When I was reading history, I first heard Fan Li's name, but Liu Qingqing was beautiful.
Flowers bloom freely in the garden, and birds gloat in the shed.
Old rain poems are full of things, and the new year is peaceful.
Tanchun is a secret and wonderful friend, rowing to the middle of the lake!
Second, Huizhou West Lake Seven-stop Tour meets Dongpo couplets
The silk rain and tears on the wall are new marks, and the white heart is cold in the early days of the South China.
When the doctor was heartbroken, he left Joe to mourn.
Third, Su Shi's Xijiang Moon
Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. The sea fairy hangs her green hair upside down when she sends out a fragrant cluster.
Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. The high sentiment has vanished, and I don't dream with Lihua.
Fourth, Su Shi's Huizhou
It is the fourth spring in Luofu Mountain, and the oranges and plums in Lu bloom at the latest.
300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation. "
Five, Su Shi's "Bu Operator"
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping.
Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the maple leaves in Wujiang River fall.
Sixth, "You Boluo Ji Xiang Temple"
I have lived in the frog fish town for two years, and I like to watch wheat vomit in the morning.
The east wind is swaying, the green is swaying, and the first day is bright yellow.
The spring mud is knee-high, and the autumn valley begins to grow.
Who says Wan Li has no friends? I was ecstatic to see these two beautiful women.
Three hills hold a small monastery, and a thunder turns loose and cool.
It is necessary to provide water for mortar grinding and increase dams with phase veins.
It's raining and snowing, and I can smell bran vaguely.
When you sip white clouds, you will taste the fragrant cross.
Not just recommend antique, but to be truly first-class.
When the poem is full of laughter, it will definitely come down. The scholar said that the food is really delicious.
-Seven, Su Shi's "Five Poems of Jiang Yue" (I)
As soon as the mountain spits out the moon, the jade pagoda lies in the sky.
Just like the West Lake outside Jin Yong's gate.
The ice wheel is wide across the sea, and the incense mist enters the building.
Stop fighting, stop fighting. Give me a glass of residue.