Don Cao Ye
Dreams are as urgent as water, and white hair is as new as grass.
Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others.
The second worry.
Don Cao Ye
The grass is short and green, and the mountains and moons are bright.
That night, I woke up and the roof was crying.
The third worry.
Don Cao Ye
Another temple is not born, but it looks like the hair in the city.
Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water.
Today is not reading day,
Summer is very hot, just right for sleeping.
When winter comes in Qiu Lai,
Why not go home and wait for the Spring Festival?
Changle slope gives people sad words.
Tang Bai Juyi
Pedestrians branch from north to south, and flowing water connects Yugou from east to west.
I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry.
Two melancholy river poems
Suttawat Settakorn
Open the door on the river, open the door on the grass.
I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old.
The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves.
That would be great. There is no cold wave every night.
border area
Tang cuikun
In September, the roots are broken and the grass flies on three sides.
Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes.
On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post.
Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui.
Sit sadly
Don du fu
A high house is often wild, and sitting in sorrow is more intimate.
In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint.