The ancient poems about the year, month and day are as follows:
1. The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set in the morning dew. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither. From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? Young idler, an old beggar. ——Han Yuefu's "Long Song Xing".
2. The young man listens to Yuge upstairs. The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat. The river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house. There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn. ——Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain".
3. The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night. It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night. ——Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi".
4. Liu Lang in Maoling is a guest in autumn. He hears horses neighing at night but leaves no trace at dawn. Autumn fragrance hangs from the osmanthus tree on the painting railing, and the earth flowers in the thirty-sixth palace are green. Wei Guan leads the chariot and points thousands of miles, and the sour wind of Dongguan hits his eyes. The Han moon comes out of the palace gate in the sky, and my tears are like lead water when I remember you. ——Li He's "The Golden Bronze Immortal's Ci Han Song".
5. Life is like walking on snow and mud. Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things. ——Su Shi's "Hezi's Nostalgia from Mianchi".
6. The shore is surrounded by thin grass and gentle breeze, and the boat is alone at night against the dangerous wall. The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river.
It is not famous to write articles. Officials should retire due to old age and illness. What does fluttering look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. ——Du Fu's "Expressing My Feelings on a Night Journey".
7. The wind is strong, the sky is high, the ape is screaming in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand of Zhugong. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop. ——Du Fu's "Ascend the High".
8. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming".
9. A wild goose flies across the galaxy in autumn, writing about lovesickness thousands of miles away. Baowu shakes beads and wears pendants, and dyes painted clothes with sandalwood. The dew is more fragrant, and the moon is colder than the jade. Who can see that the embroidered belt is long and empty after the pair of ducks? ——Wang Jian's "Qixi Festival".
10. The moon is shining brightly over thousands of miles, and the moon is round in the sky with the coming of spring. The darkroom is always open, so the sky is full of blue. The breeze is refreshing and quiet, and my face is filled with tears when I am high. There are black magpies flying south and falling by the river for a long time at night. ——Bai Juyi's "Mid-Autumn Moon".