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1, Taohuatan is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun.

2. Raise a glass to the bright moon and sink back, I suddenly think of home.

3. Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene

Su Shi

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.

Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,

It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.

4. Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang.

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

The lotus leaf on the second day is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower on the second day is of different colors.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

6. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

7. Send Du Shaofu to Sichuan.

Author: Wang Bo

Through this wall surrounding the three Qin areas,

Through the mist that unites five rivers.

We said goodbye to each other sadly,

We two officials run counter to each other.

However, despite China's friendship,

Heaven is still our neighbor.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road,

The child is holding a towel.

8, "The Wandering Son" Tang Meng Jiao

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

On September 9th, I went to remember my Shandong brother.

Wang Wei

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

10, weeding at noon;

Sweat dripped on the ground.

Who knows the Chinese food on the plate;

Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.