Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
There are long bamboo shoots in the west of the hall that don't open the door, and peppers in the north return to the village.
Shu Mei promised to have dinner with Zhu, and Kao Sung planned to talk about Ruan Sheng.
I want to be a floating cloud, and the cold rain in April is shocking.
There is a dragon cave in Qingxi first, and Zhushishan is afraid to be safe.
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
The medicine strips are moist green and too brown to enter the grass pavilion.
The seedlings are full of shame, and the roots dare not form.
2. Rural residence
Qing Dynasty: Gao Ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
3. Fishing songs
Tang dynasty: Zhang
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
4. "Tianjin Sha Qiu Si"
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
5. Look at the Moon
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Since the Henan War, water transportation has been blocked, there has been famine everywhere, and our brothers have also been displaced, each in one place. Because of the feeling of looking at the moon, I talked about my book and gave it to Brother Fuliang, Brother Yu Qian and Brother Wujiang, as well as to Liv and his siblings.
The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.
After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.
The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.