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The 28th day of the lunar month": The sundial is more than three days, and the sorrow is all over the year. Wine invades the new year, and flowers are waiting for the old branches. There are many gifts in the neighborhood, and there is smoke in the kitchen. The wind and snow are smooth, and the spring is intended to be the first.
Feng Shixing was a literati of the Northern Song Dynasty, erudite and talented, noble and noble, fresh and bright poetry, natural and timeless, and the author of "Jinyun Anthology". The years pass slowly, and unconsciously, the year is approaching, and the old year is about to pass, and the mood is a little lonely and melancholy. The home-brewed wine is freshly ripe, the aroma is overflowing, and the plum blossoms are waiting to be released, swaying sparse branches. Families were gifting each other delicious food, and mist smoke rose from the kitchen stove. Family reunion, sitting around the fire, warm and harmonious, laughter, looking forward to the arrival of spring.
On the 28th day of the lunar month, he and Zhizong raised the year of the county to sip tea in the north building to enjoy the plum in the Zhongxian Hall, and Zhizong improvised a poem rhyme and simply mentioned the ship: the old and sick were lying in the Jinjiang River, and the poetic fetish failed to fall. The garden is firmly down with plum eyes, and the years are full of wine. The hall burned incense to pay tribute to virtue, and the head of the building looked back at his hometown. Yellow mandarin did not worship Xiao Songci, and the local flavor is a pair of treasures.
Wang Shipeng is a famous minister of the Southern Song Dynasty, a poet, famous in the world, upright and honest, the poetic style is sparse and bright, fresh and elegant. The title of this poem is long, but it also explains the time, place, and characters clearly. Old and sick, living alone in a foreign land, he likes to write poems and sing songs. The garden is empty and silent, the plum blossoms are gorgeous, the years are flowing slowly, and the wine is full of mellow beauty. Climb the tall building alone, look back at your hometown, and your feelings linger in your heart.
On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, the spring rain and illness were composed": The wind of the small pavilion lattice window pushes itself, and the hand adds incense to the ashes. The old age is sent to the sick poem, and the lady will return to the spring rain. The noon case is waiting to taste the new leek, and the eaves want to open the plum. The metabolism of the years is as busy as promised, and it seems to be getting old with the declining man.
Shen Zhou is a famous calligrapher and painter in the Ming Dynasty, a poet, who is free and easy, and has a love for the landscape, and the poetry style is beautiful and elegant, quiet and leisurely. At the end of the season, before and after the beginning of spring, it is dripping with drizzle, and the first recovery from a long illness is endowed with poetry, which is clear and bright, and the charm is long. Push open the window and breathe in the fresh, bright air, the breeze blowing gently is refreshing and refreshing. Light incense, turn the red stove fire, send away the old year in the poems and tea, and usher in spring. The spring rain is continuous, dripping and dripping, there are fresh leeks on the dining table, and the plum blossoms under the eaves are waiting to be released, the spring is full of vitality, and everything is just right.
December 28th Lichun Ciyun Wang Shan Chang Junfu": The rest of his life is an olive worm seeking to stretch, and he has been the last person to slaughter crisp for a long time. Everything is not about idleness, and the three dynasties are happy before the new year. The grass buds and green have returned to business, and the snow day should be remembered by the small people. The boat is alive and the king decides to make a plan, why should he carry the free body together.
Fang Hui is a poet in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty, rarely famous, diligent and studious, the style of poetry is gloomy and elegant, and he is the author of "Tongjiang Collection". The end of the year is approaching, the old year is about to pass, and we welcome the new year with joy and joy. The earth is rejuvenated, everything is revived, and the grass has grown verdant shoots; The snow is beginning to clear and the weather is warm, and we are looking forward to another good harvest year in the coming year. A flat boat, free, the heart longs to be relaxed, carefree, free of mountains, lakes and seas.
December 28th": The forest in the lonely garden, the spring under the vein forest. Xiao Xian is in the twilight of his life, and what does the old body want. Not afraid of the sun and the moon, but laughing at the frost and snow. Life is not evil, and it is often lost. At dusk, the night is full, and the cold clouds are full of empty mountains. The bottle is full of corn grains, and there is no way to return the old one. Dust does not know, crown is easy to entangle. Wuding food and cooking, inch scenery can be a few years. The mood is born and dies each other, and the elegant and the vulgar are shifted. Sitting on the bright lamp, the incense is clearer.
Han Shu is a famous poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, with outstanding talent, elegant ambition, fresh and bright poetic style, handsome and tranquil, and the author of "Jianquan Collection". In the end of the season, the garden is quiet and empty, bleak and cold; The ice and snow melt, the spring water tinkles pleasantly, and the veins flow. Laughing at the clouds, the sun rises and sets, the sun rises and the sun sets, and the day is chic, indifferent and leisurely; Fearless of the passage of time, the wind and frost are blowing, carefree and free.
On December 28th, Meng En instructed the deputy envoy of the Huangzhou regiment training of Wailang, a member of the water department of the school, to reuse the two rhymes: The 100-day return period coincides with spring, and the rest of the year is the most important. When you go out, the whirlwind blows, and you can go to the people. But the wine glass is a dream, and the poetry pen is like a god. Why should we be deeply responsible for this disaster, there has never been a reason for stealing.
The words of my life are tired for me, and my reputation is not low. Plug it up and return to his Japanese horse, and the east of the city does not fight young chickens. Peng Ze, a retired official, is poor and has no alcohol, and has a wife. It is ridiculous that Suiyang is old and engaged, and he is going to Jiangxi for Yu Tou.
Mr. Dongpo, a great writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, had a bumpy career in his life, and the sea was up and down, but he was always open and optimistic. You see, he walked lightly and galloped on horseback, and it was difficult to hide the excitement and joy in his mood. He heard the magpie chirping, which symbolized the coming of the happy event, which was pleasant to the ear; He felt the cold wind blowing casually on his warm cheeks, relaxed and cheerful. Winter is about to pass, spring has come, let us be full of pride, full of confidence to meet a better tomorrow!