The old residence of Mengxia Siwei Village is where my brother-in-law lives.

The birds click to attract the chicks, and the shoots on the shoots become bamboos.

Timely objects touch people's feelings, and the song reminds me of my hometown.

On the Wei River in my hometown, I have been working as a woodcutter and herder for ten years.

Elms and willows are planted in the hand, and the house is covered with shade.

The rabbits are hiding, the bean sprouts are fat, the birds are singing, and the mulberries are ripe.

At this time the year before last, I traveled with you.

My younger brother and nephew who teaches poetry and calligraphy, and is a farm servant.

Higurashi Mai appears on the stage, and silkworms are crouching at the right time.

Sit in the south stream of the spring, and stay in the east pavilion until the moon comes.

Have a few drinks and play a game of chess.

Once suddenly dispersed, they remain bound for thousands of miles.

The carp in the well longs to return to the spring, and the caged oriole regrets leaving the valley.

The land in Jiujiang is humid and humid, and the sky is scorching hot in April.

The bitter rain has just entered the plum blossoms, and the miasma clouds are slightly poisonous.

Mud seedlings and water border rice, gray seeds (the remaining fields on the upper and lower fields) and chestnuts.

At this age, I still lament the strange customs.

Climb up to the county tower and look out at the green mountains and rivers at sunset.

The returning geese brush the heart of the countryside, and the flat lake cuts off people's eyes.

I am wandering in different places, and you are lonely in the old place.

Whenever you drink from the same gourd, your heart will be full.

Three Poems

Jiangzhou looks to Tongzhou, the end of the world and the end of the earth.

There are mountains thousands of feet high and waters thousands of miles wide.

There are clouds and mist between them, and birds cannot cross them.

Who knows that the danger of eternity is set for the two of us.

When Tongzhou Jun arrived for the first time, he was as depressed as a knot.

We are going to Jiangzhou, and we have not stopped traveling a long way.

The roads are getting separated day by day, and the news is cut off day by day.

Because the wind wants to send a message, the sound cannot be heard far away.

We will meet again in life, but we will never see each other again in death.

On the day you visited Xiangyang, I stayed in Chang'an.

Now that you are in Tongzhou, I will go to Xiangyang.

In Jiuliguo, Xiangyang, there are clouds and trees connected to the towers and battlements.

Looking at this for a while, this is your old travel spot.

In the vast Jianjia River, there is Xunyang Road.

I miss you even more now that I am a young relative from Jiangxi.

The day I left the country is far away, and I am happy to meet people like things.

How to express this meaning, sitting on the river thinking about you.

It is like the qi of rivers and mountains. When combined, the atmosphere becomes saturated.

The strong wind blew through the sky, forming solitary clouds in two places.

When the wind comes back, how can the clouds merge without a reason?

Try to love each other, and connect us with each other.

Send brothers back on a snowy night

The sun is dark, the clouds are yellow, and the northeast wind is strong.

When I returned from the south of the village, I said goodbye to my brothers.

Li Jin's eyes are still wet with tears, and his horse has not stopped neighing when he returns.

I want to sit in a room, but the sky is overcast and there is no moon.

The long fire of night is extinguished, and the rain condenses at the end of the year.

Loneliness is full of ashes, and snow is falling on the stairs.

The snow is painted with cold ashes, and the remaining lights are extinguished.

As gray as my heart, as white as my hair.

Everything is like this, and I feel extremely sad in an instant.

I sit down and forget about my thoughts, and turn my worries into Zen joy.

The method of cleansing the mind of a lifetime is designed just for tonight.

I mourn the past with Yuan Jiu and feel the old mosquitoes.

The beautiful woman will leave you alone, and you will find her nowhere to be found.

The old things are all scattered, can this situation be tolerated?

Only in Valere, dust invades day and night.

The fragrance and color are not as dark as in the old days.

The shadow lamp is shining brightly, and the moon is dim.

There is a solitary sleeper among us, and the cold autumn brings a night quilt.

The old house is in the Peony Courtyard, and the new tomb is filled with pine trees and cypress trees.

I cried in Xianyang in my dream, and my heart was in Jiangling when I woke up.

With this hatred every year, I chanted in the middle of the night.

No matter how you feel about it, anyone who hears it will want to touch it.

The charcoal seller

The charcoal seller,

cut firewood and burned charcoal in the southern mountains.

The face is dusty and smoky,

the temples are gray and the fingers are black.

Where do you get money from selling charcoal?

The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth.

My poor clothes are in plain clothes,

I am worried about the cold weather.

At night, there is a foot of snow outside the city.

At dawn, the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks.

The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The day was already high.

They rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.

Who is Pian Pian riding here?

The messenger in yellow is in white shirt.

Holding the document in hand and pronouncing the imperial edict,

Getting back in the car and scolding the oxen to lead them north.

A cart of charcoal,

more than a thousand catties,

It is a pity that the officials and envoys will not be able to get it.

Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk ribbon,

tied directly to the cow's head to fill it with charcoal.

The white-haired man in Shangyang

Tianbao has passed for five years, and Yang Guifei is her favorite. No one in the harem will be able to enter again.

Those who have beauty in the sixth house often find other places, and one of them is Shangyang. Zhenyuanzhong

still exists.

Shangyang people,

The beauty is old and the hair is new.

The green-clad supervisor guards the palace gate,

How much spring will come when the sun is closed.

Xuanzong was first elected at the end of his year,

he was sixteen and now sixty.

More than a hundred people were selected at the same time,

The scattered years have seriously damaged this body.

Recalling the past when Tun was sad to say goodbye to his relatives,

He helped her into the car without making her cry.

It is said that once you enter, you will be grateful.

The face is like a hibiscus and the breast is like jade.

Before the king could meet him,

Yang Feiyuan was looking at her from afar.

Jealous enough to marry Yang Gong,

and spend his whole life in an empty house.

Autumn nights are long,

The nights are long and sleepless, and the sky is unclear.

The shadow of Geng Geng is reflected on the wall behind the broken lamp,

The sound of rain hitting the window is heard.

Spring is late,

It is difficult to sit alone in the sky when the sun is late.

The orioles in the palace are wary and tired of hearing the news.

Liang Yan lives in both places and is no longer jealous.

The orioles return to the swallows and go away quietly,

Spring passes and autumn comes without remembering the year.

Only looking towards the deep palace to see the bright moon,

The east and west circles are four to five hundred times.

Today I am the eldest in the palace.

Everyone gives him the title of Minister.

Small head, narrow shoes, narrow clothes,

Slender eyebrows dotted with indigo.

Outsiders don’t smile when they see him,

Tianbao was in his final years.

People with Shang Yang suffer the most.

Being young is also painful,

Being old is also painful.

How about being young and old and suffering?

Have you not seen that in Lu Xiang's "Ode to Beauty" in the past,

[At the end of Tianbao, there was a person with dense colors, who was called the Flower and Bird Envoy at that time. Lu Xiangxian

"The beauty is given a satirical tribute." ]

No more Shangyang Baifa Song today!

Buy flowers

Spring is approaching dusk in the imperial city, and there is a lot of noise and traffic.

When *** talked about peonies, he went to buy flowers with him.

There is no permanent price for high or low, and the reward depends directly on the number of flowers:

A hundred red flowers are burning, and five bunches of vegetables are picked up.

There is a curtain on the top for shelter, and a fence on the side for protection.

Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will remain the same.

Every family has a common practice, and everyone is confused.

There is a farm owner who occasionally comes to buy flowers.

He lowered his head and let out a long sigh, which no one can describe:

A clump of dark flowers is a gift from one of the ten households!

Light and fat

The road is filled with arrogance and arrogance, and the pommel horse shines in the dust.

If I ask what he is doing, he is called an internal minister.

Zhu Fu is a doctor, and Zi Shou is a general.

Praise for going to a banquet in the army and running away like clouds.

The bottles (top three fields and bottom fou) are overflowing with nine treasures, and there are eight treasures in land and water.

The fruit is broken into Dongting oranges, and the Tianchi scales are cut into pieces.

Feeling satisfied after eating and revitalizing with wine.

There is a drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in Quzhou are cannibals!

Song of Everlasting Regret

The Emperor of Han Dynasty was obsessed with sex and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it from Yu Yu for many years.

There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.

It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.

Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.

In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.

The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of new grace.

The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.

The spring night is short and the sun is rising, and the king will not go to court early from now on.

There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.

Venus is dressed up as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is full of drunkenness and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all nobles, but they are poor and glorious.

This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.

The blue clouds enter from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.

Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the emperor can't see enough.

The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.

Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward.

The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.

The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.

There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.

The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed.

The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.

There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.

The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.

Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rain at night.

The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go.

In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.

The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home.

After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye.

The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears at this!

The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.

The children of the Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of the Jiaofang is old.

The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.

At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold, who can resist it?

After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.

Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.

To appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.

The empty air rushes like lightning, ascending to the heavens and entering the earth to seek for all.

The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.

The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.

There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance.

Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and turn to the small jade to get a double success.

Hearing that the emperor of the Han family was envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened.

Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the bead foil silver screen meanders open.

I went to bed with my temples half fresh, and came out of the hall with my corolla untidy.

The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.

The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.

Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.

Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.

Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an.

I only express my affection for old things, and send my hairpin to the future.

Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.

But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.

I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.

On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.

I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever!

Pipa line and order

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he moved to the left to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, when seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. I listened to the sound, and the clank sounded like the sound of Kyoto. I asked him, he was originally from Chang'an, an advocate for women, and he tried to learn the pipa from Mu Cao, two talented people. As she grows older and loses her appearance, she is determined to be the wife of a Jia woman. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly. He recounts the joyful things he did when he was young, but now he is drifting and haggard, moving around the rivers and lakes. Two years after I left the official position, I was peaceful and contented. I was grateful to the people who said that it was in the evening that I began to feel the intention to be relegated. Because of the long sentence

I gave him a song of six hundred and sixteen words, and my life was called Pipa. OK.

Xunyanjiang saw off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustled in autumn.

The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.

We will say goodbye sadly when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.

Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak.

Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.

After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sound and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.

The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.

Lightly folded, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, it was a colorful dress at first and then six months ago.

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.

The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.

The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops.

Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.

While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features.

She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.

On the 13th, he learned the pipa and became the first member of the teaching group.

Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup.

When Wuling was young, he was struggling with his head, and he could not count the number of red silk songs.

The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.

The laughter of this year will return to the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

My younger brother left to join the army, and my aunt died.

There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.

Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.

Going back and forth to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, the moon is shining brightly around the boat and the river is cold.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words.

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?

I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.

There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.

The land near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.

What did you hear in the morning and evening? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.

When the flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.

How can there be no folk songs and village flutes? It’s hard to listen to the hoarse and mocking music!

Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.

Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.

I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.

The sad sound is not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house is crying after hearing it again.

Who cried the most in the audience, Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet!

Farewell to the ancient original grass

The grass on the original grass is withered and prosperous every year.

The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.

I sent the king and grandson off again, and the love was full of farewell.

Since the war in Henan, there has been a famine in the pass, and the brothers have been separated, each in one place. Because of the feeling of looking at the moon, I talked about my feelings in the book.

I sent it to the eldest brother of Fuliang, the seventh brother of Yuqian, the fifteenth brother of Wujiang, and also to the younger brothers and sisters of Fuli and [Gui].

It was a difficult time and the desolate world was empty, and the brothers were traveling in various places.

After the war, the countryside was deserted, and the bones and flesh were scattered on the road.

The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the roots are scattered into Jiuqiu Peng.

***When I look at the bright moon, I should shed tears. My heart will be in the same place all night long.

Ask Liu Shijiu

Green ants’ new fermented wine, red clay stove.

It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?

Harem Ci

My dreams are wet with tears, and I sing in the front hall late at night.

My beauty is cut off before I grow old, and I sit leaning against the fumigation cage until dawn.

The Song of the Dusk River

A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.

Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake

To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

Where are the early orioles vying for warmth in the trees, but whose new swallows are pecking at the spring mud?

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.

My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.

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