The representative works of graceful and restrained school in ancient poetry

On the twentieth day of the first month of Jiang Chengzi * Mao Yinian, I remembered my dream of ten years and was forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. -Su Shi in Qi 'an County, I accidentally asked about the sunset creek bridge, and half a ray of light smoke was in the willow shadow. How many lotus leaves hate each other, look back at the west wind for a while. -Du Mu untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we parted, the east wind started, flowers fell, silkworms in spring had to weave until they died, and candles had to drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan, and Jade Bird is diligent in exploration. Xi's words are self-centered and lonely and melancholy. Without remonstrating with the past, you can pursue what you know. Not far from being lost, I feel that today is not yesterday. Tao Yuanming, a fisherman, proudly put the scenery in Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese were neglected. It rings all around, thousands of miles away, and the smoke is lonely. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. I was drunk in the west building and couldn't remember when I woke up. It was easy to get together and leave. Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle. The wine stains on clothes and the words in poems always make people sad. Red candle has no good policy, crying for others on cold nights. -Yan Su curtain covers the sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. Huanxisha has always been young and limited, and it is easy to be ecstatic when you leave. Don't talk frequently at banquets and songs. There are mountains and rivers everywhere, and falling flowers and wind and rain are more harmful to spring. It is better to pity the people in front of you. -Yan Shu The flowers in the dream of Shamen in Huanxi are separated from the old days. The sunset is silent and the swallows are sad, and the jade is fragrant and moves the small curtain hook. Catkin is silent, tears fall in spring, clouds have shadows on the moon, and the east wind at night is colder than autumn. -Wu Wenying's return to Xi is both self-centered and sad? If you don't remonstrate in the past, you will chase after what you know. Not far from being lost, I feel that today is not yesterday. -Tao Yuanming sends flowers in spring in March, and the eaves swallow them day by day. Still crying at midnight, I don't believe that the east wind can't call me back. -Wang's miscellaneous poems are far away from the sky, and the whip refers to the end of the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen is a stranger now, and there is no reason to meet each other. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for? On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds. Yuan knows that his creative heart is different, but he is as old as a hero. Only the truth is easy to write, the complaint is difficult to do, and the water flows in all directions. Who is the dean of the embroidery institute? A solitary flower, the corner is so bright, don't complain that no one has come to fold it, and it is out of season. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Men don't flick when they have tears, but they can't reach the sad place. Sailing is nothing, it is full of water. Good cloud who and * * *, just look at the dream outside the window, but when the dream comes back, a new separation. Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, lingering fragrance, easy to get hurt. It's difficult to climb mountains and mountains. Who feels sorry for the lost people? Meet by chance, full of foreign guests. Blue sky and yellow leaves. The northwest is tight, and the north flies south. Whoever gets drunk in the morning frost always makes people cry. Tao Yuanming's language is plain, natural and natural, abandoning the applied fiber, revealing the true beauty of simplicity and making reading always new. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and insist on adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to be sad, I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I know it's cool autumn. No one wears flowers, no one advises people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the Tao is sunny but affectionate. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sorrow at home.