1, self-mockery: read less poetry books, poor Han and Tang dynasties, and send farmers and mulberry in mo years. Riding a donkey wants to land on his feet, and there is always a bottle of wine around him. Old to describe, although changed, drunk in high spirits. What does the Taihang Wangs do? It's like laughing at the foolish old man's overreaching.

2, five anger books. Second, the white hair is rustling in the jersey, and only relying on heaven to learn from loneliness and loyalty. Su Wu, who has suffered a lot, has endured for more than ten years, suffering from the wind and snow, worrying and resentful, hating the rebels' guts and gnashing their teeth. The grass in the forest garden flows in the spring rain, and the brick wall in Luoyang Palace is broken in the cold month. My Zhuang Xin didn't die at the same age. Even if I die, I can become a ghost wise man.

3. Hey: It's strange to admire fame and fortune, and it has become a diaosi in my life. What is the beauty and poverty of tower wine? I wonder if the barrel handle will come back in spring. There should be a number of black flags wandering souls, and white clothes will always serve. To the east of the fish beam and to the north of the cowshed, no one in the world can know this kind of sorrow.

4, thinking in the middle of the night: a small belly, a busy routine. Clouds suddenly cover the sun, and rain leaves Ye Fei frost. Classics are re-transmitted in Iraq, and it is ugly to refute the Han and Tang Dynasties. Too late to roll out of the broken book window, laughing and calling the boy to change incense.

5. Beiyan: Take a boat to the shore of Fuzhou and take the children to visit Beiyan. Shake the river and climb tall buildings. It's already raining halfway, and the river is rising and floating. Old Yining will come again to make life difficult. Mr. Wu's closed house is easy to repair. When a scary plane comes out, we discuss crime and rush. Party ban has been puzzling for a long time, and Chen Hu is dark in China. Cultivate one's mind to avoid disaster, alas, who will start to beg? Little people have no foresight, but their hearts are private.

6, fame: teenagers are eager for fame, and their old eyes are shining. Although Shanjia is like a captain in the city, the shepherd is ashamed of Fuchun's life. Lotus rolls down the moon and sets the mountain, and lonely cold waves soak the shore. To know how to be proud of your new life, you must spend a lot of time fishing.

7. Crossing the pontoon bridge to Nantai: the guest is ill and useless, saying that Nantai will try. On the nine surging waves, thousands of things cross the river. The bells and drums in the temple building urge the dawn, and the streets are from ancient times to the present. The white hair is still heroic and spirited, and the flute is drunk.

8. Seeing things: Liuguang doesn't hate going to Lianlian, and seeing things is still better than last year. Fine-tuning new poetry will be a pillow, and less drama will be spent. Yin Yin Zhu Wu 'an tea stove, shallow flat pavilion fishing boat. How dare I leave my family? I am also a member of the scattered people.

9, fishing songs: the sunset has collected all the smoke, fishing songs are far away. What do barbarians in Shang Lue hate? A few lamentations are absolutely unbearable.

10, early winter: the poems in my life drain light, and I love the frost in early winter. The better the maple leaf, the more fragrant the plum blossom. Why not retire when you are comfortable in your later years and grow up when there is no camp in the short term? Some children are interested in this, and one window is yellow.

1 1, driving away rain: a drop of autumn rain between the eaves is absolutely like Han Jia's fragrant spring. I didn't listen to this voice for thirty years, and I was sad when I scratched my head in my dream.

12, Shi Ziqi: I'm a beginner in poetry, but I want to paint. In middle age, you begin to realize that there is less, and then you catch a glimpse of grandeur. Strange things happen occasionally, such as washing a raging wrasse with a stone. Counting the walls of Du Li, I often hate not understanding them. Bai Yuan leans against the door, while Wen Lizhen is self-defeating. It's a pen-end tripod, not samadhi. Poetry is one of the six arts, and money is not cunning. If you want to study poetry, you must work outside it.

13, You Xiujue Temple: Shangcang Cliff, climbing hundreds of steps, carrying a poem bag and a fragrant bowl. The mountain rises from the edge of the bird line and the balance is low. Flowers fall suddenly in the Spring Festival Evening, and the building is tall and charming. Xinglan sweeps the couch and bedroom, and dreams of going to Tunxi.

14, time bird: cuckoo at sunrise, cuckoo at sunset. He doesn't know how he feels. Plow the land at the latest, when it is suitable for farming. Ding Zhuang wears a star, and his masterpiece is dying. Singers have both policemen and listeners to think about. Is to know what is strong when you lose a generation. One hundred languages can also speak, so silence is appropriate today. I write articles about birds and I use poems about people.

15, Book Sigh: Life is like a silkworm. It wraps itself into a cocoon, and once the eyebrows grow feathers, it is also in me. Teenagers do not cherish themselves, but their thoughts are like fire, their eyes dance wildly and their waists are light, they are ecstatic and laughing. Yuling is lucky to realize that there is nothing in the world early. But I remember calling Monk Shan, frying tea, making old cakes and making old fruits.

16, there are endless storms in midsummer: the south is in the east, and the festival is new several times a year. After the shad came out, the warbler was noisy, and when the plums were ripe, the wind and rain frequently closed the cover and dared to be a guest with fellow practitioners, but Sang Ma did not reduce his avoidance of the Qin people. The setting sun is even bleaker, and the shadows are clear and the towel is in tune.

17, I feel old: in those days, the book sword was three, and my tongue was like a cloud. Ten feet of dust and solitary ambition make China drunk in the autumn wind. Dream back to Songmo Yushu Pass, in the wheat field of Laosan Village. Kishimoto has been buried for a long time. Who is generous to the lamp?

18, night thoughts: the wind sweeps the clouds open, and the window sounds all night. In the moonlight, the magpies in the courtyard started up and the frost pressed the cock to crow. The name is an old courtier in name only, and Yuan is an old scholar. There is still something to be happy about. The north is drunk and peaceful.

19, Dengdongshan: the proud official of Qiyuan is the owner of health, and the master of chestnut belongs to the superior. Everything is new and useful, so you might as well dust off the ground. The pine cliff faces the firewood dock, and the bamboo snake circles the platform. It's better to send the sunset mountain away and go back to the moon with you.

20, the north window is idle: the shade of the rain is fragrant, and a bed is placed with a half shutter. Delu only credits wine coupons, thinking about the new grass begging for temple chapters. Guqin, pieced together and scattered, the name card is hard and yellow. Although the night pavilion has ups and downs, it is still better than the old phoenix hall.