(261)
A poor poet who has passed by all his life,
Step through the vicissitudes of life and accompany the pen and ink.
The years are intoxicating.
Tianya asked what the wine was.
(262)
How many times and how many tears,
Putian Hanshi is the most sad.
How long does it take for a hero to fight a sword?
Where is justice now?
(263)
Leaning on the West Building with loneliness,
Upset about the rain and writing about it.
The big family is drunk with singing and dancing,
The firewood house is cold and the wine is sorrowful.
(264)
The light rain night is sad,
Even a partition window is sentimental.
Strangers in the dream of the spirit,
The return date pinched the fingers and half snuggled on the bed.
(265)
If you want to ride the long wind on the purple clouds,
Pick up the stars and ride the moon into the Ying group.
Wipes away old tears along the way,
Shake off the dust of the past.
(266)
Layue is full of affection,
The morning sun dispelled the stars.
A green water goose habitat,
The sound of the forest on all sides.
(267)
The mist shrouds the mountain,
The morning breeze washes the smoke.
Yunshu geese roost on the shore of the lake,
Don't be a group of immortals from the west.
(268)
I don't know what life is,
It's not easy to get tired in the world.
It's a struggle and a dream,
Coming and going, the two are empty.
(269)
Time flies and the night flies,
A glass of turbid wine relieves the sorrow of the night.
The moon is full and the clouds are long,
The guest country sleeps shallowly and is easy to whitehead.
(270)
Walking by the lake to enjoy the green branches,
Green ducks and black geese gallop in the water.
It's already the late winter of twenty-nine,
The scenery here is in May.
