Express your thoughts on your ancient poems.

It's sad not to go to Li See to save wine and pretend to be crazy.

-Du Fu's "No See"

Acacia leaks more and more at night, worrying about the moon and haggard.

Miss you, miss me, I'm cold.

-Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha"

I miss a person, far away from home.

-Bai Juyi's Rain at Night

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

-Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books.

-Huang Tingjian's "Send the Yellow Number Back"

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, the desolation of nowhere to talk.

-Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

-Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"

After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.

Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear.

Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.

-Wen, "Looking at Jiangnan"

When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.

-Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts"

Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference?

-He Zhu's "Partridge Sky"

It suddenly occurred to me that my old friend is far away from home, so I can only count that you are traveling in Liangzhou today.

-Bai Juyi's "Suddenly Remembering an Old Friend and Going to Liangzhou Today"

Put your heart and soul into it, and do nothing.

-Bai Juyi's "Bieyuan Jiuhou Yonghuai"

I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.

-Huang Furan's Spring Thoughts

The city walls are thin willows, and the roads are lush.

Carrying a basket, forgetting to pick leaves, I dreamed of Yu Yang last night.

-Zhang's "Spring Boudoir Thinking"

Autumn grass produces white dew, and all the disciples in the garden benefit from acacia.

-Wei Wuying's "Living in a Idle Place to Send Brothers"

There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring.

-Lu Kai's Poems for Ye Fan

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.

-Li Bai's autumn wind poem