The author didn't want to use very famous ancient poems that had already appeared in history, so he wrote a part of it himself. Sometimes I have to use it because of time, so I borrow some of it. There are those who borrow friends and those who borrow from ancient times, and most of the borrowed ancient ones have been rewritten.

Here first put the author's own writing.

Last night, the west wind swept away the red, half of the clouds rolled up and half of the pupils were soothed, and the three mountains were half over the blue sky, and there were still green branches and beautiful walls. - Hawthorn "A Branch of Spring" (Chapter 44)

Huaishui is empty to the lanterns and candles, so people don't see the cold light. The shadow of the moon is sent remotely on the border, and the road across the mountains and rivers of Kyushu. Jiangping is thousands of acres of ink, up and down quietly and floating. Jingqingjing is not reversed, sighing and sleepwalking. - Hawthorn "Empty Light Comparison" (Chapter 148)

A pot of wine among the flowers, a farewell and a year. Who's Tang pear swallow, return to each other and sigh. - Hawthorn's "Oil Poem" (Chapter 166)

The distant mountains stand in the sun, and the lonely boat is sent far away. The origin of a wine, but also with Zhou Lang. ——Xian Hao, "Looking at the River and Feeling Hair" (Chapter 210)

Jiang Zi read in the autumn night, and occasionally heard a voice from the southeast, and he was shocked to hear it and said, "Strange"! At first, it floats lightly to sparse, and suddenly mixed with chaos, its momentum is like a galloping horse, like waves crashing on the shore, sonorous, and the gold objects contend...... - Xian Hao's "Proposed Sections" (Chapter 257)

Yunshen doesn't know where to go, and into the capital, three years is still early, not in a hurry to make the wisdom faint, March is ashamed and try, flowers and branches do not compete for spring. - Hawthorn's "Hidden Head Poem" (Chapter 301)

can only break the scholar's business, you can get all the golden wisps, drunk and lying in the hibiscus deep tent, wake up and return to the court to tell the news, the scholar has to go to the court, and go down to the people's affairs and diseases, if the prime minister's posture is yesterday, how can he be useless is a scholar? ——Xian Hao, "Answering the Questioning Order of Qiguan" (Chapter 399)

A peach forest bakes the sunrise, and the four walls are high willows to the sky. - Hawthorn (Chapter 437)

The peach forest of the mountain temple is floating, the spring breeze is not vain, and the branches are smiling, as if they are not open and shy. - Hawthorn "Peach Blossom Smile" (Chapter 437)

Here are the poems of the poet who I don't know which one changed:

The flowers are full of flowers in the west building, the spring shadow is wet in spring clothes, and the yellow warbler has not reached his prophet, and the fragrant flowers he stole are eyes. - Xian Hao, "I don't know which poet's words were changed, and it seems to have been modified from a friend" (Chapter 398)

The willow waist is not bound by the spring, and the wind turns back to the butterfly dance. Dancing through Yizhou, I can't help it, and the flowers are flying all over the front. - Xian Hao, "I don't know whose poems to change" (chapter 398)

The purple palace banquet is open and breezy, the first flowers of the dense trees are red, and the fragrance of wine is continuous to the twilight, and the spring is in Qiluo. - Xian Hao, "This should be an ancient poem" (Chapter 399)

The immortal Buddha is vast and unsuccessful, only knowing that the night is uneven, the wind is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with Bo Xing's name. Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, useless scholars, Mo is worried about the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds. - Xian Hao, "This poem should be taken directly from the ancient poems, I don't remember if I changed it or not" (chapter 399)

Borrowed from a friend's verse.

winter solstice

(Xi Huan's "Chasing Immortals")

The cold weather can still be a yang, counting nine winds and smoke into the ancient city.

Ten thousand households come to think of dumplings, and remember yokan after saying goodbye.

Why should my relatives think about me for a long time, this night is a dream that comes true.

The wanderer ascended to the north, and the clouds looked at the third journey.

Thanks to Xi Huanda for lending poems to the scum (chapter 119)

Linjiang Immortal - New Year's soup

Ground pear round ball and water chestnut, a bowl of cooking in the evening.

Don't be surprised.

Ask you what it is, this is a New Year's soup.

Although the scoop and the alley are full of food, the glory and wealth are light.

Forgetting worries is still a dream.

With the world in mind, there is no plan to camp.

Thank Xi Huan for lending words to the scum (Chapter 119)

There are more flowers and moons, holding incense and sleeping jade immortals - Xi Huan (Chapter 398)

After looking for a long time, I basically found out, not to show the author, but to facilitate the author's use of these poems in the future. I learned to write poetry from my teacher, so I will definitely write better in the future.

(The above poems may not be plagiarized without permission.) ）