rhyme

Author: Jiang Kui Dynasty: Song genre: Ci

Poetry:

Moss branches adorn jade, bluebirds are small, and branches stay together. Meet in the guest, hedge corner dusk, nothing to lean on bamboo. Zhao Jun doesn't like Hu Shayuan, but remembers Jiangnan and Jiangbei. I want to wear a ring and come back on a moonlit night to become this flower. I still remember the old story of the palace. The man sleeps and flies near the moth green. There is nothing better than the spring breeze, no matter what it is, it has already arranged for the golden house to hide its beauty. I also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but I complained about the sorrow of Yulong. When you come to find incense again, you have entered the small window banner.

Pale yellow willow

Author: Jiang Kui Dynasty: Song genre: Ci

Poetry:

At dawn, I heard sad music in this lonely city. The sound was blown to the corner of weeping willow street by the wind. I rode alone at once, only to find a light coat and feel a cold wind. Look at the yellow and green weeping willows on the roadside, as familiar as I have seen in Jiangnan. Destroy wine and break the bridge. I always take a pot of wine to the bridge near my lover's residence. Swallow and fly, where is Wen Chun? Only the pond is green.

Cross the ridge from Jinzhuxi and flow.

Author: Xie Lingyun Dynasty: Southern and Northern Dynasties

Poetry:

Apes sing honestly and know the dawn, but the valley is not bright. The cloud under the rock is harmonious, and the flower is still dew. Wandering around, handing it all the way. Crossing the stream is both urgent and urgent, and climbing the stack is also mausoleum. Sichuan bamboo goes back and forth again and again, playing around with the current. Pingping is flooded, with deep water and deep Pumao water. Stone flying spring, climbing forest and picking leaves. If I want to see Shan people, I want to see her. You can't show your heart with Qin Lan's knot. Love is beautiful in appreciation, but who can tell the difference between things? Look at this relic. When he realized it, he sent it away.

The lamp pool upstairs

Author: Xie Lingyun Dynasty: Southern and Northern Dynasties School: Ancient Five Dynasties

Poetry:

Hong Fei is potential and charming, which sounds far away. Clouds are ashamed of Yunfu, and rivers are deep. It is difficult to enter morality and wisdom, but it is difficult to return to the field. Poor sea, lying empty forest. I was lying on the pillow, ignorant of the season and climate, and I took a temporary peek. Listen to the waves with your ears open, and look at the place with your eyes open. At the beginning of the scene, the wind direction changed, and the new sun became old and cloudy. Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds. Pray for a sad song, and you will feel the songs of Chu. It is easier to live forever than to live alone. Holding exercises is not unique to ancient times, and there is no sign of boredom today.

Klang Ganzhou

Author: Liu Yong Dynasty: Song genre: Ci

Poetry:

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? If you want to be a beauty, you have to miss a few days and know your boat. Fight for me, lean on the dry place, I am in a hurry.

blank

-Yanglingye

In your blank space

Incubate a few clouds patiently.

Tossed around all afternoon.

Made half a pot of wine.

Unpredictable wind direction

Can you ask Yun Fei to send it to the flower stand and open it?

The last tea

The last flower affair

The mood on the flower shelf is getting heavier and heavier.

Just let it float away.

It happened that it was blank.

Let the clouds be thick and moving.

Birds in the early morning

It seems that the answer is still among the branches and leaves.

It's dusk.

The rising moon

Move a shadow of splashing ink.

A faint light escaped from the blank of the flower shadow.

A faint scent

-Excerpted from the Morning Bell Supplement of Freedom Daily on June 25th 197 1.

Zhang Mo's Poems

Tone-free song

The moon leaked a little fireworks from the treetops.

Small fireworks spread along the beautiful grass.

Undulating clouds are oozing from the banks of fine grass.

The earth leaked from the relief cloud has not been awakened.

A big leak that has not been awakened leaves an unfinished splash of ink.

Incomplete ink.

Quick floor drain

An empty horizon without feet

I am the sunshine that I can't sing a thousand times.

—— 1972 September 17

mistake

Zheng Chouyu.

I walked through Jiangnan.

The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.

If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Like a bluestone street facing the night.

The sound is silent, and the curtain of March spring has not been lifted.

Your heart is a small closed window.

My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.

I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...