In my dream, I hope the West Lake will fall into the sky and the gauze skirt will hunt lotus leaves. He begged for a handsome appearance to sit with me, and he became the narcissus king. There are fans begging for books in the song banquet, there are false bodies in the sky to attract the wind and flowers, and a generation of talents has a precession. Forgive my essays in the middle and late period. I am a famous writer with a little sense of work. Jiang's "Gong Zizhen's Poems and Paintings" wrote back to those who returned to the south after 30 days of cloth, waving in Donghua. And buy green hills to snore, but don't expect to be rich and powerful. When I joined the army, I felt melancholy and hated the Southeast dialect. One flute and one sword, equal business, negative reputation for fifteen years. In my dream, it's not a gentle and arrogant pen-throwing, and there are only a few surnames involved. The sun suddenly sets in the Central Plains, and Fenghua Temple laughs and sings in the Six Dynasties. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (5) Distant sorrow and declining sun, whipping at the end of the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (14) are hard to pull down when the waves fall. At the age of 20, he worked as a remonstrator for Jiu Mu. The bell is desolate and dying, and it lasts for twenty years. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (19) I was raised by you, and I have a good teacher. It is difficult to see the reason, but it is easy to see the situation. When the number of projectiles reaches ten. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (April 4th) first frost threw them away, leaned against the cold and let them drip lightly. How dare you pretend to be a doctor? The prescription only sells Gudan. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (83) only raised more than ten husbands and thousands of ships crossed the river. I used to be Xiaomi, and I cried at night when I heard evil spirits. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (August 7th) An old friend crossed the sea to worship the general, and stood in the south of the sky with no respect. I have three hundred words, and wax pills are hard to send. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (220) The anger of Kyushu depends on the wind and thunder, and the sorrow of the study of a thousand horses. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people. The poem "Three Farewells" is badly written. Huang Dan steals himself and mourns himself. He sang from the heart and walked in the wind and thunder, so that the bright moon did not sink in the sky, while Jiang Tao moved to the ground. I voted for Yu Ting Xiang Feng, the Lord of the Five Mountains in the Song Dynasty, and the king of the south of the city. A thousand people shake hands and make my sleeves smell good for three years. Ode to the history of fifteen States in southeast China, and all kinds of grievances belong to celebrities. The prison basin is full of guests' exercises, and the talent of group fans is upstream. Avoid seats, fear to smell the literary inquisition, and write a book to benefit the rice beam. Tian Heng 500 people live in peace, don't come back as soon as possible? It is better to sit at night and listen to two sad songs of spring and sit on the screen than to look up at the sky. One mountain rises and thousands of mountains are jealous, and all is silent. Traffic jams are like a strange smell of women. Jiangdong has been dying for a long time. Never ask questions, but call out Chang 'e's poems to listen to. Thinking about the north and southeast, one can only be sea and air. When I was strong, I began to devote myself to the history of the Zhou Dynasty, but I didn't want to fall into the virtuous wind. Only when you work hard and worship the general as an immortal will you feel deeply moved. In case the Zen pass is broken, the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow. Three Poems on Autumn Heart (the first and the third) The autumn heart is like the sea, but there is an autumn soul that cannot be recruited. Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist. Who is the sword in the cold northwest? There are several flutes in the southeast. There are countless stars in a river, and the sky falls in the forest in January. What am I thinking? My mind is full of aura. If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb. The surname of a water mountain fan is known by one pin and one pa. From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman. Plum houses in Jiangning, Deng Wei in Suzhou and Xixi in Hangzhou all produce plums. Or: "Mei takes pleasure as beauty, straight without posture; Take beauty as beauty, and the law has no scenery; Sparse is beautiful and secret is stateless. " Solid also. This literati painter, knowing what he meant, failed to write a letter to the queen and won the plum blossom on earth; And you can't let the world straight, delete secrets, hoe, and take mei disease Mei as a career for money. People who are not in a hurry for money can also take away their wisdom. Others told Plum the secret of the literati's loneliness, and they were right. They raised the margin, deleted the secret, killed the young branches, hoeed straight, and suppressed their anger in order to raise prices, while Plum in Jiangsu and Zhejiang were all sick. The disaster of literati painters is so fierce! I bought 300 pots in advance, all of them were sick, and I didn't finish any pots. After crying for three days, I vowed to treat it: let it go, destroy its basin, bury it in the ground, and untie its brown bondage; For five years, it will be restored. I am willing to be criticized for this kind of non-literati painter and set up a museum of sick plums for storage. Oh! Ann gave me more leisure days and more fields to store the sick plums in Jiangning, Hangzhou and Suzhou, and to treat them when I was poor!