Ancient poems describing pastoral scenery

"Passing an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Have a banquet in the garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, chrysanthemums will come.

"Zhongnan Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

In his middle age, he was quite good at Taoism. In his later years, he came to the southern border of Nanshan. Every time I go alone when I am happy, I know my victory in vain.

Walking to a water-poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.

Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Countryside"

There is no suitable charm, and one's nature is to love hills and mountains.

I accidentally fell into the dust net and was gone for thirty years.

The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.

The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.

The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow at the top of the mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.

Qing Ping Le. Song Xin Qiji lives in the village

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming. Whose old lady is gray-haired?

The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops; the younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.

The following is from Wang Wei.

Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is still setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins.

On the summer day, when the father-in-law was drunk, he sang wildly in front of the five willow trees.

Zhuli Pavilion

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Autumn is dark in the mountains

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Return to Songshan to work

The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.

The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.

The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.

After a long journey, I came back and went into seclusion.

Zhongnan Mountain

Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas.

The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds.

If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.

Zhongnan Bieye

He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came home to Nanshan in his later years.

Happiness comes and beauty comes alone, and victory comes in vain.

Walking to a water-poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise.

I happened to be visiting Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time.

Qingxi

When you enter Huanghuachuan, you chase the water of Qingxi.

There will be thousands of twists and turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

The sound is noisy in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines.

The ripples of water chestnuts and water chestnuts are reflected in the clear water.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful.

Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

Weichuan Tianjia

The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

Pheasants [Juju] The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is hoeing and standing, talking to each other.

This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

Looking at the new Qingye (one night)

The new Qingyuan is vast. Extremely untainted.

Guomen faces the crossing. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.

Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.

There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.

Huanghuachuan

The dangerous path has tens of thousands of twists and turns, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.

When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills.

The rain is rustling on the pines and gurgling on the rocks.

Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains.

Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering.

The beauty of Qinggao has been purified, and the green trees are as dense as floating.

I used to be tired of being secretive, and I was relieved of worries.

Brother Cui Puyang, Ji Zhongqian, is in the mountains.

The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Junchi is free.

Under the long west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door.

Thousands of miles across the dark sky, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.

Sagao faces the Qin State, and Heta hides Jingguan.

The remaining rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are returning at dusk.

My old friend is still here today, and I sigh at this decadent appearance.

Tao Yuanming's Pastoral Poems

The fortunes are in sequence

The fortunes are like traveling in late spring. The spring clothes are ready, the scenery is harmonious, and I occasionally travel alone, happily talking to each other.

One: great fortune, Mu Muliang Dynasty. I'm wearing spring clothes, and I'm talking about the eastern suburbs. The mist lingers on the mountain, and the sky warms. There is a wind coming from the south, and it is carrying new seedlings.

Second: There is a vast ocean in the pond, which is where you rinse and wash your hands. Miao Miao's dreamy scenery brings joy and attention. People also say that what is satisfied is easy to be satisfied. Take a sip and enjoy yourself.

The third one: the flow in the eyes is extended, and the thoughts are clear. Children's crowns and careers are equal, and they return home in leisurely chants. I love it, and I love it so much. But if you hate this world, you can't pursue it.

Fourth: It’s morning and evening, and the words rest in the hut. The anthers are arranged in rows, and the forest is covered with bamboo. A clear harp lies across the bed, and a half-pot of turbid wine lies across the bed. There is no arrest in the Huangtang Dynasty, and I am left alone.

Two poems about moving

One: I wanted to live in Nancun in the past, but it was not for the purpose of divination. I heard that there are many honest people, and I am happy to count the mornings and evenings. I have been carrying this for quite a long time, so I will serve here today. Why is our house so wide? We can only use enough to cover the bed and mats. Neighbor songs come from time to time, and resistance and talk are in the past. Enjoy the wonderful articles and analyze the doubts.

Second: There are many beautiful days in spring and autumn, so I can climb high and compose new poems. They called each other after passing the door, and drank some wine. We all go back to the farm work, and miss each other in our spare time. When I love you, I wear my clothes and talk and laugh endlessly. This principle will not prevail, and it will disappear suddenly without doing anything. You must be disciplined about food and clothing, and don’t bully me if you work hard.

Five poems about returning to the garden and living in the fields

The first one: There is little folk rhyme, and one’s nature is to love hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and was gone for thirteen years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees. There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of space in the empty room. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.

Second: There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.

Third: Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, where the grass is rich and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.

Fourth: Take a long trip to the mountains and swamps, and have fun in the wild woods. Try taking your children and nephews with you and walking in the deserted ruins. Wandering among the hills and mountains, people still live in the past. There are remains of well stoves and decaying mulberry and bamboo trees. I would like to ask those who collect firewood, what are these people like? The salaryman said to me: "There will be no survivors after death." "A different dynasty leads to a different world", this saying is true! Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually become nothing.

Fifth: The regret and hatred can be resolved alone, and the rugged journey has led to the twists and turns. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it. I'm drinking new wine, and the two chickens bring me closer to the game. When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles. The joy comes but the evening is short, it has returned to the sky.

In the middle of the ninth month of the year of Gengxu, we harvested early rice in the West Field.

Life is on the right path, and food and clothing are essential. No one is camping, but they are seeking peace of mind. If you start to manage your business regularly in the spring, your achievements will be considerable; if you go out in the morning and work hard, you will pay back every day with a heavy load. There is a lot of frost and dew in the mountains, and the weather is also cold first. Isn’t it hard for the Tian family? It's hard to say goodbye. The four bodies are sincere and tired, and common people are suffering from dryness. Taking a bath under the eaves, fighting with wine to scatter your face, feeling depressed and drowning in your heart from afar, it has been related for thousands of years. I hope it stays like this, Gong Geng is not a sigh.

Three elegiac poems

One: Life must lead to death, and premature death is not dictated by fate. We were both human beings yesterday and are now in Guilu. Why is the soul energy scattered? The dead shape sends empty wood. My beloved son cries for his father, and my good friends caress me while I cry. Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong can be sensed safely! After thousands of years, who knows the honor and disgrace. But when Hate was alive, he could not drink enough.

Second: In the past, there was no wine to drink, but now there is only a glass of wine in the sky. Spring mash produces floating ants, when can we taste it better? The food table is full of food in front of me, and my old relatives are crying next to me. Desire to speak has no sound, desire to see has no light in the eyes. I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I stay in Huangcao Township. Once you go out, you will come back at night.

Third: How vast are the weeds, and the poplar trees are swaying. In the middle of September, the frost sent me out of the suburbs. There is no one living on all sides, and the high tombs are in ruins. The horse is up to the sky and roaring, and the wind is depressed. Once the secluded chamber is closed, it will never see the light of day again for a thousand years.

There will be no dynasty for a thousand years, and there is nothing the wise men can do! They always give each other away and each returns to his own home. Relatives may still be sad, but others have also sung. What's the way to die? It's the same mountain as your body.

Two poems about ancient farmhouses in the early spring of Guimao

One: I heard about Nanmu in the past, but I didn’t practice it back then. If there are people in the sky, how can spring be avoided? In the early morning, I pretended to be my driver, and my feelings for Qi Tu were already deep in my heart. The birds chirp to celebrate the New Year, and the cool wind sends away the remaining good things. The cold bamboos are desolate and the land is far away from the people. Therefore, the stick-planting man is leisurely and will never return. That is to say, the reason is not worthy of general knowledge, and the protection is shallow.

Second: The ancestors have taught us to be concerned about the road but not the poor. Looking forward is hard to catch, turning to desire will always make you diligent. Bing Lei is happy about current affairs, explaining his appearance and persuading farmers. Pingchou is far away from the wind, and good seedlings are also full of new ideas. Although I haven’t measured my achievements over the years, I am very pleased with the many things I have done. There is a break in farming, but the traveler has no interest in it. When the day comes, we return together, and when the pot of pulp is used, we work for our new neighbors. I chant a lot to cover the firewood gate, and talk about being the people of Long Mu.

Encourage farmers

One: In ancient times, people were born in the early days. Be proud and self-sufficient, embrace simplicity and truth. Wisdom and cleverness are cute, but they are worthy of extravagance. Whoever supports him depends on the philosopher.

Second: Where is the philosopher? Shiwei Houji. Where is the support? In fact, it is called sowing. Shun plowed the land, and Yu also farmed. As far away as Zhou Dian, the eight political affairs began to eat.

The third one: Xixi Lingde, Yiyi Yuanlu. The plants and trees are prosperous and the breeze is peaceful. There are many gentlemen and women competing for the time. The mulberry women are up at night, and the farmers are sleeping in the wild.

Fourth: The seasons are easy to pass, but the harmony is difficult to last. Ji Que and Li are together, but they are frustrated and drowned. We are both wise and diligent, and we are still diligent in farming. All the common people here, hold your train in your hands!

Fifth: People's livelihood depends on diligence, and diligence will not lead to shortage. Enjoy the feast in peace and contentment, and look forward to the end of the year! If you don't store rocks, you will be hungry and cold. Guer and his wife, how can you not feel ashamed!

The sixth one: Kong is immoral and Fan Xu is despicable. Dong Yue plays the piano and writes books, but he doesn’t wear the music in the countryside. If you can be transcendent, you can follow a high track, dare not hold back your clothes, and praise virtue and beauty.

Drinking alone in the continuous rain

The fate of life will eventually come to an end, as has been said from ancient times. There are pine trees in the world, but where are they today? Therefore, the old man gave me the remaining wine, saying that he would become immortal by drinking it. Try to drink hundreds of emotions far away, and forget about heaven when you re-drink wine. How can heaven go here? Ren Zhen has nothing to do first. The cloud crane has strange wings, and its eight wings can be returned in a moment. I have been alone for forty years. The body has been transformed for a long time, what can I say about my heart?

The returning bird

One: The returning bird flies to the forest in the morning; far away from the eight tables, close to the clouds. If you are not in harmony with the wind, you will turn over the net to seek your heart. The two people are talking to each other, and the scenery is clear and clear.

Second: The bird returns with wings, carrying it soaring and flying. Although I don't have any desire to travel, I still fall in love with the forest when I see it. When encountering the clouds, they echo each other and return. The journey is sincere and the sex is endless.

The third one: The bird returns with wings and wanders in the forest. Don't think about losing your way, and rejoice in your old home. Although there is no old lover, all the voices are harmonious. The air is clear day and night, and the mood is leisurely.

Fourth: The bird returns with wings, and the feathers are cold. If you don't travel in the open forest, you will stay in the forest. The morning breeze is refreshing, and good news comes from time to time. You pay for your ridicule, and you have already been involved in An Lao!

Two poems by Master Guo

One: The forest in front of the Ai Ai Hall stores the clear yin in mid-summer; the wind blows back and opens my lapels when the wind blows due to the time. After taking a break from socializing and traveling, I get up and play the book and harp. The vegetables in the garden are still growing, and the old grains are still stored today. There is a limit to what is good in one's business, but it is not admirable to go beyond the limit. I will pound rice grains to make fine wine. When the wine is ripe, I will pour it myself. The weakling teases me, and the language I learn has not yet become pronunciation. This is such a joyful thing that I forget about the beautiful hairpin. Looking at the white clouds in the distance, I feel so nostalgic for the past.

Second: It’s spring in Heze on Wednesday, and it’s cool and autumn. The dew is condensed and there is no atmosphere, the sky is high and the scenery is clear. The mausoleum and towering peaks are amazing when viewed from a distance. Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks. With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under Shuang. Holding the cup in my mouth to remember the secluded person, I will care for you for thousands of years. If the quality is not improved, I will be tired of having a good month.

Reward Liu Chaisang

It is used by the poor and the widowed, and they forget about the surroundings. There are many fallen leaves in the palm garden, and I am relieved to know that it is autumn. New sunflowers bloom in the north, and Jiazhong supports the south. I am not happy now. Do you know that there will be a new year? The fortune-teller will take a weak child with him, and he will go on a long journey on a good day.

Read part one of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas":

The grass and trees in Mengxia are long, and the trees are sparse around the house. The birds are happy to have their support, and I also love my house. I have plowed and planted, but I still read my books. The poor alley is separated by a deep rut, and it is quite possible to return to an old friend's car. Drinking spring wine and picking vegetables from my garden. The light rain comes from the east, and the good wind goes with it. Browse "The Biography of the King of Zhou" and "Mountains and Seas". Looking down at the universe, what will happen if you don't feel happy?

Peach Blossom Spring Poem

In the Taiyuan Dynasty of Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling made fishing their profession and traveled along streams, forgetting the distance of the road. Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank. There were no trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the fallen flowers were colorful. It was very strange for fishermen. Going forward again, I want to exhaust the forest. When the forest runs out of water, there is a mountain. There is a small mouth in the mountain, as if there is light; I will leave my boat and enter through the mouth. At the beginning it was extremely narrow, and then it became clear; after taking dozens of steps, it suddenly became enlightened.

The land is flat and vast, with well-shaped houses, good mouths, beautiful ponds, and mulberry trees. There is traffic on the streets, and chickens and dogs hear each other. Among them, the men and women are dressed like outsiders, their yellow hair is hanging down, and they are enjoying themselves. When he saw the fisherman, he was shocked. When he asked where he had come from, he gave him an answer. He wanted to return home, set up wine, and kill chickens for food. Hearing about this person in the village, Xian came to inquire. Ziyun's ancestors escaped from the chaos of the Qin Dynasty and led his wife's people to this desperate situation. They never came out, so they separated themselves from outsiders. When I ask what era this is, I don’t know whether there was the Han Dynasty or the Wei and Jin Dynasties. What this person said one by one made everyone sigh. The rest of the people went to their homes again, where they all had wine and food, stopped for a few days, and then resigned. One of the people said: "It's not enough to teach outsiders." After getting out and getting the boat, he helped him to the road and looked for it everywhere. Naijun, the prefect said so. The prefect immediately sent people to follow him in search of where he wanted to go, but he lost his way and could no longer find the way. Liu Ziji from Nanyang was a noble scholar. Hearing about it, he went there happily. Without success, he ends up seeking illness. After that, no one cared.

The Ying family is in chaos, and wise men avoid the world. Huang Qi's Shangshan, the beautiful woman also passed away. The traces of the past are lost and forgotten, and the paths of the past are in ruins. Xiang was ordered to farm and farm, and when the day came, he rested there. Mulberry and bamboo hang down the remaining shade, and the bean sprouts are harvested at any time; silkworms gather filaments in spring, and the king's taxes are harvested when they ripen in autumn. The deserted road is full of traffic, and chickens and dogs bark at each other. Zu Dou has only ancient methods, and there is no new way to make clothes. Children and children are walking and singing, and class members are enjoying their walks. The grass is strong and harmonious, and the wood is decaying and the wind is fierce. Although there is no calendar, the four seasons form their own years. There is so much joy in it, so much wisdom! The strange trace has been hidden for five hundred years, and once it opened up to the divine world. Simple and thin, it has a different origin, and it is also secluded when it comes back. I would like to ask the traveling alchemist, how can I judge what is outside the hustle and bustle of the city? I would like to whisper in the breeze and hold high to find my contract.

Nine Days of Leisure

I love the name of Jiu, the garden is full of autumn chrysanthemums, and I hold the mash for a long time, serving Jiuhua in the sky, focusing on my words. There are many short-term meanings in this world, but this person is happy for a long time. The sun and the moon arrive according to the time, and the common people love their names. The dew blows with the wind, the air is clear and the sky is bright. There are no traces of the passing swallows, but there are lingering sounds of the approaching geese. Wine can dispel all kinds of worries, and chrysanthemum can relieve aging. How can a man from Penglu look upon his fortune in vain? The prince of dust is ashamed and has a weak base, but the poor man is proud of himself; he keeps his lapels low and gossips alone, and remembers them with deep affection. If you live late and have many entertainments, there will be no success if you stay in floods.

Seven poems about poor people

One: All races have their own support, but the lonely cloud has no one to rely on. When the warmth disappears in the sky, when will I see the afterglow? The morning glow begins in Cebu, and all the birds fly together. He left Lin He late and returned late. If we stick to the old path within our capabilities, won’t we avoid cold and hunger? What a tragedy it would be if a close friend did not survive.

Second: The sad and stern dusk of the year, with the brown clouds exposing the front pavilion. The southern garden is full of beauty, and the dry strips are abundant in the northern garden. When the pot is poured out, there is no remaining drain, and when one peeks into the stove, there is no smoke. The poems and books are piled outside the seat, and I read them every day without neglecting to study them. Living leisurely is not a waste of time, and there is always a feeling of sadness. How can I comfort my heart? I have so many virtuous people in ancient times.

Third: The old man Rongsou carries the rope and plays the piano happily. The original Na Jue Lu, the clear song and the business sound. It's been a long time since I've left Chonghua, and I've been looking for poor people for generations. The neck is not covered with elbows, and the glutinous rice soup is often exhausted. Don't you forget to attack Qingqiu? It's not what you want. Even if you give me a gift, I can only discern it, but you cannot see my heart.

Fourth: Those who live in poverty and remain humble have existed in Qianlou since ancient times. I will not be honored by a good nobleman, and I will not be rewarded by generous gifts. Once your life span is over, you will still be ill-served. Don't you know the extreme? It's not the way, so there is no worry. It will be thousands of years since I saw this couple again. Live with benevolence and righteousness in the morning, what else can you ask for when you die at night?

Fifth: Yuan An is trapped in the snow and cannot do anything. When Ruan Gong saw the money coming in, he immediately abandoned his official position. The cud is at room temperature, so you can pick Juzu for your meal. Isn't it really hard work, and the fear is not hunger and cold. The rich and the poor are always at war, but the victory of the Tao has no regrets. As far as Deguanbanglu, the Qing Festival reflected Xiguan.

Part 6: Zhong Wei loves living in poverty, and grows wormwood around the house. Yiran has no friends and is very good at writing poems. Among all the ignorant people in the world, there is only one Liu Gong. Is this scholar Hu Duran? In fact, it is the same as the rare one; he is happy with his career and is not a poor man. People must be clumsy, and they can always follow each other when talking.

The seventh one: In the past, he was in Huang Zilian, and played the crown to assist the famous state. Once he resigned from his official position and returned home, he was poor and found it difficult to live with his wife. I feel hungry and my benevolent wife sheds tears to me. Although the husband is ambitious, he is worried about his children. When Huisun met, he sighed that he could not repay the gift. Who Yungu is in poverty, Miao Zai has cultivated before.

Nine ancient poems

One: Orchid under Rongrong's window, willow in front of the dense hall. When we first parted ways with you, it didn’t mean that we would be together for a long time. Traveling thousands of miles away, I meet friends on the middle road. Wei Yan's heart is not drunk, so he is not picking up a glass of wine. The orchids are withered and the willows are also declining, so this statement is in vain. Thank you young men for knowing each other and being unfaithful. If one's spirit is full of life, what's the point of separation?

Second: I have been strict with my family, and my journey will never end. What are you doing now? It is neither business nor military. I heard that Tian Zitai was a scholar who was honest and righteous. The people here have been dead for a long time, and the village has adopted its customs. He was born with a high reputation in the world, but it has not been passed down forever. If you don't learn how to gallop, you will live for a hundred years.

Third: It rains suddenly in mid-spring, and thunder begins to strike in the east. All the stings are hiding in fear, and the grass and trees are growing vertically and horizontally. Pianpian is a new arrival, and they both enter our house. The former nest is still there, and the prime minister has returned to his old residence.

Since we parted, the courtyard has been deserted day by day; my heart is so stubborn, how will your love be?

Fourth: A hundred-foot-long tower with a clear view of the four deserts. It is the Guiyun House in the evening and the Flying Bird Hall in the morning. The eyes are filled with mountains and rivers, but the plains are vast and vast. In ancient times, famous people fought generously for this field. Once he is a hundred years old, he will return to Beimang. The pines and cypresses are cut down by people, and the graves are high and low. The fallen master, where is the wandering soul! Prosperity and splendor are precious, but they are also pitiful and sad.

Fifth: There is a scholar in the East who always wears endless clothes. When he is in his thirties and nines, he wears a crown every ten years. Hard work is unparalleled, and you always have a good appearance. I wanted to see his people, so I went to cross the river pass in the morning. Green pines grow along the road, and white clouds hang over the eaves. Knowing my purpose, take the harp and play it for me. The upper string is frightened to see the crane, and the lower string is the solitary luan. I would like to stay with you from Ling to Suihan.

The sixth one: The trees in the valley are green, and winter and summer are always the same; frost and snow are seen every year, who can say that you don’t know the time. Tired of hearing the world's words, I made friends and came to Linzi. There are many talkers in Jixia, and I can point to them to resolve my doubts. The clothes have been worn for a long time, and I have said goodbye to my family. I stopped and went out and sat down to think about myself. I don’t complain that I have a long way to go, but I am afraid that others will bully me. If you don't agree with me, I will laugh at you forever. Yi Huai has no way to write this poem for you.

Part 7: The sky is cloudless at dusk, and the spring breeze is gentle. The beauty is beautiful in the clear night, singing heartily at dawn. The song lasts for a long time and is very touching. The moon is shining brightly among the clouds, and the moon is shining brightly in China. Isn't it good for a while, but what if it's not long?

Eighth: When he was young, he was strong and powerful, and he traveled alone with his sword in hand. Whose words and deeds travel closely? Zhangye to Youzhou. If you are hungry, you will eat Shouyangwei; if you are thirsty, water will flow easily. I didn’t see anyone I knew, but I saw ancient hills. There are two high tombs on the roadside, Boya's and Zhuangzhou's. This kind of scholar is hard to come by again. What more can I ask for in my life?

Nineteen: Plant mulberry trees by the Yangtze River and hope to harvest them in three years. The branches are beginning to grow, but suddenly the mountains and rivers change. The leaves are destroyed by themselves, and the roots are floating in the sea.

Since the spring silkworms have nothing to eat, who wants to stay in cold clothes? I didn’t plant on the plateau, so why regret it today?

The twelfth lunar month

The wind and snow send away the remaining luck, so it’s okay to have peace. Plum willows are planted between the doors, and there are beautiful flowers in one line. I sing your words well, how much wine is suitable for you! I don’t know how much, but there are strange songs in Zhangshan.

Twenty poems about drinking, in sequence

I have nothing to do but enjoy myself, and the night is already long. I occasionally have famous wines, and I drink them all night long. Gu Ying was alone, and suddenly he became drunk again. After getting drunk, he would amuse himself by asking a few questions. There is a lot of paper and ink, and there is no interpretation of the words. I thought it would make me laugh when I chatted about my life with an old friend.

One: The decline and prosperity are uncertain, and they are more dependent on each other. The melon fields in Shaosheng are as peaceful as those in Dongling! There is metabolism in cold and heat, and human nature is like this. The master understands the meeting, and there will be no doubt about the passing of the general. Suddenly, with a bottle of wine, they enjoy each other day and night.

Second: Good deeds will be rewarded, Uncle Yi is in Xishan. There is no need for good and evil, so why talk in vain? Ninety lines with ropes, hunger and cold conditions at that time. It’s not bad for Guqiong Festival, who will pass it on to all generations.

The third one: Tao mourns for thousands of years, and everyone cherishes his feelings. He refuses to drink wine, but he cares about his reputation in the world. So don’t you value my life for the rest of my life? How many times can you live in your life? It's as sudden as lightning. Within a hundred years of Ding Ding, what can you achieve if you hold on to this!

Fourth: The birds are missing from the roost, flying alone at dusk. Wandering without end, the sound turns sad every night. The sharp sound reminds me of the clear distance, and I can't help but feel where I am when I come and go. Because of the solitary pine trees, they come and go from afar. There are no prosperous trees in the strong wind, but this shade alone never fades. You have achieved what you have achieved, and it will not be violated for thousands of years.

Fifth: The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

The sixth one: There are thousands of things to do, but who knows what is wrong and what is right. Right and wrong are nothing compared to each other, and they are the same as corruption. This matter has lasted for more than three seasons, and it seems that Da Shi is not here. You are stupid in the vulgar world, and you should follow Huang Qi.

The seventh one: Autumn chrysanthemums have a beautiful color, and the dew on their clothes reveals their beauty. I have forgotten all my worries, and I have left behind my feelings in the world. Although the cup is taken alone, the cup will be exhausted and the pot will tip over. The flocks are moving every day, and the returning birds are singing in the forest. Xiao Ao Dongxuan, chatting about regaining this life.

Part 8: The green pines are in the east garden, the grass has lost its beauty, the frost has killed the strange ones, and the tall branches can be seen. Even the people in the forest don't realize it. It's a wonder that a single tree has many people. Holding the pot to caress the cold kettle, it will appear again when you look into the distance. In the dream of my life, what is the matter?

Nineteen: If you hear knocking on the door early in the morning, you will open your clothes and open them yourself. Ask the child for whom? Father Tian has a good idea. The pot of pulp is far away from the future, and I doubt that I am good with the time. Under the tattered thatched eaves, there is not enough room for a high place to live. We are all still the same in this life, I hope you will gurgling the mud. I deeply feel that my father's words are inconsistent with his temperament. You can learn how to be sincere, but it is not a delusion if it goes against one's own self. And if you enjoy this drink, I will not be able to return.

No. 10: In the past, I traveled far to the corner of the East China Sea. The road is long and windy, with wind and waves blocking the way. Who ordered this trip? Seems to be driven by hunger. When you are full, you will have more than a little. Afraid that this is not a famous plan, I will rest and go back to my leisurely life.

Eleven: Yan Sheng is known as benevolent, and Rong Gong is right in his words. Years are not harvested many times, hunger leads to old age, even though one has a posthumous name, he will be withered all his life. What will he know when he dies? It is good to satisfy one's heart. It is good for a guest to raise a body of gold, and the treasure will disappear when the treasure is gone. Why is it evil to be buried naked? People should understand their intentions. .

Twelve: The eldest son once served as an official, but his strong integrity suddenly disappeared; Dumen did not come back and died for the rest of his life. When Zhongli returned to Daze, Gao Feng began to emerge. It's easy to go away, so why doubt again! Go and ridicule, the secular world has been bullying each other for a long time. Let's talk leisurely, please follow the rest.

Thirteen: There are guests who often stop by the same place, choosing to go to a different place. One scholar is often drunk alone, while the other is awake all the year round. When they are drunk, they still laugh at each other, and neither of them understands what they say. There is nothing stupid about being arrogant, but there is nothing like being arrogant. Send a message to the guest, and the candle will be held when the sun goes out.

Fourteen: An old friend appreciates my interest and greets me with a pot. Ban Jing sat under the pine tree, drinking several cups and was already drunk again. His elders talked nonsense, and he lost his way while drinking wine. He didn't realize that I was there. He knew that things were precious, and he was fascinated by them for a long time. There was a deep flavor in the wine.

Fifteenth day: The house is poor and lacks labor, and the bushes are left in ruins. There are flying birds everywhere, but they are silent and traceless. The universe is as long as one, and the number of lives is as few as a hundred. As time passes by, my temples have already turned white. It would be a pity to have such a deep love if we don't bear the burden of poverty.

Sixteen: Young people rarely have people and things to do, and the best way to travel is in the Six Classics. If you walk without confusion, you will not succeed if you stay in trouble. Unexpectedly, he held on to the poverty alleviation, hunger, cold and fullness. There is a sad wind in my hut, and there is no front yard with weeds. I keep watch all night long in brown clothes, but the rooster refuses to crow in the morning. Meng Gong is not here, so he always hides my feelings.

Seventeen: The orchids grow in the vestibule, waiting for the breeze. The breeze came suddenly, and I saw Xiao Aizhong farewell. If you lose your way, you may be able to pass by another road. When you wake up, you should think about it. All the birds will use up your good bow.

Eighteen: Ziyun was addicted to alcohol, and his family was poor, so he relied on good people to dispel his confusion. The drinkers come to do everything possible, and the consultations are all blocked. If you refuse to speak sometimes, you are not attacking the country. A benevolent person uses his heart and never loses his silence.

Nineteen: In the past, I suffered from hardship and hunger, so I went to study in Lei. They will not be able to maintain their health, and they will be frozen and exhausted. It's the right time to start a new year, and you will be ashamed of your ambitions. Then he separated completely, brushed his clothes and returned to the fields. The air flowed slowly, and the pavilions and pavilions returned to each other. The road of the world is long and long, so Yang Zhu stops. Although there is nothing to spend money on, the wine can be relied on.

Twenty: It’s been a long time since Xi Nong left me, but the whole world has rarely returned to its true state. The old man in Jiji Lu will fill the gaps to make him pure. Although the phoenix bird has not arrived, the rituals and music have been temporarily renewed, and the music has stopped ringing slightly, drifting to catch Kuang Qin. What's the crime with poems and books? Once turned into dust. All the old men are sincere and diligent in their work. How could it be that in this peerless world, there is no one relative among the six families? Driving around all day long without seeing anyone. If you don't drink quickly, you will have to wear a turban on your head. But if you hate the many fallacies, you should forgive the intoxication.