Ouyang Xiu's Poems

Magnolia slow Chuzhou send model

Old age is less affectionate, farewell to wine, shy of life. The Mid-Autumn Festival, a very good month, not according to people round. No merciless water, a total of westerly winds, only sent back to the ship. On the perch River in autumn evening, in front of children's lights at night.

The collection of clothes makes it easy to go to the sky, and the Jade Hall is full of virtue. Want to show in the middle of the night, to teach and watch grass, but to raise the edge. Chang'an, the old man asked me that the mourning wine is still there. Goose falling in autumn sounds empty when drunk.

Yichuzhou Valley

Chunan Valley embraces Qianfeng, the flowers are far and near red.

All the hard work of that day was planted by hand, but now it is spring breeze.

The master is not sad, the wild old man can still talk about drunken man.

Who writes with the help of Qin, the sound of night spring is in Cuiwei.

Sier Pavilion Sends Light to Luxie Temple to Chuyang

I Miss drunken man, drunken man himself.

Shanlin's self-nature is wrapped up by Zhang Yiduo.

If you don't know what you want, you can make a fool of yourself.

It is not because of persecution that we can never achieve anything.

Yongyang Qian, who was out of control.

When the mountain is full of atmosphere, the flowers are always graceful.

Stone Spring throats and laughs wildly.

Binhuan is noisy and Weng is drunk.

I am happy to be sad, and everyone is happy to be sad.

The three sons and two sons of Weizi have the same hobbies.

Thanks to the rock, carve it left for me.

Three Spring Festivals in Fengle Pavilion

Green trees and mountain birds crow, the wind ripples and flowers fly.

Bird singing and flower dancing are too drunk. Tomorrow the spring is over.

Spring clouds are faint and sunshine shines, while grass breezes and flicks.

The Pavilion meets Taishou in the west, basket and tincture flower arrangement return.

Mangrove green hills incline day, long suburbs green endless.

Tourists, no matter how old they are in the spring, set foot in front of the pavilion.

Chuzhou Drunken Weng Pavilion

Forty is not old, drunk couple topic.

Do you remember my years when you are drunk and bequeath everything?

But Aiting went into the water from the chaotic peak.

Sound like empty, pouring toward the eaves.

Flow into Yanxiaxi, Youquan to help trickle down.

It's not an orchestra.

Won't it be beautiful silk bamboo, silk bamboo abounds.

So take wine with you often, and you'll ripple at a long walk.

Wild birds watched me drunk, streams and clouds kept me sleeping.

Mountain flowers can only laugh, but they can't understand me.

Only the rock breeze came, blowing me awake.

Tour Langya mountain

A foot of snow in the Nanshan Mountains, the snow is as green as a hill. The Valley is deep and warm. Plum blossoms should have blossomed.

Make the gentleman tired of riding, horses and chariots stay in front of the mountains. Songs to attract wildlife, step by step between the green woods.

The long pine is shady and the rocks are drunk. Stop music to listen to mountain birds and write Youquan with piano.

Love wants to forget, but suffers from secularity. When you return, you will feel far away, the peak of the bright moon.

Yong Yang heavy snow

A foot of snow before the clearance, birds can not fly through the pedestrian.

Binglian Valley Elk died, the wind strong field mulberry fold.

In the north of Jianghuai, there is no bitterness, cold and epidemic disease.

The old farmer said to himself that he was seventy. He had seen the snow only three or four times.

Xinyang gradually loves the sunshine and breezes the East wind.

A foot of snow, a few feet of mud,

Deep mud wheat seedlings begin to fertilize in spring. Old peasant knows Dili.

Listen to me sing this poem.