Chapter 2 Supplements to Liu Rushi's Poems

The spring breeze turns to Jiangcheng, and people are more affectionate every day.Tie Sheng seems to be able to deceive dancing swallows, Zhuanghua really wants to sit on Liu Ying.
Yin Minnan wears Xin Duofu, and Jin Jiannong receives joy and strikes down.The crescent moon and half-round lights are at the ear, drinking wine for the king and wishing Changgeng.

The Buddha's day begins to shine, and the people's day sinks, and the colorful dawn is dedicated to Zhulin.The land is near the scenery outside the catastrophe, and people laugh and talk deeply in front of the flowers.
After washing the new pine, look at the snow, and use the old medicine to write the poultry.The Xianghuanxiu Pavilion is very good, and the Qing family sings slowly.

Qian Qianyi

Menghua is full of joy and happiness in the spring city, but today is desolate and the feelings of the homeland.The old branches of the flowers are empty and the swallows are empty, and the willows burnt on the new fire do not hide the warblers.
On the head of the silver streamer, there is a battle of sorrow, and in front of Bai Yezun, there are wine soldiers.Relying on the good knife and ruler in the boudoir, tailoring the spring scenery to report to Xiangeng.

The soul is not shared by the catastrophe, the gray is gray, and the old forest is muddy.The yellow mouth is soft and sweet, and the green window is full of the fragrance of Brahma and Buddha.

Tuhua likes to share the same heart, and learns from birds to teachers.Meng Xiang Nanzhi smiles westward, sits with Jun Xing and meditates.
Where is beauty Yaoye busy?It should be Cengdeng Township back then.Self-love Wenyuan can have a nose, but the road of worrying about the world has guts.
Xu sees that the sparrow falls first and the branch falls first, whoever borrows the peach to stiff and the plum stiff also.It's just that the name is useless at this time, and I would rather be busy with everything.
Xing Lai splashes ink and fills the chant paper, half of which is Zhang Bian and half Mi Bian.The vulgar eye is blurred and can't distinguish, and scoffs at it to look at the picture.

Temporarily take a portrait to You Fang, and the ink marks are fresh.It's always cold and difficult to follow the custom, how many people are there in Yan Gu now?
After reading it, a pot of Lisao wine, the shadow of the remnant lamp is still lonely at night.It seems like a dream and an illusion, and the unexamined body seems to be nothing.
The vision is empty and the false is true, and the flowers and leaves are clean and dust-free.Qianqiu Qin Cao is still tuned, half of which is the incarnation of a poet. Fanfeng is interpreted as Qianxi dance, weeping dew still hears midnight song.Who can appreciate a piece of tranquility, but Togen has no choice but to do nothing.

It is planted on different Qingzhi stones, with the purpose of containing thorns and berry moss.The roots and seedlings are washed clean and free of dust, so that the east wind will bring rain. Three or two sticks of weeping dew and crying smoke, written as a heartbroken speech.Who should cherish Huaixiang when she grows old? She only knows herself when she holds a strange posture alone. Leisurely criticize and argue about Suo Nanweng, and the humanities in the future are half empty.Don't be surprised to steal the flowers and leaves, for fear that its pen and ink will annoy the spring breeze.

Waking up from a dream in the late window is lovesickness, quietly facing Xiaoxiang with nine postures.Most of the world's eyes look at the color, why not light the branch?
Lazily stepping on Chang'an Jiumo dust, alone pity Konggu is very spring.Hao Duan draws to break through the realm of the void, wanting to see Lin Chi's wonderful ecstasy.
I looked at March of Bingxu, and I even reviewed a leaf of ink orchid written by Mrs. Gu.
Rate the number of questions absolutely, to know the admiration.If so, postscript. Refusing to bloom or take advantage of Yan, Xiao Xiaoying falls by the inkstone pool.A piece of leaf Xiu despised, once lived in a famous mountain proud of the seven sages.

The color is desolate and the shadow is lonely, and the ink marks are faint and a withered branch.Who is Qianqiu's confidant?
Mr. Gu Yi Cichang wrote a long scroll of picking chrysanthemums in Xiling for Yu, and I returned to the ancient eight frames.I heard about Layman Liu Rushi.
In order to be coquettish, Caimen can't open it.People see from outside the world, and poetry comes from the stillness.
The news must be slightly understood, and there is talent in deliberation.Who will solve love when singing, and berry moss grows in the quiet path.
There are light winds rippling along the path of the cloud, Cui Xiao Xiao Xiao Leng Yanchi.It is imitated by Song Shuqian tiles, and officials and privates are not allowed to know about angry frogs.

I love the inkstone dust in the spring of the river, and the flowers in the river are all dizzy with ink marks in the spring.It can be seen that the true inkstone was never damaged, and the seven guests recognized the guest of honor in it. How much autumn can the flat boat carry, swinging through the idle clouds and wind.I once remembered that outside the dihua and maple leaves, the setting sun lost my drunken face.

Passing through the empty pavilion to listen to the turbulent current, no one is fishing to watch the autumn of the lake.In the evening breeze and sunset, I wash in the leisurely water, and my mouth is full of white hair.

The shadows of Biwu are scattered in the coolness, and Hengqin falls every night.Quietly contain thousands of streams of water, sit and see the clouds across the stream.
Xianle Jun Tianmeng, autumn geese falling.The wind in Qiliao is thin, and the lotus root silk skirt is fragrant.

The forehead of the jujube flower curtain is dark and the smoke is low, and the old titles of Qingjue Shuliao are seen.There are few people at the mouth of Moss with a full diameter, and the mouth of fairy birds passes the west of bamboo branches. Yeye is full of sorrow, every inch of shade is dark, and the blue clouds are faint and sparse at the end of the day.When I was young, I recalled listening to the same peak rain, people and plantains have the same heart.

One is empty and emerald, the other is smoke, and the three floors of the pavilion are small caves.Talented people are most suitable for family members, and immortals are married to the moon and cicadas.
There are no handsome words to repay the spring scenery, so hearing the root also breaks Zen.The spectrum needs to be used for Xiuxiang, and Dongfeng needs to make a fortune. If the wind does not fall into the city of Mochou, the victory of Simachi has already been merged.I just feel that the company in Hualien is well managed, even though the fate of the people is the same as the name of Acacia.

Shuangling peony is gorgeous in front of the steps, and it is clear in the curtain of viburnum.Since then, Sansheng Huailushui has been developed every year with more affection.

There is a cold wave of sorrow and a ruthless afterglow, it is Xiaoxiao Nanpu.
Blowing up, frost strips and lonely shadows, I still remember the old days of flying catkins.
When Kuang came to see the smoke waves and setting sun late, he saw that the traveler was so thin and waist-like as a dancer.
It's always a kind of desolation, very haggard, and there are still good words from Yantai.
Spring turns into autumn rain.Thinking about being romantic in the past, secretly hurting me like this.
Longitudinal circles, circles around the embankment draw boats, cold and cold, water and clouds are still there, recalling the past, a little east wind, almost separated by heavy curtains, brows are sad.
Make an appointment with the plum soul, and the moon is light at dusk, whispering with Yi Shenlian.

Looking back, Yun Guanliujian is still the same.Cracked but Zi Xiao's sorrow is the steepest, upside down Luan Chai for a long time.
Envy kills the cardamom on the branch, suffocates the willow before the wind, the golden ditch drives the leaves away overnight, and the thin waist is empty. (residual sentence)
The first moon is unknown, the courtyard is dark, and the clouds overlap and spit out the remnant stars.
(residual sentence)
Li Wei Xueshu called his disciple, Mr. Dongfang Dayin.
This couplet, written by Liu Rushi in hand, was previously in the collection of Mr. Liu Jingji in Changzhou
The sun travels to the sky and falls to the left boundary, and the earth's secrets stir up water to sweep Dongming.
Listen to the shallow and deep flowing water qin, and look at the paintings of the green mountains near and far.