On the selection of Xiaonian's Ancient Poems
Xiaonian song / Wen Tianxiang
Yanshuo meets poor wax, and Jiangnan worships the new year.
When I was old, I lived happily and died.
Crow noise snow, Hongfei days.
I don't know how to go out.
24 days song / Wen Tianxiang
Strong heart negative light, disease quality fall You Yan.
Three days before the Spring Festival, Jiangxiang is in its infancy.
When you are old, if there is water, the wind wants different days.
The house is bare and mossy.
Huayan zhikeliao song / Liu Kezhuang
Outside the eaves, there are banyan trees in June and autumn.
The bad wall glows like a fishing fire, and the ancient wall bees pierce like fire.
240 filial piety of the wise & middot; Li Shiqian song / Lin Tong
It's not filial to kill, but not necessarily to kill.
Kill words, you see since childhood.
Reading in winter night song / Lu You
After Maoling disease, it was not the same as before, with short and sparse hair.
Red candle regret from the long night to drink, blue lantern happy to the small book.
When sages see that life is not too late, they have more than enough rage to die.
Don't laugh at the broken house and the fallen wall, but recite the whole story with strings.
"Six words and ten poems with Huang Yanhua" Song / Liu Kezhuang
I try to comment on Qi Wu, but I don't know who is better than Peng Shang.
Mengzhuang knows a little bit about the new year.
Huayan zhikeliao song / Liu Kezhuang
Outside the eaves, there are banyan trees in June and autumn.
The bad wall glows like a fishing fire, and the ancient wall bees pierce like fire.
Forget the old words and travel to the mountain.
The old man buried the jade monk to return to the pagoda, only listening to the sparse bell and worrying about the twilight.
A gift on the eve of departure Ming / Zhang Han
Nanpu full of tears, Dongfeng small year. Back to the stirrup to get lean at night, a few days apart.
The pin bone startles the flower arrow, leaves the intestines mud wine boat. Pitiful bright moon son, still shadow Juan Juan.
Huanglong Temple Qing / min Linsi
Ten thousand trees are disorderly and towering, and the lone peak is opposite to the iron boat. Because of the sight of the painting, the temple was handed down by Fu long.
Baoji laments the previous generation, while Bo Tuan sits in his childhood. The pines and flowers are blowing, half falling to the edge of the lecture hall.
Self help Tang / Du Mu
Forty years have passed, and the state is in distress. And draw the board hand, but show the book.
He who drinks too much dislikes Ruan is not the one who laughs too late. Smell LiuNing and sigh Zha, and treat the common people as if they are not familiar with each other.
Know how to cut when you are in trouble. What do you think of it?