Li Zizhong

Li Zizhong

Li Zizhong, a poet and poet of the Song Dynasty, mainly wrote a trip in early summer.

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Travel in early summer

The rain in the South and North mountains locks off the emerald.

The thatched eaves and the birds are not scattered, and the practice brings the wild water to fight against each other.

The grass on the earth terrace is like an arrowhead, cold and clear.

Lei Gong crossed the river with an axe and threw three hundred mu Ni.

A willow sent to the end of the world, where to plant flax.

In the summer, fish and turtles are in chaos, while the moon in the evening is in the immortal's nest.

Magu mountain

Under the eaves of a small thatched cottage, Qing Yin is here for you.

Deep stream, spring rain, broad mountain, night cloud.

The ground is wet, the flowers are cold, the sky is clear, and the trees are colorful.

Knock on the door to find a Taoist, chicken and dog across the fence.

Send Zeng Jingjian to Daozhou

In the late Festival, when the bow is broken, there is no pity for the people in the world.

The name indicates that the universe is in each year, and the matter is handed down by the imperial court.

The water in Hunan is free, but Chongling has nothing to do with returning to the field early.

For many years, it has been said that the prophecy is rising, but now it is still quietly.

Yuandang ten thousand yellow sparrows perched on it, and the wind and rain were so strong that they suddenly heard it

Yellow headed Finch, mouth cross,

At the end of the road, the clouds suddenly disappeared.

The East Village is surrounded by thick corn. If you want to leave, you will be surprised.

Cattle and sheep go up to the mountain, chickens and dogs sleep, and they come to seek each other.

There is a net in the deep trench of the sun slope, where you can stay in the green and the dark.

The sound of the sand and the sound of the sheep's horn turn to be magnificent, and the stubbornness of stepping on the Qiu branch.

Who knows under the eaves Xi Er body, midnight blood meet essence shrew.

The lips are burning and the tongue is rotten. It takes only a moment to save a wisp of life.

You don't see the mantis catching cicadas on the high tree, and you forget to look back.

Life devours more pitiful, who repents before the twelfth lunar month is poor.

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