couple sat on the grass, drinking and chatting, and their three sons were mowing the grass, knitting cages or peeling lotus. How happy they are!

Jia Xuan looked out of the window. There were seven or eight stars scattered in the sky, and there were two or three raindrops scattered in front of the mountain.

Looking at the Ganjiang River in the distance, endless tears seem to be the tears of those who fled in those years. Maybe a few years later, I don't know how many Song people's tears will flow inside.

Are you still listening to the partridge on the other side? They used to grieve for your unfulfilled ambitions.

Who goes to bed without turning off the light after drinking, but takes out his sword and looks at it again and again? Who hears the distant horn sound after falling asleep and shares beef with the soldiers? Who is wearing the clothes of dreams and ordering soldiers on the battlefield?

Lipper

Invite people from afar to drink, get a little drunk, and take the shadow as your confidant.

So you can only leave, leave the imperial court, leave the unhappy world, find the white deer that was placed on the blue cliff, find the wine by the Peach Blossom Lake, find the terrace as big as snowflakes, and find the solitary sail from the sun.

Looking at the incense burner peak hidden in the clouds and the waterfall in the distance is like flying down from the clouds, which is the Milky Way from the sky.

He would rather spend all his money and get drunk than be a "royal scholar" in the Tang Dynasty, so he traveled all over the famous mountains with a sword and a glass of wine and never stepped out of the dark career door.

The first half of Mount Emei is hung by the autumn moon, and the reflection in the water flows away with the river. As soon as he saw it, he couldn't help chasing the shadow of the moon, thinking of going to Yuzhou to call you back.

Once upon a time, looking up at the bright moon, the jade emperor flew away; A long time ago, I drank hops.

The deep Peach Blossom Pond in thousands of feet bears witness to the deep friendship between you and Wang Lun. The eternal moon has entrusted you with deep homesickness; Quit the old friend in the poem and achieve the Yellow Crane Tower for ten thousand years; Ten years of sake, 10 thousand yuan, how to cherish; Crossing the Yellow River, we climbed the Taihang Mountain. No matter how hard it is, it must be covered with snow. It is difficult to make a sound, life is bumpy, and career is embarrassing; I don't wake up for a song, saying that the sages are lonely, and the drinkers leave their names.

Jinling Restaurant has a bright future. In the face of seeing off Jinling children, he can only leave his feelings in the wine.

Yu Li

Understand that the past is like running water in blowing in the wind, and it is also a world of difference.

The moon is like a hook. Is it a hook or a memory? Perhaps only you understand that this lonely building is locked with helplessness and loneliness.

Lonely courtyard, locked doors, Leng Yue's green light sprinkled on the ground through the bare branches of the autumn house, messy and sad Jidi.

In the days of being imprisoned, the king of national subjugation just forgot that he was a "guest" in his dream; Only in dreams can you long for a happy life for a moment. However, after waking up, all he has is a lament about the past: "Carved fences and jade should still exist, but Zhu Yan has changed."

Bai Mei is as colorful as snow. In the face of the falling notice, he felt dejected, and the endless plum blossom was more like a parting sorrow that could not be separated and waved away, which made him miserable.

In the dark corridor of the west building, there is a lonely and tired figure whispering. The thin face is engraved with the mark of vicissitudes of life, and the frowning brows are full of endless worries. Looking around, the moon has become a hook halberd. Have most of you turned into similar tears and passed away? Did you also give up the brilliant night sky and give in to the chess game of a strategist to win or lose?

The lonely phoenix tree is even more desolate. Can't the country and literature and art really have it at the same time?

Sigh or sigh, sigh away the autumn moon and spring flowers, sigh out the fragments of the soul. Does the poet just sigh after setbacks, leaving only the sadness of "a river flowing like spring water"?

Su Shi

You ask the sky for wine and raise a glass to the sky. This wine contains the frustration that you will never turn around and leave. Fortunately, Jiangshan Xiong Qi has injected a touch of fortitude into you, so that you will never be disappointed, but you will never despair. So, you sang the heroic River of No Return.

Others left in a hurry, but you wore those sandals in the rain and walked slowly with that bamboo pole, saying, "Who's afraid?" A misty rain will last your whole life. " In the face of difficulties, you won half, and the front is muddy. So what?

For ten years, every other day between you and the Iraqi people, you have been so sad that you can't get rid of the brand of your lover. You walk into the dream of meeting your wife again and again, but you wake up in tears again and again: thousands of miles away, on a short pine mountain, you are heartbroken every year.

He fell again and again until he moved to the ends of the earth; He drove a gondola and gave the rest of his life to a drunk in Jianghai. He, dreaming of returning to his hometown, is just a heartbroken man with tears flowing thousands of miles.

Ten years of endless news, I can't bear to think about it and forget it. There you are. You are sitting by the window alone, watching an ethereal plum blossom bloom lightly, and your thoughts slip through your heart, causing endless thoughts. Looking at the lonely grave, the Iraqis have passed away, and the ghosts are like dreams. Only a thousand tears can be shed, and perhaps only a touch of attachment can be buried in the short Songshan Mountain. However, my deep love still grows at night.

Although you have experienced so much, you have no decadence and hesitation. You cheer up, face life with a smile, feel the cool breeze and bright moon, see the truth clearly, listen to the lingering sound, and release eternal worries.

Qionglou Yuyu once danced to find his own shadow; Now I look at the northwest with my bow, but I am no longer frivolous, and my career is ups and downs, only adding silver frost to my temples. Zhou Lang is a talented person, so maybe I am laughing at my premature birth and the failure of Fahua's boss.

This Millennium-old song should have witnessed the youth of Er Qiao in Jiangdong, the lofty sentiments of Wei Wu, the tragic performance of Battle of Red Cliffs, the heroic spirit of the feather fan and the tears that died before being conquered.

Holding your hand ten years ago, it hurts every year. After ten years of life and death, natural people and ghosts are different. Dream back to my hometown, in the porch window house, the beauty in the mirror is yellow. People wake up from their dreams and die, leaving only tears on their pillows to absorb the absurdity of this night.

The river of no return cannot shake off his pride; The cold spring breeze can't change his uninhibited feelings. Holding a bamboo stick, travel all over Shan Ye; Step on a pair of awning shoes and walk through the storms of life.

Whose bright moon illuminates your black pine mountain? Whose clothes are covering your scarred wings? Passing through Qian Shan, I dreamed of returning to my hometown, but the beautiful image of my first wife was misty and swaying in front of me.

Du Fu

He once enjoyed the famous mountains and rivers in Qilu, looked at the verdant mountains at the head of the five mountains, created the nature of all things, and gathered the magic and beauty between heaven and earth. He secretly shouted in his heart: One day I will climb to your highest peak and watch the mountains crawl under my feet.

I have never seen that man cry for the army under such circumstances. What moves us is that he always pushes his troubles to the whole world when he is lonely and miserable, and finally dilutes himself in mourning.

Worry comes from the country, and joy comes from the country. Du Fu's smiling face was originally a sad face because he recovered lost ground. When he heard the good news, he jumped up and put out poems and books, hoping to return to his hometown. He looked at his wife and children, melancholy had already flown out, and he sang and drank too much, crying with joy. Du Fu, who was full of worries, was suddenly so ecstatic that the huge contrast reflected the weight of the people in his heart.

Deliberately don't set up a fence, let the woman take dates from your yard at any time.

Tao Yuanming

You come from officialdom, wearing a blue shirt and remain uncorrupted; You get involved in the countryside, release your troubles and call back your leisure.

You said that you never catered to the secular nature, and you were born with a preference for green mountains and green waters; You say you are a caged bird, nostalgic for the old forest, nostalgic for the fish in the pool, nostalgic for the abyss of the past; You said there was always a voice in your heart: "Come back!" "

In the early morning, last night, the starry sky was not closed, and you worked in the open field; At night, when the moon's face has quietly hung on the treetops, you only carry a hoe on your back and set foot on the starry way home. The straw beside the path is so long that the dew wet your clothes. Why don't you care?

The breeze blows the skirt, the boat rocks gently, you return to the countryside, drink, play the piano under the moon, watch the clouds and watch the tired birds fly back.

Li shangyin

In the final analysis, beauty is only a lonely melancholy. In this spring of "the east wind rises and a hundred flowers blossom", it is filled with depressed hearts and breeds a lovesickness. After a long time, lovers meet and then leave, candles burn out, and they still stick to their persistent true love.

Li Qingzhao

In the evening, Yi 'an boarded the Lanzhou ship alone, expecting Brocade's arrival. The west wing is full, and she still sits at the window and writes about lovesickness.

She drank a few glasses of light wine, but she couldn't resist the strong wind that night.

Lu you

He has a lifelong ambition to resist gold, but he can't do it, and his ambition is hard to pay. Walking outside the post, looking at the plum blossom beside the broken bridge, I seem to have found a bosom friend.

Chinese plum

Cold ling alone in the silent snow reveals the fragrance of plum blossoms, but also for whom? When the flowers are in full bloom and the swallows are singing, she silently hides in the gorgeous flowers and smiles.

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