A boat with a hat, a silk and an inch-long hook. Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.
He has fought many battles and fought for three thousand miles. He once fought a million lions with one sword.
A volume of Li Sao and a volume of classics, ten years of sorrow and ten years of lights.
Thousands of miles of dust, once every emperor and courtier.
There are thousands of miles of water and thousands of rivers, and the sky is in Wan Li, Wuyun and Wan Li.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
Play the flute on a cool night and plant flowers in front of a dark and charming road.
I can't go back at the sight of heartbroken.
A West Lake is a gifted scholar, which is a waste of hot money.
Every poet builds his own altar, and every family crosses a mountain.
In spring year after year, there are no centenarians.
Looking back, he was taller when my feet were high.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .