Midsummer June, rainy days. I live in the southeast, the terrain is humble and wet, often like wet steaming, the grass and trees are withered, and the people are bitter and poisonous. Suddenly, I saw a branch, a hundred stamens and thousands of flowers, fragrant and lovely, like a hosta. I don't know its name, but it is called Yuxue in the name of meaning.
This flower is first born, as beautiful as snow, and the ground is as white as frost. The breeze comes suddenly, and the aroma hits people, like a dream. Because of the flowers near the water, drinking poems, the name is Yuxue Pavilion. After the poem was written, the meaning was still unfinished, but the invitation was to take a look at it from the same time.
When Ziyou saw this flower, he praised it greatly, because he saw that the petals were slightly flawed, and the color was slightly dull, which was suspected to be a bee sting. When I heard it, I laughed. Then he and Zi had a lot of discussions, or said the beauty of this flower, or said that its fragrance was clear, or said that its color was light, or said that its flaws were beautiful.
Before the discussion ended, he suddenly realized, but he said to the son: people are to flowers, and Jews are to people. Flowers are flawed, and people are deficient. There is no perfect thing that covers the world. Those who only seek beauty are also biased. Therefore, a gentleman should look at things with all his heart, and not seek its beauty.
When Zi heard it, he silently gained it, and smiled because of his nodding and said: My brother's words have won my heart. Since then, my son and I have been drinking from the flowers, and we have a good time.
One. The Huanghuang Emperor is the capital, and he walks the crowd.
What is the only thing you do, and watch the changes behind closed doors.
Small things are not enough to view, and you are tireless in viewing.
Morning glory and kwan, picked into the poem.
I heard Dongshan Fu, and I took Yan Wan with wine.
The wealth has not been forgotten, and the voice is self-serving.
Thou art not the case today, look at the melons and vines in the season.
Huaibao is self-sufficient, and Yilan is a plan.
I return to you, and be careful not to be late.
Two. There are countless acres of barren gardens, and the grass and trees move into forests.
As soon as the spring sun has been applied, Yan and ugly are separate.
Although the shelves are full, they are sleepy and can't do anything.
Poor sick pomegranate, the flower is like a broken red placket.
Although the sunflower is sloppy, it is shallow and not beautiful.
The clump knotweed is gratifying in the evening, and the light red is deep in autumn.
In the season of physical life, this principle is wasted.
Drifting is not free, and prosperity is not your ability.
Three. The cypress is waiting to be completed, and the cypress is also old.
It is better to plant bushes, and spring planting can be poured in autumn.
Yin and yang do not choose things, and beauty and evil are created at will.
Bai Sheng is so hard, it seems to be a coincidence.
There are a few ingenuity, and you are willing to do your best.
You look at quinoa and weed, and business is often hasty.
Four. Although the daylily is slightly flowered, it can be pulled out by itself.
In the chaotic leaves, one by one.
Morning glory is fearless, bent from the tooth tiller.
Go to find thorns and hazelnuts, if there is a past appointment.
Nansai's reading place is chaotic and green.
Partial work stores autumn rain, and the years are bad.
Five. Asparagus looks like bamboo at first, and slightly opens leaves like cattail.
Fang Spring Festival hugged the armor, gradually aging roots and beards.
I don't like to be summer green, I love this and autumn withering.
The yellow leaves pour wind and rain, and the white flowers shake the rivers and lakes.
The rivers and lakes cannot be reached, and the transplantation is hard work.
Ander double mallards, flying into a drawing.
Six. The morning is happy, and the autumn wind is often bitter early.
Who knows that I will miss parting, and I am happy to see the autumn melon old.
The autumn melon feels frosty, and the stems and leaves have been sassy.
When the eunuch travels to nowhere to go, he is like a horse early.
Sorrowful thoughts are thousands of miles, and Geng Gengzhi is empty.
What is the reason for worrying about it, so that you Xuan is discouraged.
Seven. There are clumps of bamboo in the official house, and the root asks the prison hall.
The bottom is the path of people, and the top is not allowed to be nailed.
Be diligent and guard the atrium.
Far away from the grave cracked, go whipping thin and thin.
I often bring pillows and come here to shade the cold and green.
I can't go at dusk, and I can't listen to the wind in the window.
Eight. Xiong Zhi Sheng Shu Road, Bai Zhi came to the south of the Yangtze River.
Drifting to Guan Fu, it is still sweet.
The green path is full, and the dew is clear.
and its unspent solid, can be basketed.
The autumn festival is suddenly old, and the bitter cold is unbearable.
In fact, I am ashamed of this small thing.
Nine. Since I came to Guan Fu, Nanshan has to travel again.
There is nothing in the mountains, the grass and trees are charming and secluded.
The calamus people don't know, and they are born in this messy stone ditch.
The mountains are high and the frost and snow are bitter, and the seedlings and leaves are not allowed to be pumped.
There are thousand-year-old roots underneath, shrunken like a crest.
Long for the ghost and god guard, De Boan dares to steal.
Ten. I belong to Nanshan, and the mountains are still in sight.
The heart goes with the white clouds, and dreams surround the foot of the mountain.
Where did you come from, smiling like jade.
Explore new poems, and show words to win the mountains and green.
I feel that I am at a loss, but I remember Qiu Ju.
It's like picking wood, entering the hole and listening to the piano.
Returning to write a last word, it is better than the song of the world.
Eleven. On August 11, he stayed at Fuxue at night, Fang and this poem, dreamed of traveling to Nanshan with his brother, published dozens of poems, and loved it very much in his dream. Nai Jue only remembers a sentence of cloud crickets and sad autumn chrysanthemums. ）
Wild chrysanthemums give birth to autumn streams, and they know that their hearts are empty.
No one is frightened, only dark sorrow.
Flowers bloom on the water, and flowers fall on the water.
The chrysanthemum decay is also stung, and you are in the same period.
Chu Kefang has many feelings, and the autumn wind sings the river fence.
Luoying is dissatisfied, how can he comfort the hunger.