Li Bai's "Sleep in the Mountain Temple at Night" The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven.
Liu Yong's "Yulin Forest" The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat urges him to leave. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to leave out the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and beautiful scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
Wei Chu's "Partridge Sky·The Housekeepers Set the Sun and Send This to Me" I arrived home this morning last year, but this year we are facing each other far away. There is nothing to do in the spring, and the autumn frost on the temples is beautiful. Mountains meet water, and the water is bright. The remaining light in the forest is full of returning crows. When will we tidy up the fields, get together with our children, and make tea at night? Good times and beautiful scenery are in the sky, and whose home is the pleasure.