The first spring of the year is the first of the two ancient fields

In the past, I heard that Nanmu, but I didn't practice it back then.

There are people who are empty, and Chunxing is not avoidable.

I have been pretending to be driving in the morning, and I have been in love.

The birds make fun of the new festival, and the wind sends goodness.

The cold bamboo is barren, and the land is far away;

It is a cane planted, and it will never return.

That is, the reason is ashamed of general knowledge, and the protection is shallow.

The ancestor has a legacy of teaching, and he is not worried about poverty.

It is difficult to look forward to it, and turn to the ambition to be diligent.

Bing Leihuan is happy with current affairs, and he exposes his face and persuades farmers.

The flat domain is far away from the wind, and the good seedlings are also new.

Although the work of the year has not been measured, there are many things to enjoy.

Cultivation is resting, and the walker has no interest.

The day is in phase and home, and the pot pulp is close to the neighbors.

Long chant to cover the firewood door, talk about the people of Longmu.

Climb the pool and go upstairs

Subtle and charming, Feihong resounded far sound.

The sky is ashamed of the clouds, and the perched river is sinking.

Virtue and wisdom are clumsy, and the ability to return farmland is not responsible.

Favoritism against the poor sea, lying on the empty forest.

The pillow is waiting for the festival, and the opening is temporary.

Listen to the waves and raise your eyes to look at the mountains.

The first scene is changing, and the new yang is changing the old yin.

Spring grass grows in the pond, and willows in the garden become songbirds.

Qi Qi sang sadly, and Meng Meng felt Chu Yin.

Suo Ju is permanent, and it is difficult to be isolated.

Holding the exercise is not only ancient, but there is no stuffiness in the present.

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. The river flows like a circle around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail; the frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the garden cannot be seen. Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried. Whose house is Bian Zhouzi tonight? Where is the Acacia Mingyue Building? Poor upstairs wandering in the moon, should be taken away from the mirror table. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and returned on the anvil. At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month. The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home. The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward. The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

Three songs of Jiangnan words

The south of the Yangtze River is good, the scenery is old and the scenery is well known; the sunrise river flowers are red and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you not remember the south of the Yangtze River? The most memorable thing is Hangzhou; the mountain temple is looking for guizi in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion is looking at the tide on the pillow. Jiangnan recalls, followed by Wu Palace; Wu wine with a glass of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa double dance drunk hibiscus. Meet again sooner or later!

Seven quatrains of looking for flowers alone on the riverside

Egami was annoyed by the flowers, and he had nowhere to tell him, only madness. Go to the south neighbor to love wine companions, and drink alone in the empty bed. The thick flowers are afraid of the riverside, and the walking is really afraid of spring. Poetry and wine are still driven, and there is no need to deal with white-headed people. Jiang Shen Zhujing has two or three families, and the eventful red flowers reflect the white flowers. To repay the spring light, you should have to send a career of fine wine. Looking east to Shaocheng, the flowers are full of smoke, and the high-rise buildings are even more pitiful. Who can carry wine to open the marigold, and call the beautiful woman to dance and embroider the feast. In front of the Yellow Master Tower, the river is in the east, and the spring is lazy and leaning on the breeze. The peach blossoms bloom in clusters, and the lovely crimson loves light red. Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches. The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying. It's not that you love flowers and are willing to die, but I'm afraid that you will be old and urge each other. The branches are easy to fall, and the young leaves are carefully opened.

Dingfeng Bo Mo listened to the sound of Lin beating leaves

On March 7, it rained in Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were embarrassed, and the rest was unaware. It has been clear, so I made this word. Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.