Who can tell Lu You what the poem Spring Day is? Thank you very much.

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Taste the wine cooked in the garden at night, and the fresh breeze in the courtyard. After the swallow wears the curtain, he sees the fish in the market. Eliminate boredom and children's couplets, have a rest and stay away from playing chess. It is always inappropriate to find a place to arrange for yourself when you are old, except to go back to rest.

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The square pool is full of blue waves and the winding path is slender and grassy. I was drunk on the ground, but I was drunk, and obviously I would suffer for many days.

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Spring comes every day. I am sleepy in spring, and I am surprised at the age of four. Grain Rain is known by the mountain temple tea, and others are famous. You get old when you climb the stairs, and weeds grow on the road. It's a pity that the skeleton is still alive. Working with Ding Zhuang will make you strong.

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Cold cakes and lettuce, the old man is not old Still looking for the old win, a smile accompanied the child.

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Cars and horses are idle, and clothes are wide after illness. If you change your poem, it will disappear forever, and drinking on credit will be the enemy of spring cold. Although the willow is finely ground, the flowers are freshly dyed. Gui Hong and Lai Yan each manage their own joys and sorrows.

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Birds are noisy on the eaves and flowers are peeping on the curtains. Sit by the wine and drink at any time, and pile the letters on the bed. There is no need for Jewish services in the world, and Dumen is not sick or tired. There is always a good place to sleep in spring.

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My whole life has passed, and the evening scene is contrary to the world. The gaunt body is thin, and the fertile land is fat for whom?

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The east wind blows the wine flag at the mouth of the alley, and the old man also cherishes early spring. It rained for three days, and the mud was ankle-deep and plum blossom mud.

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I can't get tired of seeing the snow-capped mountains, and the snow is green and weird. In this generation, there was no painter in Jiangnan, and the short man moved into the poetry.

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I'm afraid to see you go to town, and the wild bridge has paved the donkey alone. God sends his feet to see the mountain, and his eyes are clear when he is white.

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Peach blossoms are frivolous and willow flowers are crazy, butterflies are fluttering and swallows are busy. Only the turtle hall has nothing to do, and it can't last long behind closed doors.

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I lay on three big mountains and saw the local cows at the gate. My humble abode is still untidy during the Spring Festival, and the troubles of the elderly turn leisurely. The lake is green and divided into smoke pools, and the willow color reflects the tower. The bait is healthy and timely, without wind or rain, wandering around.

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For a long time, I threw it on the court. Fahua was a two-inch crown. I don't hate the desolation and invasion of the night, but I can still laugh at the Spring Festival. Silver cups are green and smoky everywhere. A plum blossom is gone, but it is too warm for the cold.

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Plum blossoms and willows are green, and the east wind is full of Huiji City. Weng Chen got up. What an idea! Yahuan Yingying tried it first.

Looking at the small platform in spring

The 90-year-old Weng is still healthy, and the time is like running electricity. Recalling the past, I came to the right line, and my shirt turned green and I met Hidehiko. In the middle, I also tasted Liang Yi, and Wan Li looked up to the township and county. St. Guan Yi is near Liuyingma, and the drums and snow are cracked by the deep wind. Back to the East, I found a job as a scholar and was mistaken for a Confucian school of sages. After seven years of begging, your grace still allows forgiveness and severe punishment. Stubborn people don't die after illness, and home-brewed spring scenery is beautiful. After the rain, the grass in the fields turned green, and at sunset, the smoke in the mountains turned purple.

Feel the flowers in spring

Branches bloom, grass shade on the ground; Everything went well with Fang Chun, but I was alone. When I was young, I liked prescriptions, but I also learned from Huang Lao at night. I don't like famous officials. I have lost the trace of youth. How can I be over 80 years old and still have no idea? Walking between buildings, my teeth are shaking. Famous mountains can nest, and it is not too early to hate them. Sitting on a meditation bed at a banquet can also raise pears and dates.

In spring, tourists are endowed with a sense of rebellion and suburban temples.

After years of visiting the emperor's hometown, the scenery was bleak and the days began to grow. Wild songs are old and strong, and flowers are sultry. The shop wall is painted with old characters, and the temple building looks at the sunset. I couldn't say it last spring, and Du Qu sang Ma didn't waste either.

The quatrains of spring

Officials have been defeated many times, and poetry is depressed. Rain often hinders restaurants. Suddenly, I saw every family inserting willows, only to know that today is Qingming.

The quatrains of spring

Twenty-four flowers and letters, one hundred and seventy corrosion is still cold. The eyes are not without spring scenery, sighing and dying.

The quatrains of spring

In front of the door, I asked Dan to buy wheat straw. My white hair is as good as a stick. I used to hate frogs, but now I like listening to them. The wall curtain was specially made into a basin.

The quatrains of spring

There are the most kinds of midges in the old garden, and the flowers have been blooming for a long time. There are less than yuan in the poor lane. Who sent a couple over the wall?

The quatrains of spring

Peach and plum blow nine strange birds, and another spring has passed among the guests On the south road of Yuhan Desert, I saw no one playing on the swing.

The quatrains of spring

I'm worried that Dongdi will drive back and Xiao Xuan will have nothing to do and win the trophy. I don't know where the peach blossom landed, but there was a flower flying from the corner.

The quatrains of spring

On the south bank of the street pavilion, the official stones are arranged, the moss is peeling off, and the problem of finding the old is found. After reading a few lines of Nanfeng, it was full of mountains and misty rain.

The quatrains of spring

In Yangjiayuan, people get drunk and pick up towels. When red and purple fall, there is no need to sigh. The Dong Jun Canal is a pedestrian.

Get up in spring

Sleeping leisurely on the piano, copper half embers sink to Hainan. Desolate hometown Every spring, loyal and angry lonely minister Xu Guoxin. The water is full, and the flowers and trees are overcast after the rain. Is my son near Huaihe River? I can't help feeling sad when I get close.

Miscellaneous Fu of Small Garden in Spring

For a long time, the clouds faded, and the small garden chatted with the cold spring. Wind-born ducks are woven with green stripes, revealing scarlet. Don't sigh at the hills, start with your children. Some people say that wheat believes that spring is good, and this year's soup cakes are already wide.

Miscellaneous Fu of Small Garden in Spring

The dust of the city can't reach Weng Fang's home. It bypasses the wheat fields and goes through the mulberry fields. The night rain was three feet deep, and Han Xiao left a flower. I was bored to share my neighbor's spring urn, and I tried to show my buds in front of the monk's window when I was idle. From then on, the light should be better, and horses will listen to cars every day.

The drama in spring is really wonderful.

Peaches and apricots are full of bees and butterflies, which children call stepping on the spring sun. The old man laughed at himself for fear that the rain would wash away the walls of the Ming Dynasty.

Chunyuan Zhongcang

Apricot blossoms are still light and cold, and no one is lonely all day. After a long separation, famous mountains have dreams, and every old friend takes a book to read. Fortunately, credit has turned dust, and wealth knows that it owes dough. How many are old? A glass of wine will return the spring remnant.

Spring miscellaneous fu

I'm tired of thinking. Poetry and fishing rods make me comfortable. I don't forget to smile at the old world, but the spring breeze has also solved poverty. There is no residual calyx on the ground, and the mud of new bamboo shoots has been exposed. If you don't smile when you are old and poor, how can you have both?

Spring miscellaneous fu

Nine times out of ten, the sideburns have become frost, which only hurts spring. Bitter rain does not allow flowers to reach the enemy, and the cold still forbids alcohol. Retire the red clothes and bake incense, and the ancient brocade poems are busy. Laughter can distract people from their career, and the west window is prone to sunset.

Spring miscellaneous fu

Jianghu people are wild, drug dreams. Try bamboo shoots in the south window of bamboo, and the flowers in the north will turn to dust. Busy all day, laughing and laughing, old and healthy can stand spring. The only thing I don't want to do is to annoy my neighbors by asking for wages and buying rice on credit.

Spring miscellaneous fu

Begging for the edge, Hengmen Caotang is bare. I've always kept my books wrong, and I have no money to drink this day. Mediocre people envy leisure, bully the old and get involved in the old, and time flies. Pear blossoms and willows are clear and stay in Jiangcun.

Spring miscellaneous fu

There are many skills in life, and the last one is Lu Daigeng. Take off your shirt, you are still healthy and vigorous, and when the bitter rain is over, the spring is suddenly released. Birds wake up for three days with sound, and flowers wake up for three days with sound. I like to smell and peck in the morning, and my son's letter goes to Chai Jing.