南宋 楼钥 Lou Yao  南宋   (1137~1213)
Tippler cao Jul The first ten-day period of a month Yu Pei Park Garden
Tippler cao And Yong-Su Yun organ
Guide Xiao Zhong Czar Main since Yu Zhejiang Also re-Hua Gong Preach Guide bend
导引(孝宗皇帝神主自重华宫至太庙袝庙鼓吹导引曲)
Ann Christine Empress Wan-term
Ann Christine Empress Wan-term
Ann Christine Empress Wan-term
Ann Christine Empress Wan-term
Anren Zheng shi Wan-term
安行表兄除华文阁直学士奉祠次韵为贺
八月十四日携家泛月次韵
八月十四日携家泛月次韵
八月十四日携家泛月次韵
aug Myristic acid daily Pan-month brought home write and reply in poems according to original poem's rhyming words
八月十四日携家泛月次韵
Aug 4 night Bolt Broken big willow
Postscript Hui-feng exercise classes, compiled by the old sea
Postscript Shao Pei (among the old chinese literati) to hold a drinking party on the third day of the third moon array
Postscript Lu Nobuyuki One's collection (of rare books, masterpieces, etc.) Ma Wei Yan 3
Postscript Qi Ditch Equipage Book thing poem
Postscript stacked with old martial Hui
Postscript Wang Jilu One's collection (of rare books, masterpieces, etc.) (among the old chinese literati) to hold a drinking party on the third day of the third moon array
跋余子寿所藏山谷书范孟博传
跋袁起岩所藏修禊序
Multiple poems at a time
ancient style poetry

Woodland Think snow nest
林景思雪巢

   Lou Yao

Snow is not all seasons, land home of the non-nest.
GAO Ren Xing Yuan, a dirty table for this.
Wufei second ancestor may, cold night stand waist.
Wufei birds nest division, Jie Lu real trees.
White sunshine my heart, not to see Xian canceled.
Two down to earth, wind and rain without drift shake.
Poetry work benefits the poor, rural island of cold thin force.
Amazing sentence put pen to paper, no longer seek scrutiny.
Off to not ask who, if the gentleman to pay short.
Xiao air dry straight up and down, as the rustic bucket bucket.
Instant wealth to spend, who can so magic bubble.
Away from the screen with such Yan, since that paint and glue.
See the world, Mr. cooked, Wuzuo mountain Pass.
Chunyang will be, eventually, Department of Qi Pao said.
Send Xiong Wen Xishan, awe-inspiring vertical scared.
I am not a outspoken poem, King and talk to mockery.
  
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