Chapter 10 Qijue-9

Yihong Qing can refresh the spleen of poetry, and I only know myself in the cold and warm years. Flowing out of the West Lake to carry songs and dances, looking back is not like being in the mountains. Su Shi The lotus has no cover to hold the rain, and the chrysanthemum remains with proud frost branches. You must remember that the best time of year is when it is orange, yellow and orange. Zhang Ji The moon falls and the sky is filled with black crows and frost, Jiang Feng Yuhuo confronts Mianmian. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bells to the passenger ship. Du Lei Cold night guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove is boiling hot.

As usual, the moon in front of the window is different if there are plum blossoms. Li Shangyin I first heard that the wild geese had no more cicadas, and the water on the hundred-foot tower reached the sky. The young girl Su'e is all cold-resistant, and she fights beautifully in the frost of the moon. Wang Qi Free from the slightest intrusion of dust, the bamboo fence hut is content with itself. It is only because of a misunderstanding of Lin Hejing that the poet has been talking about it to this day. Bai Yuchan Only two or three flowers are put on the southern branch, and some powder is made by singing the fragrance in the snow.

The moon is thick with smoke, and the water is deep and the sand is shallow. Meixue contended for the spring and refused to surrender, so Sao Ren Ge wrote a review. Meixu is three points less white than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum. There is no spirit without plums and no snow, and people are vulgar if there is snow but no poetry. Sunset poems are snowy all day long, and it is very spring together with plum blossoms. cowboy Six or seven miles across the grass shop, the flute plays the evening wind three or four times. At dusk after returning with a full meal, I lie down in the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat.

Du Mu The smoke cage is cold, the water is moon cage, and the sand is in the moon cage. At night, the Qinhuai River is near the restaurant. The business woman doesn't know the hatred of the subjugated country, and she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river. money from What is Xiaoxiang waiting for?The water is green and the sand is clear with moss on both sides of the bank. Twenty-five strings play the night moon, but it comes flying over with unbearable grievances. A mass of thatch is in a mess, suddenly burning the sky and then emptying the ground. The contention is like a furnace full of simmering 榾柮, and the ground is steaming and warm.