After a farewell, we missed each other only in March and April. Who knows that in five or six years, the lyre was unintentionally played, the eight-part essay could not be passed down, the nine chains were interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion was anxious to see it, so it was helpless and resentful.
There are thousands of words to say, and everything is annoying. I watched the lonely goose on the ninth day. In August, the full moon is not round. In July and a half, I burned incense and held candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart. Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain. In April, loquat is not yellow. I want to look in the mirror quickly. In March, the peach blossoms drifted away with the water. February
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. Westerners have no reason to go out.
"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
When the emperor bid farewell to Bai Di, Jiangling, thousands of miles away, came back. Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
The north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky-like a spring breeze coming at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees-the sand sea deepened the ice depth, and it was gloomy and miserable in Wan Li.
Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days
In February, the frost leaves are red, and there is an ice heart in the jade pot.
The East China Sea is 80,000 Li, and the skyscrapers are 5,000 Li.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
Lu You's Thoughts on "The Summer Night Fenmen Meet the Cold at Dawn";
There are seven or eight stars in the sky. Before it rains at two or three o'clock, the old Maodian community is near the forest and the road turns to the stream bridge.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, in order to leave sorrow, the in the mind has a special taste.
Buttonwood tree, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave, one leaf after another, one sound after another, and the empty footsteps fall into the light.
In April, the world is full of beautiful scenery, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
Looking around the mountains, the light meets the water, and the lotus fragrance is ten miles.
In March, the residual flowers bloom more, and the eaves swallow every day.
Live like a nutmeg bud in early February.
A sword frost cold fourteen states. Guan xiu
Just like this, Egret Island divides rivers. Li Bai's "On the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing"
Always look after the world. Du fu's book fragrance
All four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey
The five ridges are winding with fine waves. Mao Zedong's "Seven Laws and Long March"
The army stopped, and no one moved. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
On the seventh day of July, in Changshou Palace. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Eight Jun's Day Trip Three Wan Li. Li Shangyin's Yaochi
Woke up from a dream in her flowery canopy. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Su Shi's Jiangchengzi
The flute stuck to the floor. Vicki Zhao; zhao Wei
A maid-in-waiting has lived here for twenty years. Zhang Hu's Palace Ci
White hair three thousands of feet. Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
April on earth is full of beauty. Bai Juyi visited Dalin Temple in Lushan Mountain.
Climb to the top of the Five Mountains and cast a shadow over China. Li Bai dreams of climbing Tianmu Mountain.
Crying and crying, all six armies are lost. Wu's Garden Songs
Your seven strings are like sounds. Liu Changqing is playing the piano
And eight In the snow in the Tatar sky. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
On the night of the ninth month, a cold wind was blowing in the wheel tower. Cen Can's "I want to give up the Western Expedition"
When he was a young man of fifteen or twenty. Wang Wei's The Old General
Landlord, that's enough . . . . .