The champion is my son

Chapter 517 Ancient Poetry in the Five Complete Books of Fanwai
The author didn't want to use very famous ancient poems that had appeared in history, so he wrote a part of it himself.Sometimes I have to use it due to time constraints, so I borrowed part of it.There are those who borrowed from friends, and those who borrowed from ancient times are relatively unpopular, and most of those borrowed from ancient times have been rewritten.

Here is what the author wrote first.

Last night, the westerly wind swept away the red, and half of the clouds rolled and half of the pupils were relieved. Three mountains and a half passed the blue sky, and there were still green branches on the wall. ——Xianzha "A Branch of Spring" (Chapter 44)
The Huai River is facing the lanterns and candles, so the old man does not see the cold light.Sending the shadow of the moon from afar, across the mountains and rivers of Kyushu.Jiangping Wanqing is black, up and down are quiet, sinking and floating.Jingqingjing is prosperous and never reversed, sighing and looking for sleepwalking at this time. ——Xianzha "Empty Lamp Contrast" (Chapter 148)
A jug of wine among the flowers, a farewell for many years.Who's Tang Liyan, return and sigh. ——Xianzha's Doggerel (Chapter 166)
The setting sun stands in the distant mountains, and the lonely boat is sent far away.It comes from a piece of wine, which is also poured on Zhou Lang. ——Xianzha's "Looking at Linjiang River" (Chapter 210)
When Jiang Ziqiu was studying at night, he occasionally heard a voice coming from the southeast, and he was terrified to hear it and said "wonderful"!At the beginning, it is light and rustling, and suddenly it becomes chaotic, its momentum is like galloping horses, like waves crashing on the shore, sonorous and clanging, and gold wares contending... ——Xianzha's "Section of Proposed <Autumn Sound Fu" (Chapter 257) )
I don't know where the clouds are deep, and it's three years too early to enter the capital, don't rush to get dizzy, shame and try in March, flowers and branches don't compete for spring. ——Xianzha "Tibetan Poetry" (Chapter 301)
I can only break the spirit of scholarly business, I can get all the golden strands, lie drunk in the deep tent of hibiscus, wake up and go back to the court to report the news, the scholar can go to the court, and go down to the people to deal with the people's diseases, the prime minister looks like yesterday, so it is useless Is it a scholar? ——Xianzha "Answer to Qi Guan's Question Order" (Chapter 399)
A peach forest bakes the sunrise, and the four walls are tall and willows hang down to the sky. ——Hawthorn (Chapter 437)
The peach groves in the mountain temple are floating in pieces, and the spring breeze is not in vain, and the branches are smiling brightly, as if they have not yet opened and smiled shyly. ——Xianzha "Peach Blossom Laugh" (Chapter 437)
The following is a poem by a poet who I don’t know to change:
The west tower is full of flowers, the moon is full of the pool, and the spring shadows behind the curtain wet the spring clothes. Before the oriole arrives, it is the prophet, and the fragrant flowers are stolen as eyes. ——Xianzha "I don't know which poet's word I changed, but it seems to be revised from a friend" (Chapter 398)
The willow waist is not bound by the spring, the wind turns and the butterfly dances back.Wu Cheyizhou couldn't help it, and flowers flew all over his front. ——Xianzha "I Don't Know Whose Poems I Changed" (Chapter 398)
The purple palace banquet is open to the breeze, the dense trees are red with the first flowers in the sun, and the wine is fragrant in the evening, and I know that spring is in the beautiful flowers. ——Xianzha "This should be an adaptation of an ancient poem" (Chapter 399)
Immortals and Buddhas have not yet completed the two, only know that the lonely night is not peaceful, the wind is full of tragic songs, and the mud is stained with bad luck.Nine out of ten people are worthless, and they are useless scholars. Don't worry about poems and scrolls, and spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices. ——Xianzha "This poem should be taken directly from ancient poems, I don't remember whether I changed it or not" (Chapter 399)
A poem borrowed from a friend.

winter solstice
(Xi Huan's "Chasing Immortals")
In cold weather, one yang can still be born, and the wind and smoke can enter the ancient city by the count of nine.

Think of dumplings on Wanhu Festival, and remember yokan after a lonely farewell.

Why should my loved ones think about me so much, because this night I can't dream.

The wanderer ascends to the north, and the floating clouds look at the third journey.

Thanks Xi Huan for lending poems to Zha Zha (Chapter 119)
Linjiang Fairy——New Year's Soup
Dili round balls and water chestnuts, a bowl of clear cooking in the evening.

Don't be surprised by Xianxiang.

I ask you what it is, this is New Year's soup.

Although the poor alleys are full of food, the glory and wealth are all light.

Forget about worry, you can walk in a dream.

With the world in mind, there is nothing to do.

Thank you Xi Huan for lending words to Zha Zha (Chapter 119)
There are more flowers and moons in the universe, and the fairy who sleeps in the fragrance of jade - Xi Huan (Chapter 398)
After searching for a long time, I basically found it, not to show off the author, but to make it easier for the author to use these poems in the future.I have learned to write poetry from my teacher, so I will definitely write better in the future.

(The above poems shall not be plagiarized without permission.)
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