The whole poem is as follows: I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is a poem written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: whose flute flies in the dark and scatters to the spring breeze full of Chinese fir. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Meeting the Capital is one of the famous works of Cen Can, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: the old garden has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Late Spring is a poem by Han Yu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: The grass and trees know the spring, and the flowers and colors compete for Fang Fei. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
There are works by Chen Ziang, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, on the Youzhou rostrum.
The whole poem is as follows: Before me, where were those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? . I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down!
Looking at the Moon is a five-character ancient poem written by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows:
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Deng Fei Lai Feng is a seven-character quatrain written by Wang Anshi, a writer and politician in the Northern Song Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: fly to Chihiro Tower on the mountain, hear the cock crow and see the sun rise. As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (V) is the work of Gong Zizhen, a poet in Qing Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: the mighty sorrow leaves the sky, and the whip points to the horizon. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Traveling to Shanxi Village is the work of Lu You, a poet in Song Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows:
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
"Bo Qinhuai" is a poem by Du Mu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: the smoke cage is full of sand in the cold moon, and the night is near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
Family Sound is an epic poem by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: the propaganda room asks for a virtuous person to visit the minister, and Jia Sheng is even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
York is a seven-character quatrain written by Zhao Shixiu, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Passing through the morning exercises and qigong shops in Song and Yuan Dynasties is the work of Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows: Mo Yan has no difficulty going down the mountain and won the favor of pedestrians. When you enter the circle of high mountains, as soon as you climb one mountain, another mountain will stop you immediately.