Modern people write poems in the old style
Yong Liqiu. The moon is crossed, the smoke and rain are crossed, and the butterflies are in the east and the cicadas are in the west. The winding path is cherished by the old flowers, and the high platform sits and lies down to watch the clouds low.
Sorrow folds the white willow, and the lonely rhyme becomes a yellow-mouthed oriole. Last night's wind was tasteless, and it was no longer like spring mud.
Sing the beginning of autumn again. Hibiscus is glamorous and autumn, sitting alone in the pond fish is ridiculed. The white hair hangs down the shoulders and the old hat, and the green shirt wraps the arms and cold clothes.
Chewing flowers pretends to be three spring shows, and it is difficult to become fat in one day. The cold and warm do not know the seasons, and Jiangnan has been thinking about it again.
Singing the beginning of autumn again. Every time the cloud is high, the heart is also high, and the leaves are withered by the railing. The red and yellow flowers are swaying, and the seven lovers of sorrow and joy are lonely.
The south goose is unruly and the road back is dangerous, and the west wind turns into a mountain pride. The floating years are sad and bitter, and the green shirt is poured with wine.
Zhongyuan has a new rhyme
Hold flowers and sacrifice magnolias, and bind ghosts to return to the city that never sleeps. Huaimeng didn't expect to meet by chance, why did people ask about it.
It is difficult to follow the crowd with lofty ambitions, and the Tao has fallen into decline and only practiced. I am self-righteous and funny, and the joys and sorrows of the year were ruthless.
There is a bosom at the end. The flowers bloom and the flowers are old and the flowers are remnant, and the willow branches sit on the bitter cicadas. It's all glorious and lonely, don't come to be cold.
The three springs are beautiful and cold, and the name of the first life is undulating. According to this, there is nothing to talk about in the world, but after death and in life.
Reading Yue Fei is full of Jiang Hong's arms.
Every Qiqi must be re-read, and it is difficult to read this article again. Gou Jian hanging beam is hanging head, Jingkang knows shame and knows how to be virtuous.
A few sorrows and joys are empty of thirty, and there are eight thousand miles left. Don't hate the gold medal and can't stop, and smoke gathers on the storm pavilion.
Read Yue Fei again, full of Jiang Hong, and have arms (bent waist).
The old country has been smoking for 30 years, and the descendants have chanted all the time. Why don't you fall into the lonely butterfly, I pity myself and the slave.
The wind and rain should be left in time, and the picturesque rivers and mountains are easy to be messed up. Even if the long car is far away, it is a pity that there is no old horse to know the grand plan.
Early autumn reminiscence. The jade sleeves are coquettish, and the high friends cherish the wine and miss the night. Flowers have no depth and are confidants, and willows are frivolous and easy to bend their waists.
The wind and rain are usually slightly urgent, and the rivers and mountains occasionally seem to be far away. Why don't you remember that the wild shop recalls by the railing, and a few autumn canopies are not bridges.
Brother Guan Jin and Bin planted melons.
Autumn is deep like water, and the most pity autumn water wet robe. It has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, nothing to do with the wine, no matter the country, no family.
Waiting for the Bodhi garden to be full, I still know that all beings are evil. The east fence has not swept the world, and it is better to plant chrysanthemums than melons.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of the moon.
The clouds cover the sky and the rain covers the sigh, and the night is full of sorrow and nostalgia. The green willows and green lotus people are lonely, and the white cicadas and yellow cranes are staggering.
The full wheel is not as frowning, and the lonely spirit often has to be seen by the world. Every autumn is deep but tasteless, and it depends on the height and the column.
Autumn is clear. Ordinary torrential rain and wind. It's too late for a place of incense to gather. Counting the falling flowers is not disgusting, and it is annoying to look at the moon.
Ascending regardless of the clouds, inspirational often has to be draped. Before the mountains are full of red leaves, why bother to borrow autumn words.
The Yellow Crane Tower of the Four Famous Buildings.
The building has been destroyed for thousands of years, and when will the yellow crane come for a thousand years. Leaning on the mountain is afraid of being repeated by the mountain, and the moon is turned back at the end of the month.
The gods and goddesses flew together, and they pushed away because of the title poem. Huangliang is not negative to the waves, why should you wait to fight for the wall.
Yueyang Tower, one of the four famous buildings.
Pinghu is as wide as a barren, and it is believed that Penglai is on one side. Wu Chufengyan is far away, and the morality of the Spring and Autumn Period is as usual.
Gao Peng sits and lies unscrupulous, and the right guest is alienated and independent. In the past and present, several times have been reset, and the thrush is carved and carved.
Tengwang Pavilion of the four famous buildings.
A river should have a half-river posture. Shoot the railing twice in vain. Han Hu has flown alone, and it is late at night or half late.
The famous sentence of pity should come out occasionally, and it is not allowed to be as sad as if it were high. Mo Xiaoshu is difficult to throw a pen, and his eyes are like autumn drowning.
Repatriation. Ten thousand years of ointment and half a night harvest, to the true handsome and frivolous. Not casual is really casual, and there is nothing to ask for.
Thousands of miles to know thousands of horses, a city has its own autumn. The wind never seems to be a return to strength, endure and the waves of the night.
Autumn Huai. Flowers and flowers are the soul, and there is no trace of the Zen buttresses. The white willow in the middle of the city was folded from the waist, and the yellow sorghum and wine were swallowed overnight.
Nostalgic for the old man sings about Li Du today, and leaves Fangcao to remember the old kings and grandsons. Relying on the column to have exquisite sentences, there is no need to scrutinize the door under the moon.
Inverted Resume Collection (3) (Selected Original Poems of Zhang Chengyu: Seven Laws).
Inverted Resume Collection (2) (Selected Original Poems of Zhang Chengyu: Seven Laws).
Haolai Collection (5) (Selected Original Poems of Zhang Chengyu: Five Laws).
77 episodes (Zhang Chengyu's original poems selection: seven uniques).
Solar terms and seasons (3).