Topic Qingzhou shanzhai

When Ouyang Xiu was in politics in Qingzhou, he built a "mountain village" next to his office. The following is a poem about a mountain village (there is no poem entitled "Qingzhou Mountain Village", just a short article):

I'm tired of steaming in the sick mountain village. I haven't been to Dongcheng for a long time.

New lotus flowers fly in the water, and trees turn into warblers.

Serving wine does not prevent hospitality from getting drunk, but I still see the old farmer by virtue of my height.

Shi Jun has his own interest in Lin Quan, so he doesn't have to stir up the underwater sound.

Shuimo pavilion

One of the two quatrains in Shanzhai Opera Book (Song Ouyang Xiu)

After spring, I got sick and didn't go out. I sat and watched the crowd rot like snow.

Just as young people love flowers, the spring breeze blows cracks in the rocks every day.

Two quatrains from the Shanzhai Opera Book (Song Ouyang Xiu)

Before the honey spleen is full, bees pick flowers, and the wheat has called the wind and rain.

It's just the time when the shanzhai has had enough sleep. It doesn't feel like noon among flowers.

The following is a short article about Qingzhou shanzhai:

The title of Qingzhou Shanzhai "Xining Three Years"

I often like to recite Chang Jian's poem: "The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, the branches and flowers go around, and the meditation place." If you want to get in touch with your words, you won't get them for a long time, but it's hard for people who know how to make them. Come to Qingzhou late, come to the banquet. Because I didn't expect to see it in my life, I couldn't say it myself, so I wanted to hope for it, but I didn't get a word. The former husband is the beginning, and the scenery is in his eyes, but he can't claim to be pregnant. Is talent limited but not strong? Will I be old, the decline of literary thought? This is a lifelong hatred. Watch the sun on the midsummer moon in Xining.