Climbing the Mountain-Du Fu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Farewell to Fu Degu and Cao Yuan-Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Thinking in Quiet Night-Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night-Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong-Wang Zhihuan.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Han Yu, an eighteen member of the Ministry of Water Affairs, appeared outside the early spring.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Nostalgic Thoughts on Yang Wanli: Sleeping at Night under Niuzhu Mountain
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
Recalling Jiangnan-Bai Juyi
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
Looking for flowers by the river-Du Fu
The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red.
Chen Ziang Youzhou Tower
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it. Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.