"Gift to a Friend"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Tingyun
A green-feathered and flower-crowned chicken crows towards the short wall before it is clear. There are green moths gathering in the window of the thank-you girl, and Xiao Lang's white horse neighs outside the door. The stars gradually move into the bamboo shadows in the courtyard, and the dewdrops are still dotted with wild flowers.
The bell in Jingyang Palace started to move, and he lowered his whip to the willow embankment without saying a word.
"Zhiyin Yin"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Shao Yong
Zhongni could only say that he had no intention, and Mencius could not be moved.
Don’t look for white jade in the mountains, but you will find gold on your body.
White jade is sometimes found in the mountains, but gold is nowhere to be found.
Who in my generation dares to claim to be a member of the society, knowing that there is no voice in the world.
"Meeting the Southern Envoy in Spring, Bringing Zhao Zhiyin"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen
I am intoxicated in the spring, thinking about the tree with my back on my back. .
The beauty is in Nanzhou, which is the north gate of Erge.
The north wind blows smoke, and the hoopoe sings in the middle garden.
Withered poplars grow new branches, and fragrant grass nourishes old roots.
The mesh is tied to the piano, and the dust is trapped in the empty bottle.
I met Jiang Haixin and chatted with Nanke.
"Going to Nanyi to Say Farewell to Sutai's Confidant"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Changqing
I passed the Meiling Mountain again, and the branches were cold every year. . Go on the boat alone at sunset and see the green mountains thousands of miles away.
The Xiang River is quiet with the sound of apes, and the cave is wide with green grass. I have no idea what will happen in my life, so I just need to hold the fishing rod.
"Giving to a Friend"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Yang Jian
Pluck fragrant grass from the south of the Yangtze River, and give good times to the north of the Yangtze River. The river is wide and the water is in a hurry, and it is often difficult to cross the river.
The leaves of apple orchid are green, and I am afraid that they will be fragrant first. Beauty is beyond the blue clouds, I would rather see Sauvignon Blanc.