a state in the Zhou Dynasty
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Have fun tonight. This is a good time.
What is the night when recruiters look into the distance?
There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
On the battlefield, long time no see.
Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living.
Try to love Chunhua, don't forget when you are happy.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
Baimapian
Cao Zhi in Wei and Jin Dynasties
White horse decorated with gold, flying northwest.
Excuse me, who is the family? You are a ranger.
Young people go to towns and raise their voices in the desert.
I used to have a good bow, but my arrows were uneven.
If the string is controlled to break the left, the right hair will destroy the moon branch.
Raise your hand to catch flies and bend down to lay horseshoes.
Smarter than monkeys and apes, as brave as leopards.
There are many policemen in the border town, and the number of Land Rover has also moved.
Feathers come from the north, and horses climb the embankment.
The dragon drove to the Huns, and the left was Xianbei.
Give up your life on the blade, and your life will be safe?
Parents don't care, how can you talk about children and wives?
A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish.
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.
Quasi-elegy
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
Seven mourning poems
Wei can
There is no chaos in Xijing, and the tiger is in trouble.
After abandoning China, I devoted myself to Yu Shuai.
My relatives are sad for me, and my friends are chasing me.
I didn't see anything when I went out, and the bones covered the plain.
There was a hungry woman on the road, holding her child in her arms and leaving the grass.
Wen Gu wailed and wept alone.
I don't know where I'm going to die, so how do I end it?
I can't bear to hear that.
Go south to the Baling River and look back at Chang 'an.
You will feel sad when you realize that you are in spring.
Express one's feelings in the form of poetry
Yu Xin in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
Shake the autumn to be angry, desolate and resentful.
Weeping dry Hunan water bamboo, crying bad Qi Liangcheng.
When the sky dies, it will be angry, and the day will be sad.
The rainbow shines on the base, and the starry night falls on the camp.
Chu songs hate songs, and the south wind dies.
A glass of wine in front, who is famous behind.
Poetry after death
Tang Li Shu Ji
A sudden farewell, Shen Ming hates it. Although Chang 'an is not far away, there is no letter to pass on.
Stabbed a slave to death
Liuyi Tang avenue
Dan's career is shallow and his grave is deep. Not as good as Jiangling tree, it will become a forest in a thousand years.
Seeing the dead on the roadside
Liu Tang Ji Yun
See the day sad, I don't know the year. You can't ask the soul, it should be as straight as a string.
Eternal rabbit
Don
The rabbit died and turned blue, holding it to hang a bamboo pole. Try to look in the mirror and see it in different months.
dirge
Tang Bai Juyi
A bald man was newly washed and polished, and the old man was forced to do nothing.
I often hear that my old friend died, but I just feel that there are many teenagers in front of me.
Saihong is warm, it will return to its wings, and the river will ebb because of the tide.
You can't leave your face, you are drunk and sad.
Qiuyutan
Don du fu
In the rain, white grass rotted in autumn, and the steps were colorful.
The leaves are covered with branches and feathers, and countless money is spent.
The cool breeze blows you in a hurry, fearing that you will find it difficult to be independent in the future.
The scholar's head in the class is blank, and the breeze smells sweet tears.
Guo Yan's Chu Shi Tomb
Tang Bai Juyi
There is no shortage of hazelnuts in the path leading to the grave, and the room is full of poems and books.
Will you teach Huang in the long night? Hate Taiwan and ban Bai Yangchun.
YanZiSheng is still urging, Qian Lou is dead and Bu is poorer.
If you don't live forever, who will you cherish?
Cui, who loves crying, often waits on Uncle Hui.
Tang Bai Juyi
Hard and humble, perforated stone, exquisite and precious, and gold.
The name and price are far apart, and the points are very deep.
China and sincerity are integrated, and foreign things are inviolable.
For twenty years, I have been ups and downs with the world.
I have an appointment to retire in the evening, and my old head will return to Yunlin.
It's sad to suddenly lose each other when you're old.
There is Song Lai in spring and Qing Luo Yin in autumn.
Yuan Qiu * * * Who divines? Who is looking for the scenery?
Who rewards romantic * *? Who sings the hymn?
Who will see the flowers bloom? Who will pour the wine when it is ripe?
Hui died at Zhuangdukou, and Zhong Xun abandoned the piano.
The reason is natural, from ancient times to the present.
I've been lonely since then, and I'm comfortable?
Only tears will get sick, and autumn wind will spill.