Bai Juyi's Desire for the East (Tang Dynasty): I like peace, meet each other late, and I have nothing to do with foreign affairs.
[Tang Dynasty] Juyuan Yang's "Message to Jiangzhou White Sima": Jiangzhou Sima An is no, Huiyuan Donglin has no place to live.
[Tang Dynasty] Bao Rong's "Zen Master Huai Huiming": No one asked Xue Ling if she was well in the summer of ten years.
[Song] Lu You's "Village Night": But fortunately, it is too late.
[Song Dynasty] Huang Tingjian's "Jiangchengzi": Money people send telegrams for peace. Save your troubles. Stop playing with tears.
[Song Dynasty] Wang Anshi's Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia: If you want peace, you still laugh at the spring breeze.
[Song] Yang's "Water Tune": Yun Lan believes in it, who is safe in the daily newspaper?
[Song Dynasty] Lu You's "Haitang": Today, I can't report it peacefully, and I am afraid that it will be red and muddy.
[Song] Chen Renjie's "Qinyuanchun": See Jialin's old work back to Japan to report peace.
[Song] Ge Ren: There are more than 10,000 kinds of bamboos today, and the wind is calm and daily.
[Song] Su Maoyi's "Zhu Yingtai Near the Front": If Gui Hong wants to go to Iraq, Ding Ning must remember and write a letter to report peace.
"Youth Tour" In the era of Du Nan in Zhou Bangyan, the mountains were cleared and the clothes were thin to keep out the cold.
One night, the east wind, begonia flowers withered, look at the blinds upstairs.
Today, the sun is shining like a shower, and the south is warm.
Enjoy the old garden, happy without rain, spring birds report peace.
"Water asks about bamboo peace" zhangyan asks about bamboo peace, and the wild goose book is full of lovesickness words.
The hedge root is half a tree, and the village is deep and lonely.
Far grass and white clouds, frozen river and rubber snow, pack your bags at this time.
I saw countless journeys, looked back at Bingzhou, crossed and dried up.
Laugh that I have traveled in Wan Li.
If you are in a hurry, you will go back to the plan.
Jiang Kong is old, and he still lives late.
Sparse willows through the cold, fold like a floating moon, still haggard.
I want to meet, talk and miss. I want to be there and miss.
Thank you for your blessings! ! ! ! ! !