Ancient poetry of the Song Dynasty

Lu You wrote "Chrysanthemum Pillow Poem" when he was twenty, but it was lost. At the age of sixty-three, I happened to pass through the Shen Garden and was moved by the scenery. I wrote two quatrains in the poem:

One of them

I picked yellow flowers to make a pillow bag, and the curved screen was deep and fragrant. Recalling the dream of forty-three years, the lights are dark and no one says that the heart is broken.

Second

When I was young, I once wrote a poem on a chrysanthemum pillow, and compiled the remaining manuscripts in a bag to lock the spider silk. Everything in the world has faded away, and only the fragrance remains like the old days.

At the age of sixty-eight, he visited Shen Garden again and wrote poems. Xiaoxu says:

To the south of Yuji Temple, there is Shen's small garden. Forty years ago, I lived in a small palace. When I arrived again, I found that the garden had changed owners three times, which made me feel sad when I read it.

The maple leaves are turning yellow at first, and the river sun is worried about the new frost on the temples. Lin Ting looked back with a sense of emptiness, who could say that the road to the spring was heartbreaking?

The old topics on the broken wall are dusty, and the broken clouds and dreams are blurry. Over the years, all my delusions have been eliminated, and I return a stick of incense to the pouch niche.

At the age of seventy-five, Wan passed away nearly forty years ago. He revisited Shen Garden and composed two quatrains from "Shen Garden".

First one

The setting sun on the city is painted with mournful corners, and the Shen Garden is not a restored pool. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it was once the shadow of a startled dragon came.

Second

The dream has been broken and the fragrance has been sold for forty years, and the old willows in the garden will not fly. This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing.

Eighty-one years old, sleepwalking in Shen Garden. When I wake up, I sigh with emotion. The poem goes:

First one

The road is near the south of the city and I am afraid to walk, and Shen's home is even more sad. The fragrance wears plum blossoms on guest's sleeves, and the green spring water grows on temple bridges.

Second

It is spring again on the small street in the south of the city, with only plum blossoms but no people. The jade bones have been sinking into the earth for a long time, and the ink marks are still like dust on the wall.

At the age of eighty-four, only one year after his death, You ignored his old age and frailty and visited Shen Garden again. The poem "Spring Outing" reads:

The flowers in Shen's home are like brocades, half of which were those who knew Fang Weng back then. It’s also true that beauty will eventually become ashes, and you can’t bear to have a dream that’s too hasty!

Cheng Hao

Oucheng

I have nothing to do but take my time. When I sleep, the sun is already red outside the east window.

Everything is calm and contented. The good times of the four seasons are the same as those of others.

The Tao connects to the heaven and the earth in tangible form, thinking about the changes in the wind and clouds.

Wealth and honor are not obscene, poverty is low, and the man is a hero here.

Youyue Temple

Wandering around on the Yuepo embankment, there is a hundred-foot platform in the middle of the sky in the north.

Everything has changed with the autumn weather, and a bottle of chat means the late coolness blooms.

The clouds and shadows are leisurely photographing each other in the center of the water, and the sound of springs in the woods comes quietly.

There is no reason to plan in the world, but we should save our company when good times come.

A walk in the suburbs

When we are walking freely in the green fields of Fangyuan, spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings.

The red willow lanes are full of excitement, and we sit on the moss rocks near the running water.

Don’t drink a cup of wine. I’m afraid the wind will blow away.

The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.

Spring is coming

The clouds are light and the wind is light. It is almost noon, and the flowers and willows are passing by the front river. At that time, people did not know how to enjoy themselves, and they would be called young people who took leisure time to study.

Inscribed on Huainan Temple

Go south and north and take a break, and the white apples blow all over the Chu River in autumn. A Taoist is not a guest in the autumn. He stays in the mountains feeling sad for a long time.

Yang Wanli

Xugongdian, Suxin City

The fence is sparse and deep, and the tree tops are sparse and deep. The flowers have fallen before they become shades. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.

Send Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Small Pond

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

Relaxing in early summer and taking a nap

The plums leave sore teeth, and the bananas are divided into green and window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers.

Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 2)

The flowers in the garden have fallen and bloomed along the way, white, white and red. Don't ask if you have traveled to a strange place. Wild fragrance comes from all directions.

Four Quatrains on Crossing Baijia Crossing (Part 4)

When it is sunny and when it rains, the road is dry and wet, half light and half dense, with overlapping mountains. In the distance, I saw the back of a cow in the flat grass, and there were traces of people in the sparse new seedlings.

Drama pen

Coins are made from wild chrysanthemums and moss, gold, brass and green compete for beauty; God gives money to poor poets, only to buy the sorrow but not the land.

Chen Shidao

quatrains

The book should be read with pleasure and it is difficult to finish it. If you have a guest, you will not come.

If things in the world are so contrary to each other, how long will it take to be pregnant with a hundred years old?

Chen Yuyi

Linjiang Immortal

I recall drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge in the past, and most of them were heroes. The long ravine flows away silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn.

More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch.

Drinking a glass of wine all night long will show you the bright future

The mountain roads in Wanli Township are impassable, and there are many worries during the festival every year.

It urges guests to sleep with spring wine, but the old plum blossoms are the dawn breeze.

New Year's Eve is a great time for weddings

Don't leave any traces of a glass of festive wine, just sit and watch the New Year's hair.

I am afraid that the plum blossoms will grow old tomorrow, but the night bottle will never feel cold.

Two poems on New Year's Eve

The firecrackers in the city have been replaced, and the moon blows over the river.

The hair on the temples changes with the seasons, and the lights shine brightly to others.

It’s a joy to compare the old years, but it’s also surprising to see how things have changed.

Go up to Yueyang Tower tomorrow and watch the spring growth in the mist of the island and the lake.

Two poems on New Year's Eve

Thousands of miles of rivers and lakes are haggard, but the street drums in winter and winter are not forgiving.

I only worry about the plum blossoms growing old overnight, and see the dawn giving spring.

Cold in Spring

The wind blows every day in Baling in February, and the spring cold is not over yet.

Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle

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Lu You At the age of 20, he wrote "Chrysanthemum Pillow Poems", which was lost. At the age of sixty-three, I happened to pass through the Shen Garden and was moved by the scenery. I wrote two quatrains in the poem:

One of them

I picked yellow flowers to make a pillow bag, and the curved screen was deep and fragrant. Recalling the dream of forty-three years, the lights are dark and no one says that the heart is broken.

Second

When I was young, I wrote a poem on the chrysanthemum pillow, and compiled the remaining manuscripts in a bag to lock the spider silk. Everything in the world has faded away, and only the fragrance remains like the old days.

At the age of sixty-eight, he visited Shen Garden again and wrote poems. Xiaoxu says:

To the south of Yuji Temple, there is Shen's small garden. Forty years ago, I lived in a small palace. When I arrived again, I found that the garden had changed owners three times, which made me feel sad when I read it.

The maple leaves are turning yellow at first, and the river sun is worried about the new frost on the temples. Lin Ting looked back with a sense of emptiness, who could say that the spring road was heartbreaking?

The old topics on the broken wall are dusty, and the broken clouds and dreams are blurry. Over the years, all my delusions have been eliminated, and I return a stick of incense to the pouch niche.

At the age of seventy-five, Wan passed away nearly forty years ago. He revisited Shen Garden and composed two quatrains from "Shen Garden".

First one

The setting sun on the city is painted with mournful corners, and the Shen Garden is not a restored pool. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it was once the shadow of a startled dragon came.

Second

The dream has been broken and the fragrance has been sold for forty years, and the old willows in the garden will not fly. This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and there is still a trace of it.

Eighty-one years old, sleepwalking in Shen Garden. When I wake up, I sigh with emotion. The poem goes:

First one

The road is near the south of the city and I am afraid to walk, and Shen's home is even more sad. The fragrance wears plum blossoms on guest's sleeves, and the green spring water grows on temple bridges.

Second

It is spring again on the small street in the south of the city, with only plum blossoms but no people. The jade bones have been sinking into the earth for a long time, and the ink marks are still like dust on the walls.

At the age of eighty-four, only one year after his death, You ignored his old age and frailty and visited Shen Garden again. The poem "Spring Outing" reads:

The flowers in Shen's home are like brocade, half of which he knew when he was young. It's also true that beauty will eventually become ashes, and you can't bear the dream of being too hasty!

Cheng Hao

Oucheng

I have nothing to do but take my time. When I sleep, the sun is already red outside the east window.

Everything is calm and contented. The good times of the four seasons are the same as those of others.

The Tao connects to the heaven and the earth in tangible form, thinking about the changes in the wind and clouds.

Wealth and honor are not obscene, poverty is low, and the man is a hero here.

Youyue Palace

Wandering around on the Yuepo embankment, there is a hundred-foot platform in the middle of the sky in the north.

Everything has changed with the autumn weather, and a bottle of chat means the late coolness blooms.

The clouds and shadows are leisurely photographing each other in the center of the water, and the sound of springs in the woods comes quietly.

There is no reason to plan in the world, but we should save our company when good times come.

A walk in the suburbs

When we are walking freely in the green fields of Fangyuan, spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings.

The red willow lanes are full of excitement, and we sit on the moss rocks near the running water.

Don’t drink a cup of wine. I’m afraid the wind and flowers will fly away.

The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return.

Spring is coming

The clouds are light and the wind is light. It is almost noon, and the flowers and willows are passing by the front river.

At that time, people did not know that I was happy, and I would say that I was a young man who took leisure time to study.

Title on Huainan Temple

I took a break when I went south or north, and the white apples blew all over the Chu River in autumn. A Taoist is not a guest in the autumn. He stays in the mountains feeling sad for a long time.

Yang Wanli

Xugongdian, Suxin City

The fence is sparse and deep, and the tree tops are sparse and deep. The flowers have fallen before they become shades. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.

Sent Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Small Pond

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

Relaxing in early summer and taking a nap

The plums leave sore teeth, and the bananas are divided into green and window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers.

Four Quatrains of Crossing Baijia Ferry (Part 2)

The flowers in the garden have fallen and bloomed along the way, white, white and red. Don't ask if you have traveled to a strange place. Wild fragrance comes from all directions.

Four Quatrains on Crossing Baijia Ferry (Part 4)

When it is sunny and when it rains, the road is dry and wet, half light and half dense, with overlapping mountains. In the distance, I saw the back of a cow in the flat grass, and there were traces of people in the sparse new seedlings.

Drama pen

Coins are made from wild chrysanthemums and moss, gold, brass and green compete for beauty; God gives money to poor poets, only to buy the sorrow but not the land.

Chen Shidao

quatrains

The book should be read with pleasure and it is difficult to finish it. If you have a guest, you will not come.

If things in the world are so contrary to each other, how long will it take to be pregnant with a hundred years old?

Chen Yuyi

Linjiang Immortal

I recall drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge in the past, and most of them were heroes. The long ravine flows away silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn.

More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch.

Drinking a glass of wine all night long will show you the bright future

The mountain roads in Wanli Township are impassable, and there are many worries during the festival every year.

It urges guests to sleep with spring wine, but the old plum blossoms are the dawn breeze.

New Year's Eve is a great time for weddings

Don't leave any traces of a glass of festive wine, just sit and watch the New Year's hair.

I am afraid that the plum blossoms will grow old tomorrow, but the night bottle will never feel cold.

Two poems on New Year's Eve

The firecrackers in the city have been replaced, and the moon blows over the river.

The hair on the temples changes with the seasons, and the lights shine brightly to others.

It’s a joy to compare the old years, but it’s also surprising to see how things have changed.

Go up to Yueyang Tower tomorrow and watch the spring growth in the mist of the island and the lake.

Two poems on New Year's Eve

Thousands of miles of rivers and lakes are haggard, but the street drums in winter and winter are not forgiving.

I only worry about the plum blossoms growing old overnight, and see the dawn giving spring.

Cold in Spring

The wind blows every day in Baling in February, and the spring cold is not over yet.

Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge-colored, independent and drizzly. On November 4th, the wind and rain hit the mainland.

Lying in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself.

I still think about serving my country. garrison platform.

I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain,

I dream of the iron horse glacier, and the red crisps are willing to break the buds,

I explore the southern branches that are not in full bloom,

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I don’t know how much fragrance it contains,

but it contains infinite meaning.

The Taoist is haggard under the spring window,

It is boring and broken, and he is worried and can’t lean on it.

If he wants to have a drink, he can rest.

Not necessarily The wind cannot blow in the Ming Dynasty

Poetry:

The evening breeze does not allow the clear ripples to be seen, but allows the heavy curtain to hang to the ground.

There are no mountains in the plains to cover the setting sun, and the west windows turn red when the moon comes.

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