What are the poems of beginners of ancient books?

Evil? I want to know you, and I will live long. There are no tombs in the mountains and rivers, Lei Zhen in winter and rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are close together, and I dare to die with you! & lt The Book of Songs. Shangxie >; Liu Yong, I'm going to get drunk and sing a song about wine, which is strong and tasteless. My waistband is getting wider and wider, and I will never regret it, which will make people haggard for Iraq. Li Shangyin went to the west wing alone without words, and the moon was like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Li Shangyin, the star of last night and the wind of last night, hung on the west side of the painting building. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Be sure to send hook spring wine to keep warm, where we roll dice in groups under the crimson lamp. Until the drums sounded, alas, calling me to take a tour. Flowers floating in the water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. Look for it, it is cold and lonely, sad and sad. This time, what a sad sentence? Xin Qiji's Qingyun case. Yuan looked for her in the crowd and looked back blankly, but the man was there, dimly lit. Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc is in the sky in September, and the moonlight is frosty. The autumn night is long and the soul rises for nine nights. In February, the east wind comes and the grass opens. I miss you in the Spring Festival Evening. My concubine lives in the north of Luo Qiao and your husband lives in the south of Luo Qiao. We met at the age of fifteen, and we are twenty-three this year. Like a radish, born by the pine tree. The vine's short branches are bitter and tall, and its back cannot move. People say that people have a wish and it will come true. Willing to be a distant beast, step by step. I would like to be an old tree in the mountains, with branches connected. "Sauvignon Blanc" by Tang Lang and Song Da Jia, Sauvignon Blanc, after such a long separation. The mountain is blocked and the wind and smoke are gone. The mirror on the stage was sold and the words in the sleeve were destroyed. There is no joy without seeing you together. Jia's "Sauvignon Blanc" Since the monarch came out, the beauty has become haggard. Thinking of you is like a candle, frying your heart and containing your tears. Sui Chen Shu Da: Since Ming Jun came out, Spiegel has put on red makeup. I miss you like a candle at night, and I weep a thousand times. Don Li Kangcheng