Poetry about the world 1. Poetry about human feelings
1, acacia
Don
When those red berries come in spring, Qiu Lai will send some.
I suggest you collect more as a symbol of our love.
2. Say goodbye to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.
Don
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
3. "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
Don
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
4. Say goodbye to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Tang Libai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
5. Gift for Wang Lun
Tang Libai
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
6. "Biedongda"
Tanggaoshi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
7. "Original inspection"
Song Ouyang xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
8. Eternal songs of sadness
Tang Bai Juyi
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.
Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
2. Poetry with human touch
How many times can the world smell?
Offer flowers to the youth
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
The world in April is full of beauty,
Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
The world is sunny.
Yat sen villa
Author Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty
A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice.
Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
3. Ancient poems describing the true feelings of the world
1, original:
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Said by: Jinse by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The color book has 25 strings, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin's wife, so 50 strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom.
Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
2. Original text:
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
From: Breaking Up with Xinjian at Furong Inn by Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: the cold rain spread all over Wudi River overnight, and even the hazy distant mountains seemed lonely after seeing you off in the morning! When I arrive in Luoyang, if my relatives and friends in Luoyang call me, please tell them that my heart is still as crystal clear and pure as ice in a jade pot!
3. Original text:
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs?
From: A letter from Du Mu in Tang Dynasty to Han Chuo, the magistrate of Yangzhou.
Interpretation: The green hills are faintly undulating and the rivers are long. In autumn, the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has withered. Where are you, old friend, listening to the wonderful oral sex?
4. Original text:
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. 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.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
From: Untitled Stars and Wind Last Night by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: last night, the stars were shining, but there was a cool breeze blowing in the middle of the night; Our banquet is located on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. Without Cai Feng's wings, you can't compare with Qi Fei; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are closely linked. Guess and play with each other, and drink spring wine every other seat to warm your heart; Let's make a toast in groups. The candles are red. Alas, when you listen to the five drums, you should go to court; Riding to Lantai is like Artemisia capillaris floating in the wind.
5. Original text:
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
Said by: Yan in Song Dynasty, Partridge Sky, Colorful Sleeves, Ju Yuling.
Explanation: You waved colorful sleeves and held a glass, trying to persuade you to drink and remembering that you were willing to get drunk in Hong Yan. Dance gracefully until the bright moon hanging on the willow tip shines into the building and sinks; The singer sang softly until the wind at the bottom of the fan stopped. Since that parting, I always miss that wonderful meeting, and I was with you in many dreams.
Tonight, I hold up the silver lamp and look at you carefully, lest this meeting be in my dream again.
4. What are the poems describing the world?
1. Go to Jeju Futu with Gao.
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
The pagoda suddenly rose from the ground and reached the Heavenly Palace.
Climbing, we seem to have left the world behind us, and our overlooking steps are hanging in space.
2. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
Tang Dynasty: Cao Song
Cloudless World in Wan Li In the autumn of March 35, * * * see the frog dish in Shanghai.
3. Man Jiang Hong Mid-Autumn Festival sent far away
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue. But when he called Yuxian through the pipe, the pipe burst with a bang. Who does curling to cool the world, the most pitiful is the husband's season. Ask Chang 'e, do you have lonely troubles? Fahua
4. Qingping Letian Road Bridge
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Qingxi runs fast. Regardless of the castle peak. Thousands of miles of big plates level the world. It's more like a mountain range.
5. Go to the Temple of Heaven in the autumn night.
Tang Dynasty: Yao He
Autumn toad shines brilliantly, and Zhai Jie goes to the altar. The sky is near and the stars are far away, and the mountains are deep and clear.
5. Poetry describing human values.
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See or not see, or miss
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
-Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
It's raining around bananas, and it's raining cats and dogs at night, but the poet has no mood to appreciate it. All I can think of is her picture.
Hu Shi said: if you don't think about acacia, you can avoid acacia. After thinking about it several times, I would rather miss it.
There is a warmth that someone misses you.
You are the first person who thinks of letting the sun shine when you wake up in the morning, and you are the affectionate eye god when you lean against the fence alone at sunset and dusk; It is the gentle song in the wind chimes, and the silent tears in the mist.
02
Rice flowers are in their prime.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
-Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"
Sowing spring seeds in summer, storing in winter and harvesting in autumn, nothing is purer, more full of joy and warmth than harvest. May you reap what you sow. May every drop of your sweat bear sweet fruit.
03
Beautiful scenery and beautiful lover
The slightest bit is paid, and Samsung is in the sky.
On what occasion, see this lover?
Son, son, what is such a lover?
Take precautions, Samsung is in the corner.
On what occasion did you see this encounter?
Son, son, what is this encounter?
Take precautions, three stars are at home.
What occasion? Who will see this?
Son, son, why are you so embarrassed?
-The Book of Songs Planning the Future
What is the weather like today? I met you. When I met you, I had a "beautiful day", a "happy day", a "beautiful flower" and a "fleeting time".
Qian Zhongshu said: I never thought about getting married before I met her. After being with her for so many years, I have never regretted marrying her, and I have never thought about marrying another woman.
Between life and death, it is a lonely life journey. Keeping a true love is a lamp that shines the warmth of life.
04
A lonely sea of books on a moonlit night
Blow out the desk lamp and cover the moon.
-Sun Shi Yu.
It's late at night. You get out of the vast sea of books, blow out the reading lamp, and look up. It's already moonlight. At that time, there was an unparalleled sense of fullness in my heart, which people who had not experienced could not understand.
Chen Danqing said: "Reading has two functions, one is to make me self-righteous, and the other is to let me have my own house and my own inner life."
When you have poetry books in your stomach, you will find that it is far less interesting to envy other people's lives than to plant chrysanthemums in your heart hedge.
05
You don't have to know each other before you meet.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
-Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip (excerpt)
There is a kind of warmth, that is empathy, that is mutual appreciation.
Your's experience is so similar, the same lofty ideals and unique skills, but the ups and downs of fate make our talents lose their luster.
We are all lonely hedgehogs. Only people with the same frequency can see the unknown elegance in each other's hearts.
At a sad moment, if someone has a similar experience with you and appreciates each other, will his heart be warmer?
6. Poetry describing the true feelings of the world
Sincerely, the ocean is affectionate and helpful.
Share weal and woe, treat each other sincerely, and share life and death.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. -Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi "Don't be big"
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. -Zhang Jiuling
Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor. -Zhang Jiuling
We met an old friend in another country after a long drought. -Wang Zhu
You will know the pine and cypress when it is cold, and you will see the truth when it is difficult. anonymous
Goose feathers are sent from afar, a trivial gift, but there is a heavy yearning behind it; What matters is not the gift, but the mind behind it. -Xing Junchen
7. Poetry about human true feelings
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A set of maxims, thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. "Three-character Classic" paper boat (for mother) Bing Xin I never refused to throw away a piece of paper, but kept it-kept it, folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the ship's window by the wind. Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. Wandering in Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone. He studied hard since he was a child and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. He became a scholar in his forties and became a county magistrate. This poem was written by Meng Jiao when he was a county magistrate. I recalled the past and thought a lot.
Motherly love (poem) article source: "Holy Motherly Love" Motherly love, strange appearance, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter maternal love, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of your peace and agitation, regardless of your failure and success, maternal love is everywhere, it is her who accompanies you to experience life, it is her who flies in the face, Li Changhong does not know the true meaning of maternal love, and you forget the poverty of a mother. With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, short dreams are empty, and footsteps are hard to catch up with; The mountains are heavy and the water is heavy. Where are the books?
One lovesickness, two leisure worries. When those red berries come in spring, as a symbol of our love.
Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. The ecstasy of this moment, the sachet is hidden, and the ribbon is light; The man won the brothel, but she was lucky to survive.
When can I see you here? There are tears on the front sleeves. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
It's a pity that time flies and the wind and rain are bitter, especially the trees! Who is the money, in exchange for the red scarf greensleeves, hero tears! Baozhuan smoke eliminates dragons and phoenixes, and painting screen clouds locks Xiaoxiang. The night is cold and thin, I think infinitely! You are silent, and I am silent. There is a nameless river flowing quietly among us. If you don't talk, I won't talk, and the white clouds of missing are floating quietly. Let's leave now. In front, there is a small bridge on the river, and the jagged leeks flow from one side to the other. My fair lady longs for it. I am eager to get it. I am eager to think about it. I am very carefree. I tossed and turned.
The oldest love poem: Adam, how about apples? Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. If love lasts for a long time, you can't be together sooner or later. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Since ancient times, you have been free to hate. When this endless sorrow is endless, your clothes will gradually widen, and you will never regret it. For those missing in Iraq, ask what the world is like and teach people to live and die together. It's better to cry on your lover's shoulder all night than to exhibit on the cliff for a thousand years! There is no words between water and water. You are a rock, my concubine is Pu Wei, and Pu Wei is as silky as silk. Rocks move mountains without edges, and heaven and earth blend together. I dare to be with you. I want to be near you. It's hard to get along with you. I don't complain about making fun of others. I just sigh that beauty is abundant, the heart is thin and the heart is broken. The reason is very shallow. God only wants to suffer in this life and get the next life. If you were the moon, I would just slip by you. But there is no trajectory of meteors around the moon. Distance and reality doomed us to have no fate! Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers! Love, the horizon is close at hand. If there is ruthlessness, it is close at hand. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't give up a forest for a tree. In the sky, I want to be a wing bird. Growing together on the earth, two branches of a tree. My hair hasn't reached my forehead yet. I'm picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse and trot around in circles, throwing your childhood, we live in a long lane nearby. We are all young and happy. Tang Wan's Hairpin Phoenix has a thin world and a bad feeling. It is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" has red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of lovesickness and two kinds of worries, can't be eliminated, only frowning, but facing my heart-"A Cut of Plum", Li Qingzhao, I want to know you, and live a long life.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! -"Evil", a folk song of Han Yuefu.