Lu
Sorry, I played the flute to Yanzi. I once studied dance for a long time.
If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
I really admire comparing my eyes with mandarin ducks, but can't you see them?
I hate to embroider lonely bears on my forehead, so that I can get double colors from the curtains.
2. Early spring in the east of the city
Juyuan Yang
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
3. "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity"
Du Fu
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
4. Marginal words
Zhang Jingzhong
The spring scenery in Wuyuan is old and late, and the weeping willows are not hung in February.
That is, today's riverside ice opens, and it is the time when Chang' an flowers fall.
5. "Cold Food Festival is a thing"
Yi Han
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
6. "After graduation"
Meng Jiao
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
7. Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge
Lipper
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
8. Spring Return to Li Bai
Du Fu
Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people.
Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.
Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss.
When is the toast, weight and details?