Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty titled the south village of the capital city
Last year, peach blossoms set each other off in this door.
I don't know where people are going, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Two
Evil in Han Dynasty Yuefu
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and the earthquake in winter, the rain and the snow in summer, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to abandon you!
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reflecting mulberry fields, the sky is red.
the wind is cold and rustling, and the teeth are trembling and inviting.
the autumn wind of the ancient road urges the night to fall, and the sound is swallowing and the shadow is continuous.
looking back, looking up and laughing.
girl's fate, Mu Fanxian.
He Hanyao, fingering the strings.
a song of acacia covers your eyes, sounds the world and sighs the fleeting time.
The Four Poems
Tang Yuan-zhen left his thoughts
It was once difficult to cross the sea, forever amber.
Take a lazy look back at the flowers, and you are half-qualified to cultivate and half-qualified.
Classic love poem 7.
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn.
Five
Du Mu gave a farewell
More than thirteen pieces of cardamom curled up in the beginning of February.
The spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you roll up the bead curtain.
affectionate but always heartless, you can't laugh only when you are respectful.
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn.
Six
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
Seven
Li Shangyin's Jinse
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew!
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