Peach is full of rain, willow is full of spring smoke. Before the children were swept away, the flowers fell, and the tourists in Ti Ying Mountain slept soundly. -Wang Wei's "Spring Sleep"
There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. A swallow flies back to the alley, and Mr. Wu or Liu faces the door. -Wang Wei's "Dwelling House"
The door faces the crane creek, and the cloud meets the home of Yanxian. Who knows people's affair? I'm used to seeing mountains, rivers, birds and flowers. -Li Bai Spring Scene
The bamboo pole sleeps and the water pavilion is wild. Outside the curtain, the wind and smoke curled up, and the trees in front of the court sang. -Li Bai's summer scenery
Last night, the west wind suddenly turned and I was surprised to see wild geese crossing the forest. Poetry is just static, rhyme is cold. -autumn scenery of Li Bai
A frozen pen is lazy to write new poems, a cold stove and a glass of good wine are warm. Drunk to see the ink flowers and the moon white, suddenly suspicious of the snow in the former village. -Li Bai's winter scene
The diamond leaves are full of waves and winds, and the boats in the depths of the lotus are connected. Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water. -Li Bai's Song of Picking Lotus
Going to the capital is permanent, and ignorance is used to assist;
When I was in Linchuan, I wanted to find a fish. Once the river was clear, it was not due.
Feeling Cai Zi's generosity, I suspect it comes from Tang Sheng.
I dare to chase the fisherman and play with him.
It's been a long time since I left the world. -Zhang Heng's Return to Tianfu
Song of resentment
Zhou Bei. Yuxin
Before I lived in Jinling County, I married a teenager in Chang 'an.
Looking back, tears fall, I don't know where the world is.
I will be exhausted in a few days. When will Han Yue be more round?
Because you can sing this song, you won't feel your heart broken.
Dance with Mei Niang
Zhou Bei. Yuxin
Look at the mirror in front of the visitor and smile at yourself.
The eyebrows are thick and straight, and the forehead is yellowish.
I only doubt that the fallen flowers will walk slowly and the spring breeze will not come back.
Teenagers only have fun, and drinking will leave them disabled.
My concubine is unlucky.
Cao zhi
Holding hands with jade, I like to take the same car and fly north to Yun Ge.
The fishing platform is empty and the pond is entertaining.
Looking up at the dragon boat and the green waves, overlooking the branches of Shencao.
Miss Fu Fei Luohe, say goodbye to China girl Xiang 'e.
Send a son to cross the Han River.
Yu Xuan Ji
Looking forward to sorrow in the north and south of the Yangtze River, yearning for empty songs.
Yuanyang lies in the sand and is warm, and the orange forest flies leisurely.
The songs in the kitchen smoke are faint, and the moonlight on the ferry is heavy.
Love is thousands of miles away, love is thousands of miles away from the anvil. bale
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Song of resentment
Zhou Bei. Yuxin
Before I lived in Jinling County, I married a teenager in Chang 'an.
Looking back, tears fall, I don't know where the world is.
I will be exhausted in a few days. When will Han Yue be more round?
Because you can sing this song, you won't feel your heart broken.
Dance with Mei Niang
Zhou Bei. Yuxin
Look at the mirror in front of the visitor and smile at yourself.
The eyebrows are thick and straight, and the forehead is yellowish.
I only doubt that the fallen flowers will walk slowly and the spring breeze will not come back.
Teenagers only have fun, and drinking will leave them disabled.