Bai Juyi
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
Li Bai's Song of Dingdu Lake: Reflection on the sufferings of the tracker.
Yunyang went to war, and merchants on both sides of the strait were spared.
Why bother tugboat when the black ox rests on the moon?
Turbid water can't be drunk, and the pot pulp is half turned into soil.
When I sang the song to protect the governor, my heart burst into tears.
Ten thousand people cut stones, but they can't reach the river.
You look at Shi Mang, and you hide your tears and grieve for the ages.
Bird Yang Hao's "The Sheep on the Slope Tongguan Nostalgia"
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road.
Looking at the western capital, I hesitated.
Sad Qin and Han dynasties, ten thousand palaces have been made of earth.
Xing, the people suffer; Death makes people suffer.
Li Bai's "Stay at Uncle Xun's House in Wusong Mountain"
I stayed in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I felt very depressed and lonely.
The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night.
The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.
I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it.