As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
Comments: Xin Jiaxuan, the dragon in the word, is my favorite poet.
9. Liu Xiyi "A Generation of Sad Pulsatilla"
Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.
Luoyang's daughter looks good, and every fallen flower is sighing.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.
When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?
How long can we turn? The crane will be chaotic in an instant.
All the songs and dances of the ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.
10, Zhao yi, on five poems (part two)
The poems of Li Bai and Du Fu have been read by thousands of people, and it is nothing new to read them now.
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.
1 1, Lu You's Reading on a Winter Night
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
12, Sima Guang, Xijiangyue
The bun is loosely tied, and pencil lead wears light makeup.
The smoke hood is light and the flying floc is uncertain.
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other?
Wake up first after a break, and be quiet in the deep courtyard.