What are Lu You's poems

What are Lu You's poems

It's dusk. I'm worried about the wind and rain. I don't want to fight for spring. I'm envious of all the people. I'm scattered in the mud and crushed in the dust. Only the fragrance is as good as before. I'll tell you my true love. I'm looking for a marquis in Liangzhou. Where is the dream of Guanhe

What poems does Lu You have
A short poem, five or seven words

A journey to the West Village
Don't laugh at the mellow farm wine, leaving enough chicken and porpoise in harvest
Mountains and rivers, doubt no way, another village
Xiao drum follow the spring society near, simple clothes and ancient style
From now on, if you are willing to ride on the moon, you will knock at the door all the time
Tell my heart
When thousands of miles to find Fenghou, horse garrison Liangzhou. Guanhe dream where? Dust dark old Diao Qiu
Hu did not die out, temples first autumn, tears empty flow. This life who expected, heart in Tianshan, body old Cangzhou!
"Plum chanting"
Outside the post, by the broken bridge, it's lonely and ownerless
I don't want to fight for spring. I'm envious of all the flowers. I'm scattered in mud and crushed in dust. Only the fragrance is as good as ever
Hairpin Phoenix
Red crisp hand, yellow wine, full of spring palace wall willows. The east wind is evil, the joy is thin. A sad mood, a few years away. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, tears are red, and the silk is transparent. Peach blossoms fall. Idle pool Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, brocade books are hard to support. Mo! Mo! Mo!
Sheer
Die yuan know everything empty, but sad not with Kyushu
Wang Shi set the Central Plains day in the north, and did not forget to tell naiweng about family sacrifices
Partridge Sky
I live in the dark room
Nothing to do with dust
Pour residual jade, wear bamboo, roll Huangting lying to see the mountain
Greedy and arrogant, let the decay
You may as well have a look everywhere
Yuan knows that creation has a different heart, but old heroes seem to be idle
Fisherman's pride
Looking to the East, where is the shade
It's thirteen thousand miles
The letter is empty and full of paper
Shed tears, book back is next year
Send a message to the red bridge
When will the boat find its brother
It's old to travel all over the world
There is no sleep
A few wisps of tea smoke
Chaozhongcuo: Mei
You can't enter the youth arena
Nothing but desolation
A wandering life experience, very cold hearted
River head at the end of the month, new poetry, old dream, lonely hate fragrance
No matter what the spring breeze is, I once knew the Eastern Emperor first
"The waves wash the sand" and "on the banquet of Fuyu Pavilion in Danyang"
The trees darken the pavilion
A few of them are out of respect
Yangguan often hate the smell, not to mention today's autumn, the body is pedestrian
Clear the tears of Luo towel
Each of them has his own soul
A river is divided equally from hate
Secure the iron lock of Qianxun, cut off the smoke
Xie Chi Chun
Zhuang year old from the army, was a gas swallow residual Lu
The clouds are high and the night is full of smoke
Zhu Yanqing temples, holding the sculpture West garrison
He who laughs at the scholar's crown makes many mistakes
Dream of fame, but pan boat Wu Chu
Full of sad songs, sad nostalgia
Boundless waves, where to look Qinguan
Sigh time, and become a waste
Night tour Palace
The snow was clear at dawn
Sleepwalking, I don't know where
An iron horse is like water without reputation
Want to close the river, Yanmen West, Qinghai border
Sleep in the lamp
The leakage sound breaks, the month slants the window paper
I promise to be waiting in ten thousand li
Who knows, although the temple is broken, the heart is not dead
Queqiao Fairy
I live in the west of diaotai
Selling fish for fear of being near the gate, Kuang is willing to go deep into the world of mortals
When the tide comes, the cable will be tied at the tide level, and the song will return
I am the nameless fisherman
Huanxisha: harmony without blame
Lazy to sand head drunk jade bottle
Call you to enjoy the little window
The setting sun blowing the horn is the most important thing
Busy days are more bitter than idle days, and new worries often follow old worries
If there is no company among the guests, they are afraid of traveling in groups
"Good things are near: climbing Meixian mountain and looking at the sea"
Wave sleeve on the West Peak, isolated to the sky without feet
The whale sea under the stick, the number of smoke sail calendar
Watching the clouds and dancing the green Luan, it's almost night to return
Thank you for your hospitality
The autumn wave is beautiful, and on the evening of July 16, I ascend the happy pavilion to look at the south mountain of Chang'an
When autumn comes to the corner of the border town, it sounds sad
The beacon lights the tower
It's a pleasure to sing sad songs and drink high
Sentimental who is like Nanshan moon, special evening clouds open
Baqiao smoke willow, Qujiang pool hall, should wait for people to come
Bean leaf yellow
It is often rain and wind in spring
Spring is empty when the wind and rain are clear
Who cherishes mud and sand
It is hard to be poor to hate
It's just like the old man in his life
Fisherman
Xianghu Yanyu Changjing silk
New cooking of wild rice with a spoon
When the clouds disperse, the moon slants
I don't know when the tide goes down

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