Poems of daily necessities.

Leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the dangerous fence, the sun sets, and the future is bright. (Xin Qiji's "Fishing")

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. (Wang Wei's "Chuangguan Fortress")

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. (The Fisherman's Pride Fan Zhongyan)

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. (Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden)

Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house. (Wang Wei's A Letter from My Cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di)

Dream pool Xu Bodu xiao yue thousand trees, spring smoke miles Xi. Come and return it. I don't know the way.

Huang Furan lived in seclusion (Wang Weishi). Peach is full of rain, willow is full of spring smoke. The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.

After listening to the music, Han Ming told himself in dismay (one was the work of a sick prostitute and the other was a poem by Si Kongshu) that everything was sad for the orchestral music, and he wept all over his body. The gold is used up to teach singing and dancing and leave it to others to entertain teenagers.

In "Shi Jian Wu", Liu Xin's 10,000 yuan is forbidden to bring spring cigarettes, but it is deeply dyed with moss instead of straight money. And avoid being born as a place of parting, and forbidden to sing in front of the door.

As far as Zhenggu Investment knows, the new Lan Zhi is laid in full diameter, and the old peaches and plums are hung in front of the door. However, I want to remember the grass by the river and let out an inch of spring smoke.

At dusk in Yuan Zhen's boudoir, the red skirt is decorated with brick steps, jade claws and oranges. The light is like light, and the bright pupils are bright and condensed. You can't tune the strings, but a scholar can write a pen. The night invaded the bridal chamber, and the spring smoke came out through the curtain.

Zhang said that he and Zhang Jian traveled and lived in the south. Smell the bamboo stream at night and see the forest ridge at dawn. Spring smoke gives birth to ancient stones, and birds play quietly. There is no reward in the mountains, but I am afraid.

In the rain in Yangzhou, Liu Changqing and Zhang Shizhai visit prostitutes (a poem called Zhang Wei). The night is filled with spring smoke, and snuff burns even more. Add Shi Dai to the residual makeup, and dance brilliantly. Laugh and fan frequently, welcome the song and move the string at the beginning. I don't know if it will rain under the martial arts, but what happened to Haixi?

On the spring night in Jiangning, Qian Qi and Pei sent a banquet to send Xiao's different gardens to help Japan, and they rolled over and sat up by themselves. The owner Xiong Shi returned to the door. At the beginning of the month, the stars are thin, and the spring smoke is forbidden. All right, look at the stone garrison. Remember it's Nan Xu.

I hope Yangzhou West Spring will see Xu off to work, Wuhu West will see the pale flow, and the solitary spring smoke is in the building. Guabu early tide swallowed Jianye, garlic mountain sunny snow according to Yangzhou. You can't ask the story of the Sui family. Crane swims in Xianchi.

Yao He gave Yu Fu's school book to Ye Hei, the boss of Piling, whose manuscript is more valuable. The name of the subject is out, and the hometown is excluded. There are many trees in the mountain springs, and the sails are sparse in the evening. I'm from the Wu family, too. There's no reason to cheat.

In front of Li Qunyu's first two poems, he turned to Juanjuan. The broken mirror asks each other, and the blade is afraid of the coming year. Gently shake off the water, and the spring smoke falls under the pulse. Don't follow Chunjiang, follow people everywhere.

Tang rose musk burning, shark yarn covered with green. The palace makeup is near dawn, and the brocade section is easterly. In the weak spring smoke, in the gloomy yellow rain. I don't know what it means. It's as red as two.

There is a monk's house in Chen Guangti's Taoyuan Monk Taoyuan. Flowers are like chaos, and there are fairies in cranes. The porch is open, and the pine trees are wet with spring smoke. Decided to resign from the dust, according to the teacher's words, live in old age.

Jiao Ran and Xing Duan Tai Gong went to the stage to look forward to spring, saying that embroidered clothes are light in spring and there is no love in spring. Grass color between spring smoke and flowers sound between spring birds. Spring tree chaos, spring mountain named. The spring breeze is blowing, so don't tilt the spring jar.

Lu Wang, Pi Rixiu, bowed his wild vegetables to show his elegant poems, in order to reward his staff for warming the sun with spring smoke. Please make me a surplus basket. Deeply extract the lip fluid of Zha Niu, and finely knead the fragrance of Xuwen mouse ear. Purple armor was picked from the spring vein, and Cui Ya was found from Shi Gen. It's not that the owner doesn't like it.

Chen Biao Qin Wang rolled clothes, Qin king Palace was misty in spring, and the pearl trees were near the sky. Yu Qi, Su Xiang, He Qi, the curtain is frivolous and the water is fine. With fragrant sleeves, I looked for treasures everywhere. Looking back at Xianyang, it has been a thousand years.

Send people back to Jincheng and Shu, and spring scenery can be traced back to Heyuan. Three Gorges spent several nights with apes. Mangroves are in full bloom and blue rocks are rippling. And Yu Meng, Momo Shu soul. Long grievances are like stagnation, and rich people still remember Zhuo Wangsun.

The weaver girl in the thatched cottage was pregnant with morning glory, and the beauty of Beidou shed tears and her eyes were broken. The inscription condenses new hatred and throws gold to weave old worries. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees are misty in spring, and the milky way is long at night. If you want to tell Xianlang your heart, I will ask Yu Hua sooner or later.

Wu Rongdong looks back at Huashan and Lian Bi overlapping in Qingming, and the sunset whips slowly. The spring smoke cage is not only dim, but also clear as autumn rain. Three thousand horses have been released in the south, and one hundred and twenty cities are marked in the north. I'm afraid it's empty for the fairy to clap her hands and meet each other year after year.

Tang asked Li Shaofu to find out that the fairy family was not surnamed Mei, and people said nothing. The smoke in the bamboo spring is moving in the courtyard, the white clouds around the shore at the head of the flower dew stream all day long, and the yellow crane next to the pine sometimes comes. Which year, I was also a Go companion, and once I got drunk in the pine room.

Seven Poor Poems by Don Yan Qian and Tao Yuanming: I live in a poor alley, and I have no luxuries. Hard-working clothes and food are in this two-acre garden. Yu Chaoyang dew, mulberry leaves floating spring smoke. If you mess up your mind, there will be no other traitors in your wisdom. The choice of victory is not luxury, and prosperity is clear. When you meet a shepherd, you are a fool.

Li Bai, An Lu, Bai Zhao Mountain Peach Blossom Garden sent Liu to sleep in the clouds for 30 years, so I love immortals again. Although Penghu is invisible, the crane has no worries. When I returned to Taohuayan, I had to sleep in the cloud window. For ling people * * * language, drinking pool apes are connected. When it rises, it rises slightly, and when it rises, it floats to the top. Two cen embrace the east valley, and one swallow crosses the west. Trees are easy to hide in the sun, but cliffs are difficult to circle the moon. The grass turns wild and the flying radish shakes the spring smoke. Enter the distant stone room and choose the secluded field. Only this forest makes sense, and there is no middle edge of the area. Farewell to frost, a thousand years have passed.

Li Shangyin's Four Poems of Spring Scenes in Ran Ran, Yantai, is a stranger between the east and the west, and he can't find a charming soul for a few days. Mi Jia Yu Ke Ban Xin, Ye Ye advocates always getting to know each other. Warm, peach trees are late in the west, and peaches stand upright. There is no such thing as a dragon and a phoenix. Drunk is like the dawn, and the dream is broken. I'm afraid that the iron net is covered with coral, and the sea and sky are all gone. The belt is ruthless and wide, and the spring smoke is white. I don't know whether yan dan has breached Shi Tian, but I hope I can get a prison lock. When Luo Wei was arrested, the fragrant muscles were cold and wrinkled. Today, the east wind is invincible, turning into light into the west sea.

Jiao Ran Spring Rain A spring smoke accompanied by light rain makes the desert a city. Tung leaves are slightly cloudy, and peach blossoms are more suitable for wet. ☆ Zhang Hanxiao is a dark willow, and it is sloppy. Don't follow me home, just stand in the distance. ☆ Jiao Ran forest is low and the mountains are near, and the shore turns to flow. Grass can swim, so can white clouds. ☆ Zhang Han seeks the mountains and meditates on his guest's wishes, but suffers from wind and rain. You Yan's love is not over, it's time to fly. ☆ The hot sun turns to Jiao Ran, the pool is clean and the sky is shining. However, I want to learn from God. My heart is empty and I thank my friends. Zhang Han's road is noble and carefree, and the times are bitter. If Joan can eat, it is a waste of time. ☆ Jiao Ran

Jong Li Lushan Mountain controls Xunyang scenery, Cui Wei ancient and modern. The potential is better than the surface, and the green meets the heavenly heart. Songpu spring smoke, ten thousand lines of evening scenery. Looking at pictures is better, but reciting poems is more difficult. Jingjie Gate is back to back, overlooking Gong Yu Building. It's snowing heavily, and I can see the returning birds. Pull and push the double swords, and clear the imaginary two forests. White lotus ponds are everywhere, and jade is hard to find. It's cold near the Milky Way, and the dragon is deep in the cave. Gu Chuncun is splendid, and Shi Rundui is Lin Qiong. Xuanhe preaches fairy worship, and the green apes sing with the guests. Spring is far from Jiujiang, and the clouds are rolling and comfortable. The soup overflows in winter, but there is no heat in summer. He is as old as a hermit and will always be a bosom friend.

In early spring, Liu Changqing bid farewell to Zhao Jushi and returned to Jiangzuo. Changqing went to Songyang's former residence and saw you in the dust, which means he is out of the dust. I have been in love for more than ten years since my own Cangzhou period. Living in Fengcheng District, I look forward to the future Longhuahui. If you get a monk's family, you can keep your manners. Now that the suit is suitable, everything knows what love is. Enlightenment is empty, and it's okay to see heart water. And will be poor and smart and want to win. Why thank a guest who travels alone? You should be a distant male. Let the boat go to Chu, and the negative staff will say Qin plug. Seeing the flying clouds in the south reminds people of Wu Hui. Yao Si's old place seems suspicious. Night fire in Jinling city, spring smoke in Shire. After all, Wan Li is as bright as a belt. A lone sail floats to the green fog. The color of gas and cloud in Chutianhe River is often plutonium. Hidden in lakes and mountains, it connects several States. You can get what you want. It's all against the times. Go home with LAM Raymond, go home and read Water Margin. Grain Rain is still restrained, and He Xingcheng is eager to see him. If you are willing to be diligent, it is difficult to catch up with the machine. Tired and lucky, I was recommended by the guests, and finally I will encounter sand. If you don't enter the name, Pei Hui is empty-minded. Although it will be expensive then, it will be easy to retire. Travel dreams that are enemies of hometown appear frequently, and the spring breeze is heartbreaking. If you don't be a gentleman, you will have feelings for a long time, and you will know everything when you read. Pay and repay Chai Jing and work in Shan Ye.

Li Hele (a ballad written by Liang's family in Dongluo) has more than 20 kites, the shoulders and teeth are woven with shells, and the lips follow Zhu Ji. Spirit is like a rainbow, drinks are like buildings, and night is called Geng Yan. You can visit the pepper house through the back road, and the long autumn is full of gold. Yutang teases Jinlouzi, and the audience learns Handan Opera. The tongue is called a girl, and the embroidery is beside the Han emperor. I got ten beads and a pair of white jade, and the new imperial edict hung gold and dragged purple light. Ma Rufei, people's hearts are like water, and all officials are looking forward to it. I'll go back to the sun and the moon first. I want to be a river. I cut the clouds on the tiger crown, and the morning sword tends to be purple. Embroidered Duan Qianxun, became a soap official, and made a home secretary with gold. There is a big house in front of the twelve gates. The sky is blue and there are thin spring smoke. The gold shop is decorated with red light, and the bronze dragon is like a bucket. Yao Ji was drunk, lying in the fragrant seat, and the window of the sea millet cage was empty. Take the Danxue Phoenix to fill the line, as full as a fist. The golden toad smells like blue candle, and the uniform is full of prostitutes. Who knows that the rainy night has come, but I see the spring grass growing in the pool. Noisy strings blow into the sky, and Hongya's flute resounds through the sky. The sky is always through the two lakes, and the clouds are never like dry thunder. The sleeves are crossed, the bagpipes dance, and the five-tone bluebird learns to read. Can teach carved stone to train Zijin, send carved hair to send new rabbits. Huang San's seven nobles, fifty captains and two generals. At that time, I flew to chase colorful clouds, which became today's Beijing spring.

There is no wind in the willow in Jiuquan, Gu Huan, which gently stirs up the residual rain in spring. Apricot flowers are sad, yinger is right, and the building is painted east. Jin Ping was lonely and thought for a long time, but he still didn't know the news. The mirror is covered with dust, and the beads are dripping with tears, which damages the appearance. Luo Dailu gold, blue musk smoke condenses the soul. Screen painting, cloud chaos, I hate it. How many times have you cried? Where is the fickle love? The moon is near the window, the flowers are full of trees, and the letter is heavy. The small threshold is being set, and the green window is very quiet. Cui Wei dances with two phoenixes, and the old fragrance is cold. Don't come. It's hard to judge when you are in a mood, but you look old when you are young. There are faint tears on the powder, which is fascinating. Wear thin red, tired of Lv Yun. Little mandarin duck, golden jade, is called heart. The brocade scales have nowhere to spread your thoughts, and Haiyan Lan Tian Chun has gone again. A thousand tears every other year, I hate. Cover up the Ling Hua and clean up the emerald at the top. Kim Yu-chong's cigarette is fragrant and disgusting. The clouds are half down, lazy and heavy, and tears invade the mountain pillow. The silver lamp carries the bill, the dream is beautiful, and the geese fly south. The water is clear, thin and fragrant, and the lotus root is greasy. Xie Niang's resentment is endless, and the small screen is oblique. I hate it when the prodigal son never comes back and leaves a tie. The account is deep and tired, and it is a negative year. Wear resentment and shame, and the painting hall dies. The residual flowers are raining over the brothel, thinking long. No one is lonely when the season of wheatgrass depends on the degree. Draw rollo, the powder is dirty, so I don't worry.

Niu Qiao Bodhisattva's dance skirt is warm and fragrant, and the painted beams are full of surprises. Outside, willow flies, and Yu Lang hasn't come back yet. Sorrow even tears, eyebrows cut spring mountains and green. The days are very long in spring in Liaoyang, Jinping. Where Liu Hua flies, the warblers are ringing, and cars stand on the streets in spring. Jinfeng's small curtain was opened, and her face was full of waves and hatred. It's hard to dream in a brothel tonight. If you win a sorrow, who will be together in the end? Hosta is in a hurry in spring, and red apricots are crying. Looking at you upstairs, the window is bright and clean, and the rain has cleared up. Smokers cover themselves with green quilts and embroider mandarin ducks to sleep. Where there are no acquaintances, I envy his first thrush. The painting screen overlaps with Wu, and the Chu God still has the meaning of cloud. I feel deeply sorry for him every morning and evening. Romantic today is separated from ancient times, and Qutang is empty. Mountains and moons shine on mountains and flowers, and dreams return to light and shadow. The wind curtain swallows birds and sings willows, and the dresser lowers its hand. A heavy bun, a red peony hairpin. In front of the door, cheerful guests, white horses hiss spring scenery. Therefore, if you fall into the golden whip, you will wear it later. Goldfinches fly on the Lv Yun and frown at the thin smoke in spring. Cover the fragrant pavilion with hibiscus, and draw a few heavy Pingshan mountains. The cold weather outside the window is about to dawn, and it is still concentric chicory. I asked Lang when he would come back. Jade stove, ice basket, mandarin duck brocade, powder, incense, sweat, mountain pillow. Outside the curtain, the pulley sounded and the eyebrows smiled. Liu Yin is misty, with low temples and cicadas. You must fool around all your life and do your best today.

Time: Southern and Northern Dynasties

Author: Bao Zhao

Works: Antique

Content:

It is better to dig wells than springs in Beiling.

Life is endless, why not be immune to it?

Youth is strong and heavy, and decline reflects the year.

Let the rest of the car sing and raise the title to stop in Zhongshan.

Go to the corner of the city every day and look back at Luochuan for a week.

The streets were covered with frozen grass, and the battlements were covered with cold smoke.

Where is the prosperity? The palace has already collapsed.

Qi was framed and called Yi.

Time: Tang and Five Dynasties

Author: Li Bai

Works: seeking harmony, respecting teachers and retiring.

Content:

A group of towering skyscrapers, regardless of years;

Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.

Flowers warm and green cows lie down, and pines high and white cranes sleep;

Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Fan Zhongyan

Works: Su Curtains

Content:

Blue sky,

Yellow leaf land,

Autumn is full of waves,

The waves are cold and smoky.

The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.

The grass is ruthless,

Even beyond the sunset.

Dark hometown soul,

Thinking about traveling,

Every night unless,

Sweet dreams make people sleepy.

Mingyue Building rests on its own,

When wine is sad,

Turn into lovesick tears.

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Lin Bu

Works: View of Ruishang Room in Gushan Temple.

Content:

At the bottom, I feel uncomfortable leaning against the railing. The back pavilion of Gushan Tower leans to the west.

The gloomy painting axis Lin Temple is littered with chess shuttlecocks.

Autumn sometimes flies alone, and the sunset is just cold smoke.

Staying up late loves my family more, just waiting for spring to see the snowy day.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Cao Xueqin

Works: Autumn window storm.

Content: Generation separation

Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.

I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain!

Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly! Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.

I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.

Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.

Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain?

Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.

Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.

The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.

I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.