Yan Qian's Poems

Well, there's no way, Jinghe village

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea.

Climb higher and you can enjoy more magnificent scenery.

Flowers fall, do your best; Swallows return, they are no longer strangers.

Cang Li man knows etiquette, clothing, food, honor and disgrace;

Deliberately plant flowers, but unintentionally plant willows;

Helpless flowers fall, deja vu Yan GUI;

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season;

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine;

Qian Fan is beside the sinking ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the tree;

In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you are going to do.

There are many talented people in the country, and they have been leading all the way for hundreds of years.

Look at a thousand fingers coldly, bow your head and be a willing ox;

Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has time; Snakes ride on fog, and finally dust;

Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.

Looking into the peak across the ridge, the distance is different.

Ducks first know when the river gets warmer in spring.

Well, there's no way, Jinghe village

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine;

On the side of the sinking ship, Qian Fan crossed, in front of the tree, Wan Muchun.

Climb higher and you can enjoy more magnificent scenery.

If there are flowers to fold, fold them. Don't wait until there are no flowers.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Shepherd would rather lose wool than sheep.

Don't worry too much.