1, Tang Libai's Silent Night Thinking
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground was frosted. That day I looked up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window, and I couldn't help lowering my head and thinking of my hometown far away.
2. Jiao's Wandering Son
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
3. Don Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
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.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which turns yellow in autumn and winter every year and thickens in spring. Wildfire can't burn all the weeds on the ground. When the spring breeze blows, the earth turns green. The fragrant weeds in the distance are covered with ancient roads, and Greentown is even deserted under the sunshine. Today, I have come to bid farewell to my old friend. Even the lush grass is full of feelings of parting.
Fourth, Han Cao Zhi's seven-step poem
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?
The beans are boiling in the pot, the beanstalk is burning under the pot bottom, and the beans are crying in the pot. Beans and beanstalks originally grew on the same root. How can beanstalk torture beans in such a hurry?
5. Wang Tangzhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower"
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Standing on the tall building, I saw the sunset slowly setting beside the mountains, and the surging Yellow River rushed to the sea. If you want to see the scenery thousands of miles away, you have to climb to a higher level.