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Huanxi Sha Quanhu Road to Fujian Xian Farewell Gentlemen": Listen carefully to Chunshan Du Yu's cry. A send-off poem. Towards the white bird, the back of the man flies. Lie on Zheng Zizhen's rock, take advantage of Tao Yuanliang's chrysanthemum period. Now it can be recited to the north of the mountain.
In the spring of 1192 A.D., the great poet Xin Qiji, who had lived in Shangrao for ten years, regained his illness and served in Fujian, sending friends and giving poems to farewell, which was gloomy and long-lasting. Looking up, the mountain peaks in spring are undulating, vast and verdant, and the mountains are stacked on top of each other. Listening attentively, the cuckoo's voice is crisp and clear, mournful and loud, which is not only reluctant to see off, but also looking forward to returning as soon as possible. I want to emulate the sages, plough the countryside, end up in the mountains and forests, sit and lie down on the rocks, and leisurely pick chrysanthemums, but it backfires, and after all, I am lonely and depressed, and my sorrow can not be dissipated.
Title: Zhang's Seclusion Two Songs: Spring Mountain seeks each other alone without companionship, and Logging Ding Ding Mountain is more secluded. The stream road is cold and snowy, and the stone gate is oblique to the forest hills. Don't be greedy for gold and silver at night, and look at the elk from afar. Take advantage of the excitement and lose the origin, and suspect that you are a false boat.
Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, roamed Qi Zhao when he was young, walked alone in the mountains in spring, and visited hermits and masters, so he wrote poems and feelings. The mountains in spring are quiet, empty and lonely, alone and unaccompanied, so they deliberately visit the secluded Coats; Along the way, the trails meander and the sound of logging makes the valley seem more tranquil and tranquil. The snow and ice in the mountain stream have not yet completely melted, and I feel a little chill left over from winter; The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Shimen Mountain, and finally came to the secluded residence; My heart was full of confusion and melancholy, like a flat boat floating in the vast sea.
Liuyingqu River Smoke Boat Leisure": The river smoke boat is idle, the rain is dry, and the fisherman wakes up drunk on the river at night. The crying bird passes, the flowing water murmurs, and the joy is like Fuchun Mountain. A few soft oars and bays, a hook of incense bait wave cold. turned back and greedy rabbits, frustrated to put the fishing rod; Look, and flow down the Tateflower beach.
Cha Deqing is a famous composer in the Yuan Dynasty, talented, proficient in music, writing more nostalgic for the past and the present, parting with feelings, the style of music is beautiful and elegant, and contains leisure. Shrouded in light smoke and mist, a flat boat rippling, comfortable and leisurely; The drizzle continued, wetting his clothes and blowing in the breeze. At dusk, it is late, when the fisherman wakes up, he listens to the chirping of birds and the gurgling of the stream, as if he is secluded in the spring mountains, free and carefree. Gently rocking the boat across the river bay, hanging down enough bait in the cold waves, looking up at the bright moon, clear as water, carelessly let go of the fishing rod, and waited until he came back to his senses, seeing that the boat had gone down the river, leisurely into the knotweed flower beach.
Unchaining: Farewell: When the soul is ecstasy. is falling into a formation, but people break up. Even if you are parting and rebooking the good date, I am afraid that there is no basis for soft words, and it is difficult to be happy. Spring Mountain outside the rain, will be satisfactory, and frowns. Looking at the boat gradually disappearing, hating to kill the year, planting willows.
Don't leave things, life is always there. At the end, why should I be emaciated? But if the two love is long, they will be at the end of the world, and they will stay together. The tide flows westward, willing to send me, carp double no. If you are next year, come to the lamp market, and sell wine for Nong.
Shi Jian is a famous literary scholar in the Ming Dynasty, who is a scholar of classics and history, works in poetry, is indifferent to fame and fortune, and lives in seclusion, and is the author of eight volumes of "West Village Collection". The farewell in spring is already gloomy, coinciding with the withering of flowers, falling red all over the ground, feeling desolate and desolate. The drizzle was dripping, and the green hills were verdant, and they were slightly furrowed with each other's brows. Looking at the drifting boats, gradually moving away, my heart was helpless, and I was full of sorrow, even the willows on the shore were reluctant, swaying with the wind.
Eyes are charming, upstairs at dusk apricot blossom cold": Upstairs dusk apricot blossom cold. The oblique moon is a small column dry. A pair of swallows, two lines of geese, and the sound of painting horns. Qimen people are in the east wind, shedding tears on spring leisure. It should also be like the old, full of autumn water, and a faint spring mountain.
Ruan Yue was a literary scholar in the late Northern Song Dynasty, erudite and knowledgeable, with outstanding political achievements, and his style of words was beautiful and graceful, and elegant and elegant. At dusk, I climbed the building alone and looked into the distance, the apricot blossoms opened in the slight cold, and a hook of oblique moon reflected the railing of the small building. A pair of swallows returned, two rows of geese flew north, and there was an intermittent horn sound in the distance. The beautiful woman stands in the gently rippling spring breeze, silent, sorrowful, but as beautiful and moving as usual, her eyes are like a pool of autumn water, clear and bright, and her eyebrows are like verdant spring mountains, charming and beautiful.
Four Songs of the Old: Since then, the sound and dust have been quiet, and the spring mountains are like grass and smoke. Tears added Wu Yuan three more rain, hated to provoke the post booth to sleep all night. There are blue birds saying goodbye, and talking about the Jin Se Chronicles. He took off his stool from time to time, and only felt self-pity a thousand times.
Huang Jingren is a famous lyricist in the Qing Dynasty, a lifetime of talent, good poetry, but ambition is difficult to pay, the rivers and lakes are adrift, the style of words is depressed and desolate, sad and sad, the author of "Liangdangxuan Complete Works". After the separation, there was no news from each other, looking at the green spring mountain from afar like a beautiful eyebrow, and seeing the grass and grass in the distance. I miss my lover, I am full of sorrows, I can't sleep all night, and I only wet my clothes with tears. There is no bluebird to convey the words of lovesickness, and if I engrave the affection on the passing years, it is a hundred turns, in vain, sighing, sad.