Time flies. Poetry quotation.

1, lying in Yantai today last year, there were mines hidden in the bronze drum at night. -Wang Shouren's Two Poems of Yuan Xi

Last night, in a busy city, the bronze drums of the Lantern Festival rang like thunder.

Changting Road, which came last year, needs to be crossed by a flexible strip of several thousand feet. -Zhou Bangyan's "Heroes Lan Ling Liu"

On the way to this Shiliting, I broke thousands of wickers, but I always gave them to others year after year.

3, lanterns stand upright, saddles shoot, who still remembers the heroic behavior of that year. -Lu You's "Queqiaoxian Deng Hua Zongbo"

Who still remembers my heroic military life of playing games and riding a fine horse under gorgeous lights?

4, the king's old traces are rewarded by today's people, and you must see the eternal love. -Du Fu's Song of the King of Yue

The traces of the king's past were appreciated by later generations and witnessed the ancient traces of thousands of generations.

5, the most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. -Han Yu's Early Spring Shower Zhang Eighteen/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring.

The most beautiful scenery in a year is the early spring, far better than the late spring in the city of green willows.

6, meet wine and hehe, life can be geometric! -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Advise You to Shen Zui Tonight"

How long can life last? Why don't you drink more and have some fun?

7. In forty-three years, I still remember that in hope, I was on fire in Yangzhou Road. -Xin Qiji's "Never Meet Le Jingkou Gubeiting Nostalgia"

I climbed the mountain pavilion and looked at Jiangbei. I still remember the old scene 43 years ago: the fire raged and the Yangzhou area was poisoned.

8, bored to a person lying down, playing with your fingers. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, Drinking in the New Cold, Knocking on the Window Rain"

Acacia is beyond words, and sleeping alone on a pillow is even more boring. In an instant, the good times are gone forever.

9. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is a hundred years? -Yuan Zhen's "Three Sorrow Poems, The Third"

Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long!

10, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Why do exquisite musical instruments have fifty strings, each of which reminds me of my youth?