Bow should be used for strength and arrow for length.
shoot the horse first, and catch the thief first.
Tang Li Bai
A dangerous building is 1 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.
don't speak loudly, for fear of shocking people.
Tang Li Bai
her jade-white staircase is cold with dew, her silk soles are wet, she lingered there so long.
but the water curtain, watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?.
Tang Li Bai
The fire shines on the heavens and the earth, and the red stars are everywhere.
on the moonlit night, the song is moving in cold Sichuan.
sui Xue Daoheng
has only been in spring for seven days, and has been away from home for two years.
when people fall into the wild goose, they think before the flowers.
Li Shen, Tang dynasty
It's noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil.
but every grain of Chinese food is hard.
Tang Li shangyin
with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.
the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
Tang Bai Juyi
Xiao Wa propped up a small boat and stole the white lotus back.
I can't hide the trace, and duckweeds bloom together.
Tang Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
Tang Wangwei
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.
was the plum, when you passed my silken window, cold plum blossoms are blooming.
Tang Wangwei
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door.
Spring grass is green every year, but O my Prince of Friends, do you?.
Tang Wangwei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Tang Wangwei
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
Back into the deep forest, shines back to me from the green moss.
Tang Du Fu
the Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, the Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame.
beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief, that he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu.
Yuan Mei in Qing dynasty
The shepherd boy rides a yellow ox, and the song makes Lin Yue sing.
I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I kept silent.
Song Fan Zhongyan
People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch.
look at a leaf boat, you are in a storm.
Tang Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
Tang Zuyong
see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, with its white top over floating clouds.
and a warm sky opening at the snow-line, while the town in the valley grows colder and colder.
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Tang Li Bai
this night to the west of the river-brim, there is not one cloud in the whole blue sky.
as I watch from my deck the autumn moon, vainly remembering old General Xie.
I have poems; I can read, he heard others, but not mine.
tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, with fallen maple-leaves behind me.
Tang Liping
away from home, I was longing for news, winter after winter, spring after spring.
now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question.
Tang Wangwei
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.
was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is Han Mei blooming?
Tang Wangwei
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door.
grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you??
Tang Li shangyin
with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.
the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
Tang Yuanzhen
in the faded old imperial palace, peonies are red, but no one comes to see them.
the ladies-in-waiting have grown white-haired, debating the pomps of Emperor Xuanzong.
don Wei Yingwu
as I walk in the cool of the autumn night, thinking of you, singing my poem.
I hear a mountain pine-cone fall, you also seem to be awake.
don Liu Changqing
your seven strings are like the voice, of a cold wind in the pines.
singing old beloved songs, which no one cares for any more.
Tang Du Fu
the Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, the Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame.
beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief, that he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu.
Tang Li Bai
master, I hail you from my heart, and your fame arisen to the skies.
renouncing in ruddy youth the importance of hat and chariot, you chose pine-trees and clouds; and now, whitehaired.
drunk with the moon, a sage of dreams, flower- bewitched, you are deaf to the Emperor.
high mountain, how I long to reach you, breathing your sweetness even here!.
Tang Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken?
don Jia Dao
when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, "My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs".
but toward which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds?.
Tang Bai Juyi
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
Tang Li Bai
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
Tang Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
Dai Li Weng, solitary state, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
Aestheticism in Five-character Poems
1. Acacia is as deep as the sea, and old things are as far away as the sky.
2. I wish you all the best.
3, the fallen petal is independent, and the micro swift flies together.
4. The heart is like a double screen with Qian Qian knots in it.
5. Remember to bid farewell to Jun, and plant peaches and moths.
6. It's useless to miss each other, and I regret meeting you at the beginning.
7. The lingering feeling of your husband lies in Hongluoluo.
8. Meng Luo thinks of me, and she thinks of you.
9. The beauty has long thought about it, and her heart is sad about it.
1. Zhao Jun brushed the jade saddle and got on the horse and blushed.
11. and at last you think of returning home, now when my heart is almost broken.
12, homesickness is not available, thank you for your book.
13. If you clean the road dust, if you muddy the cement.
14, when you are born, you will return, and when you die, you will be a sauvignon blanc.
15, heaven and short karma, it is often easy to gather and disperse.
16. lovesickness has no cause, and I look forward to the cool breeze.
17. If you can't keep a good heart, what can you do for a concubine?
18. When the waning moon went out, beauty and tears spoke.
19, married as husband and wife, loving each other.
2. Leave home with one heart, and die of sorrow.
21, I sing and dance, and I am just the same.
22. Don't be a slut in Guanshan, and keep your boudoir in the wind and moon.
23. take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.
24. You know that my concubine has a husband, and give me two pearls.
25, the oblique moon shines on the curtain, remembering the monarch and dreaming.
26. I hate the afterglow, but I don't know Jun Jun.
27. Wen Jun has two opinions, so he came to refuse each other.
28, when you are born, you will return, and when you die, you will be a sauvignon blanc.
29. A beautiful woman comes out with a golden ladder, and she carries the basket with her own hands.
3. when I turn and see my younger daughter, with the tears running down her cheek.
31. May I die in your arms for the southwest wind.
32, my temples are pitiful and green, just for the old love.
33. breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, why part the silk curtains by my bed??
34. Thinking of you is like a candle, which makes you feel sad and tears.
35. What's not acacia? Bamboo grows on the river.
36, the wind destroys the cold brown ring, and the moon is sad when it enters the frost.
37. Seeing you off as it was yesterday, the group has been exposed before the eaves.
38, autumn to the empty boudoir, sweeping the plane leaves at night.
39. far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.
4. Those who are far away from you, even Yanmenguan.
41. and the more the King loved her, the lovelier she looked, blinding him away from wisdom..
42. Go in and out of your arms and shake the breeze.
43. had I thought how regular the tide is, I might rather have chosen a river-boy.
44. brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.
45. I love Master, but stay for a long time didn't put up with it.
46. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
47, the willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk.
48. You sing Yang Ruer, and I advise Xinfeng Liquor.
49. and girls here watch the same melancholy moon, that lights our Chinese warriors.
5. The king chooses the jade color to sit in the golden screen.
51. It's hard for a slave to get out, so you can be merciful.
52. The crow hides the flowers, and you stay at my house drunk.
nice five-character poem
Tang Li Bai
this night to the west of the river-brim, there is not one cloud in the whole blue sky.
as I watch from my deck the autumn moon, vainly remembering old General Xie.
I have poems; I can read, he heard others, but not mine.
tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, with fallen maple-leaves behind me.
Tang Liping
away from home, I was longing for news, winter after winter, spring after spring.
now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question.
Tang Wangwei
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.
was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is Han Mei blooming?
Tang Wangwei
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door.
grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you??
Tang Li shangyin
with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.
the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
Tang Yuanzhen
in the faded old imperial palace, peonies are red, but no one comes to see them.
the ladies-in-waiting have grown white-haired, debating the pomps of Emperor Xuanzong.
don Wei Yingwu
as I walk in the cool of the autumn night, thinking of you, singing my poem.
I hear a mountain pine-cone fall, you also seem to be awake.
don Liu Changqing
your seven strings are like the voice, of a cold wind in the pines.
singing old beloved songs, which no one cares for any more.
Tang Du Fu
the Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, the Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame.
beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief, that he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu.
Tang Li Bai
master, I hail you from my heart, and your fame arisen to the skies.
renouncing in ruddy youth the importance of hat and chariot, you chose pine-trees and clouds; and now, whitehaired.
drunk with the moon, a sage of dreams, flower- bewitched, you are deaf to the Emperor.
high mountain, how I long to reach you, breathing your sweetness even here!.
Tang Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken?
don Jia Dao
when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, "My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs".
but toward which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds?.
Tang Bai Juyi
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
don Jin Changxu
drive the orioles away, all their music from the trees.
they wakened her when she dreamed, that she went to Liaoxi Camp to join him there.
Tang Peidi
though you think to return to this maze of mountains, oh, let them brim your heart with wonder!.
remember the fisherman from Wuling, who had only a day in the Peach-Blossom Country.
Tang Wangwei
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches?
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.
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