Xin Qiji s verses are three. What are the verses of Xin Qiji

1.Bodhisattva barbarian.

Book Jiangxi ostomy wall.

Yu Gu is in the Qingjiang River under the stage, and how many pedestrians are crying in the middle! Looking at Chang'an in the northwest, there are countless mountains in pity. The green mountains can't cover it, after all, it flows eastward. Jiang Wan is sad, and the mountains are deep and smell partridges.

2.Picking mulberries on the middle wall of the Shubo Mountain Road.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will be resting, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn!

3.Qingpingle alone in Boshan Wang's Nunnery.

Hungry rats around the bed, bats dancing over the lamp. The pine wind on the house blew the rain, and the broken paper window muttered to himself. In his life, he was in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and he returned to Huafa with a pale face. The cloth was dreamed of by the autumn night, and there were thousands of miles in front of him.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river The fragrance of rice flowers says that the harvest year, listening to the sound of frogs Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman. The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The favorite child scoundrel, the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

Picking mulberries on the middle wall of the Shubo Mountain Road.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will be resting, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn!

The bright moon is not a branch, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

1. The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is chirping cicadas in the middle of the night. —Xin Qiji, "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in the Yellow Sand Road".

2. Worry about giving new words. —Xin Qiji, "Ugly Slave, Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

3. The fragrance of rice flowers says that it is a good year. —Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road" lacks bridges.

4. The teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. —Xin Qiji, "Ugly Slave, Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

5, Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired? The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. - Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence".

6. Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. —Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi".

7. Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turn over the outside sound. —Xin Qiji, "Breaking the Array, Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu to Send It".

8, I see how charming the green mountains are, and I expect the green mountains to be like this when they see me. —Xin Qiji, "He Bridegroom, Shi Wu Decline".

9, but the weather is cool and autumn. —Xin Qiji, "Ugly Slave, Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

10, thinking about the past, Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger. —Xin Qiji, "Yongyule Jingkou Beiguting Nostalgia".

11, the horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. —Xin Qiji, "Breaking the Array, Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu to Send It".

12. The favorite child is dead, and the brook is lying on the lotus canopy. - Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence".

13. If you teach that there is no sail in your eyes, you don't believe that there is a white head in the world. —Xin Qiji, "Partridge Day, Evening Jackdaws are Sad".

14. The dance pavilion and song platform, the wind and mountains are always blown away, and the rain blows and blows away. —Xin Qiji, "Yongyule Jingkou Beiguting Nostalgia".