Selected Works of Jin Zuo Taichong (Thought) Wu Dufu: "Huiyuan shears giant mussels, and dreams of the bright moon."
"Cold pond crossing the crane shadow, Leng Yue buried the flower soul. Falling flowers are independent, and the rain is clear.
The ripples of water droplets finally dissipated, and wood recorded the reincarnation of this life. This poem is the swan song of Lin Daiyu and Shi Xiangyun in A Dream of Red Mansions.
Xu Zhongya cut the net to divide the seedlings and crops, and cut ripples under the fishing pipe.
Tiancheng Qixia
Interrupt Yan Danshui's self-flow and the bamboo raft swings happily.
Yuanyang brings ripples, and doubt is swimming in a clear dream.
Unlike a new pond, the breeze is rippling.
Ji Xianlin:
The pulse is fragrant, and the lotus leaves are clear. The moon in the air is drunk, and a pool of lotus seeds is fragrant. The silt in a pond half an acre square is very deep, and it is necessary to draw fresh water to plant lotus roots. This pavilion is full of rainy leaves, and the pulse is fragrant.
Huang tingjian:
When they started planting bamboo, they used their spines to form a fence, carefully protecting the growth of Hsinchu, which was shaded by trees and rippled in the water. The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon. When you untie the reed, you hear the rustling sound. When you put the tip, you see the shadow leave.
Ten thousand volumes disappear forever from ancient times to modern times, and a window fades to send the fleeting time.
Su Shi's "Two Rhymes and Three Trilogy", "You might as well build at leisure everywhere, for a few days in a short time."
Du Mushi said: "Who cares if the mirror hurts the late years?"
Liu Zongyuan said, "I have been worried about something since then, so I can't wait for the fleeting time." .
Going out is a fleeting sigh, and seeing Muyefei by the lake.
Li Yuan sentenced the personnel to three glasses of wine and a game of chess. (Dream in the North).
Chongjiuri Guangling Middle Road
Tangluoyin
Where did Akiyama climb when he was sick? Qu Wei used to be Guangling now. The drunkenness of Guangling can't relieve boredom.
Qu Wei's old travels are admirable. Holidays are separated from time, and time is helpless and disgusting.
But he drove his horse forward, and Luqi could not be imprisoned.
Fishing, Jin Yuanhao smells.
Ask the lotus root, how much silk is there, and who does the lotus know to suffer for? Two flowers are tender as water, and they know that they are children of their old family. I have promised, but if I don't teach, I will live and die together. The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.
Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. The world is pitching today and tomorrow. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess. Acacia, fleeting, is blown by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less. Afraid of mentioning wine again, the red skirt hangs half, and the wolf lies in the wind and rain.