Text / Yang Lei
Quatrains
Chinese New Year's Eve
Firecrackers even cold night, frost flowers wet warm placket.
The north wind is confused, and the people's hearts are returned.
(Don Dai Shulun's "Except for the Overnight Stay in Stone Station": "A year will end at night, and there will be no return of people.") ”）
On the first day, it rained on the way to the grave
Rain soaked the stone bridge road, smoke and dry mounds.
Under the lonely shadow of the broken hong, the twilight generation of green mountains.
Spring is rainy and rainy
The light rain has been resting for a long time, and the rain wants to build a building.
Empty mountains and rainy, where to ask the ups and downs?
Childhood playmates goodbye is no longer recognized
At first sight, as the morning dew is, kuwata also has an end.
The flow is thrown a few degrees over the years, and the relative sunset is oblique.
The second aunt prayed to Shou Zuo on her seventieth birthday
Although it is not a hundred-year-old day, it is also a rare thing.
Turbidity is the rarest in the world, and the sideburns are forgotten.
Domestic dogs
Standing under the eaves, cold and hot, do not seek miles.
Sex Jun mo smiles, dog eyes recognize chai.
Yi gift flowers
Spring Mountain breaks the feathers and starts to make thousands of shapes.
By chance, the first branch of Kawanaka was obtained.
Youwei Yingsuo "snow" poem, less snow in the south, and the title "fragrant snow" to give it
Water does not slack off in winter, and Jiangling can also be harvested.
There is no news of the snow, and the fragrant snow is as full as the sea.
(Fragrant snow: plum blossoms. ）
Spring Oven Roasting (Palindromic)
The cold moon is on the stream and the mountain, and the evening sun is idle.
The liver and intestines warm the wine, and the residual fire reflects the happy face.
(Read back)
Yan Huan reflected the fire, and the wine warmed the intestines and liver.
Idle years with sunny nights, mountains and streams on the moon cold.
Spring sleepiness is justified
The stick is not alarmed, and the thunder is difficult to open the eyes.
Fortunately, shi Chengping, Gao Sleepy Face is not bad.
Eating sea bass thinks of "fishermen on the river" with feeling
After all the hardships and hardships, he became a treasure on the throne.
Who is the taste long enough with? Do fish people.
The two words are piled up, and they can be repeated several times in a hundred years.
Take advantage of the good and sell roses at a high price.
Outside the Temple of Literature, the fare is not worth it
In front of the Royal Street of the Temple of Literature, I want to travel for forty dollars.
The poor man is like me, what face is the sage?
(The treasure of the town temple of the Temple of Literature is the statue of Confucius.) ）
Byte still beats
Life is lost, and the last branches are in the dust.
This life is a lot of scruples, not worth a headline.
Grandpa was forbidden to do it
The mountains are over and the flowers are gone, and the wind is gathering and the grass is sleeping.
In the dream of the liver and intestines, every inch is sent to the yellow spring.
The old garden is a collection of fangs
rose
If you want to drip two or three branches, you planted them by hand that year.
The body is as small as a mist, and the four seasons have not been eroded.
A string of red
Autumn and winter are thankful, and spring is coming.
Splash ink Danqingli, cinnabar into the painting curtain.
mint
The taste is cool with winter nights, and the skirt leaves are hidden in the soil.
Send a new green and give the king ten incense.
fennel
Fragrant three inches green, Dan Twilight Standing Cold Garden.
On the day of the advent of the guests, they all untied Yu Ling.
Heather
The previous year's planting yard, low as a hanging hair.
This year, looking for calyxes, suddenly on the clouds.
chrysanthemum
Gao Jie's poems are contained, and Yuanming is drunk with wine.
Ku Rong stood idly by and did not dare to win people's love.
camellia
If you talk about the soul of spring, this thing is the most respectable.
Red and white hair, east and west, south and north villages.
Fragrant
Spring light is pregnant with hundreds of ying, elegant and self-distinguishing.
To ask the knot, peerless is love.
Rhythmic poems
Night tour of Yongchang Building
Spark burning piano sound, east wind on the ten search.
The heart of the step lies in white jade, and the pavilion shore flies gold.
Beiyuan flowers smiled, and tangcheng wood was deep.
YongChangmin wishes, do not divide the business reference.
(Yongchang Building: In Yongchuan, Chongqing, Yongchuan was formerly known as Tangcheng.) ）
Self-SingIng Dragon Lake Fountain
Who cooks wine in the middle of the lake? Long nights I ride the wind.
Leaning on the cliff shore, Ling Xiao went to the Jade Palace.
It is not a vulgar product, and the body is broken and heavy.
The lights are exhausted, and the song is not over.
(Xinglong Lake: In Yongchuan.) ）
Stone carvings on the cliffs of Chonglong Mountain
The spirit spring nourishes the qi rhyme, and the stream cave hides the subtlety.
The Three Saints suppress the belly of the mountain, and the gods Bu Xihui.
The five aggregates of the pale disk, the Buddha smiled and picked up the crowd.
A thousand years of cliff shores, smoke and feathers fly.
New Year's Eve street lights
If you don't get Jiaxuan's hand, it's difficult to become a New Year's Eve Chapter.
The wind is like rain, and the car passes without fragrance.
Laughter can be thousands of degrees, lovesickness is not the amount of fighting?
Lonely light who is with him, the jaw is chanting.
(Su Shi's "Xi Jiang Yue, A Big Dream of The World": "Who is lonely with the Mid-Autumn Festival".) ）
Eating meat is tired of feeling
The stomach has no eight or two weights, and can carry ten thousand pounds of oil.
The roasted white slip is bright, and the chicken soup is turbid and floating.
All words are full of suffering, who solves the worries in the plate.
Emperor Hui's meat is like the wind throughout Kyushu.
(Emperor Hui: Sima Zheng, Emperor Hui of Jin: Why not eat meat? ）
The Tower of the Star Observatory on Mount Terugi has no access
The pagoda stands in zhongshan, and Hengchun is proud of jiuhuan.
Idle as the wilderness, want to climb without branches.
Ridiculously wandering, but it becomes a single wooden pass.
It is better to burn this wood and sacrifice it to the white clouds.
Rain is juggling
The wind is not last night, today is frost cold.
The rain fell together, and the car returned to Yancheng.
The branches are shaded, and the shadows are oblique under the lamp.
This meaning is the most difficult to dispel, and the love is not eternal.
Poetry sent to Luoyang friend Li Sheng
My friend Luoyang people, know each other and know each other.
And will wear swifts, temporarily intended to be Haoran body.
Generous poetry rhymes, waiting for leisure to watch the spring.
Can expect spring grass green, oh hand to meet the riverside.
Taiping Song
A paper smoke order, away from the funeral lawsuit to stop the fight.
The water and sky are bleak, and the home and country are sinking.
The soul is dying, and the stars are cold and the moon is falling.
Poor never to be seen, years of peace song.
Poetry
Read "Six Notes of Floating Life" to remember the twenty-first rhyme of encountering a snake when I was a child
When I was a teenager, the world was difficult and unknowable.
The deep forest once went alone, leaning down to climb the branches.
There are pythons on the branches, and the scales are covered with snow grease.
Turning over the poison letter in his mouth, he was proud like a tiger ant.
Can you lament the eyes of children, which is the difference between danger and destruction?
Leisurely ride a tree pole and look at each other for a long time.
It lasted for a long time, and I gradually felt that God was difficult to support.
The python cover is like this, withdrawing as if ionized.
The forest is already late, twilight and frost draped.
The excitement is still unfinished, and the heart is in the spring breeze.
Folding wood for swords, Qingfeng cut the road.
Rubber shoes shallow grass, to find the snake traces.
The body is like a boat, and the family has a mother's worries.
The sound called me home, and Fang felt hungry in his stomach.
After returning home, the vegetables and rice are refreshing.
Fang knows that I am not brave, and true courage is maternal kindness.
The flow of years has changed, and the situation is not yesterday.
Go and keep the people, and the moral world pours out.
If you don't dream, you pay one by one.
There are thousands of things in the floating, and every sentence is not a poem.
Lyrics
Xijiangyue Tuojiang
The tide is flattened by the mountains and the three rivers.
Once the oars and the sky were long, together with the slanting sun.
The bright moon is still old, and the return sail has passed away.
The water of the bridgehead river is full of waves, just like everything in Vientiane in those days.
(Jiuding: Jiuding Mountain, the source of the Tuojiang River; Three Rivers: Three Tributaries of the Tuojiang River.) ）
Linjiangxian Jialing River
Wan Yu was full of clouds, and there was nowhere to borrow the East Wind.
Pale red dot leaning on Qingfeng.
Thousands of colors in the clouds and mountains, all into a river.
Who is the riverside? Innocence is most of a child.
Smoke waves lined the pupils.
This is a win, and it is difficult to paint with a brush.
Each fragment of the chapter poured out his courage and endured the donation of bald pens to the wind and dust