Salt Plum Shang Ding Morning Spoon comes from which poem

"Salt Plum Shang Ding Morning Spoon" is from "Shou Master Book" Song Wu Shenfu.

Shou Master Book》 The mountain of Wuyi is strange and green, and the water of the nine songs is beautiful and clear.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and how many ministers are pregnant.

The world fortune is 500 years old, and Yue Du should be a virtuous student.

Xiangguo Xiao He Chu Daang, Qi Xian Li Bai Fu Chang Geng.

I hope that Dengjin will still step into the jade, and the salt and plum merchants will adjust the soup early.

Returning to Wuyi Creek Jiuqu, the great-grandson of Manting is looking for an alliance.

Meishoutang is full of coils, rubbing copper Di fine commentary.

The mountain of Wuyi is longer than the public, and it is the same as the public thousand-year-old.

The water of the nine songs is brewed with public wine, and the public is a thousand years old for longevity.

I also write 1,000 poems, one a year to congratulate him.

"The Drama is the Six Quatrains: The Second" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty).

Wang Yang and Lu Luo were in good shape at the time, and they were light and thin. Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers are not wasted.

It is "Nalan Rongruo", Rongruo, is the word of Nalan Xingde.

Nangeko Acacia.

Jun sends warm words, and slaves have love and cuteness.

Fate to you and I thank the Mandarin League, a lovesick interpretation to comfort this life.

Tianya is regretful, and his heart has not been written for a long time.

The lone star sighed lonely for three watches, and the condensation of the heart was about to be sunny at the beginning of the month.

267 Ruan Lang returns to Qiu Idiot.

The clouds of September ask the west wind, and the rain accompanies the autumn.

Listen and watch the east of the garden, forget the sadness and fall red.

The sky is calm, the earth is calm, and the heart is lonely.

Thousands of bleak and sparse realms are the same, and the fate is empty.

Romance in the sand.

Speechless tired wind strings, lonely in all seasons.

The wrong way is about to be sighed in the past.

Bear a sigh in life, and reunite after breaking the mirror.

The back is reunited, and the fate is scattered.

The wind and snow reminisced about last year.

Desire to be happy and sad to obey fate, left and right.

Confess the Golden Gate Autumn Tribulation.

Autumn rain tears, wisps of chrysanthemum hypocrisy.

Looking back twice and three times, I was tired, and I didn't sleep in the garden.

Ask how many times there are ups and downs, and there is no way to avoid suffering.

If you don't believe that spring will not come in your life, try to remember the calamity.

270 a pearl autumn heart.

Sighing about this autumn's events, I was worried about it one after another.

The west wind asked the chrysanthemum thousands of times, the chrysanthemum bloomed, and the rain ended up unbridled.

The bottom of his eyes is contemplative and dreams, and now he is smiling and stabbing people.

Overlapping thousands of faint and tired people, suing Xingyun, how can you sleep soundly?

Yulin Ling Qiuyan.

Flowing clouds and condolences, drunken willows, and fragrant rest at night.

Where is the chrysanthemum?

Red dust warm words, uncertain causes, cold words hit.

I want to send lovesickness, but I don't send it secretly.

Stomping on hatred, from now on, shattering dreams and forgetting to die in Qinghu.

Looking back and looking for time, and relying on each other

Quote Xijiang Yue.

Light and shallow words stay, swear old

The old sound is quiet. In the wind forever, the back is clear and bumpy.

It's just that, the eyebrows are full of sorrows, and the silence is sent to the autumn words.

The heavenly fairy was speechless.

Even if you sigh in life, you can smile and the red dust will be in the wind.

Spring, autumn, winter and summer come at four o'clock, clouds and smoke stumble, listen to whom, joy, anger, sorrow and joy are not broken.

The bright autumn light depends on my view, and the splendid rivers and mountains depend on me.

The breeze rolls up the poem in the dream, the willow bank, listen to a few paragraphs, how can this song ever know the night play?

A line of cups to run.

The moon is enhanced by the west wind, and it is lonely

Fill in the words every night. Watching the chrysanthemum in the autumn and listening to the water tune, the clouds and smoke are half-around.

Hope for peace, quietly ask, how many old troubles, who knows the horror?

The righteous thin clouds step on the red dust, and the cold plum blossoms bloom only three. Dark incense for eight years! And two Xie Handong. If you have the heart to decorate the flowers, you are still grateful, and the bonus is crazy for you! The scarce and precious gentleman is gone, but the flower is in its clock. You don't live up to the king, and you end up smiling.

That day. That month. That year. That life.

A little poem with a lot of feelings.

Poppy, Li Yu. See you soon, Li Qingzhao, this one I personally like.

A friendship poem to say goodbye to a female friend.

Using the rhythm and rhyme, the mysterious poetry is endless, the waves are rolling, and now after the victory of the past, only my poetry is so good that you are the only one.

Some people say that poetry is fire, others say that poetry is water, and I say: poetry is the dance of fire above water, and poetry is the singing of water above fire.

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