Poems recalling the past

Poems recalling the past include The First Meeting of Appreciating Lotte Yangzhou, Visiting Shanxi Village, Sailing on the Mountain with Various Scholars, Huanxisha Caring about the West Wind, and Langtaosha Five Winds Outside the Curtain.

1, "Yangzhou will enjoy Lotte for the first time".

The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.

People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.

2. "Tour Shanxi Village".

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is a village.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

3. "Climbing Fanshan with Literati".

When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times.

Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.

Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious.

The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.

4. "Huanxisha, read the west wind, cool alone."

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.

5, "Langtaosha Wugeng curtain outside the wind".

After another five times, a sad wind blew in from outside the curtain and woke me up from my dream. I want to go back to Hualou. I don't know who to cooperate with. I remember that I used to fiddle with the fragrance with the Hosta, and now the fragrance has burned.

Looking back at the Zijinfeng outside the window, the water vapor is steaming, and I can't see the true face of the mountain. Looking at the water flowing eastward, the man was already half drunk. The day before yesterday, I left Luo Jin in tears, playing and collecting Hong.