Tang Bai Juyi
Pedestrians branch from north to south, and flowing water connects Yugou from east to west.
I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry.
One is worried about Don Cao Ye.
Dreams are as urgent as water, and white hair is as new as grass.
Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others.
Second, I'm worried about Don Cao Ye.
The grass is short and green, and the mountains and moons are bright.
That night, I woke up and the roof was crying.
The third concern is Don Cao Ye.
Another temple is not born, but it looks like the hair in the city.
Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water.
Two melancholy river poems
Suttawat Settakorn
Open the door on the river, open the door on the grass.
I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old.
The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves.
That would be great. There is no cold wave every night.
Side shoe
In September, the roots are broken and the grass flies on three sides.
Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes.
On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post.
Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui.
Du fu who is worried about Tang dynasty
Cao Jiang complains every day, and martial arts are not secular.
The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct.
Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely.
Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick.
The Sorrow of Tang Du Fu
A high house is often wild, and sitting in sorrow is more intimate.
In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint.
There are many kinds, left bear.
I ran in fear all day and didn't dare to talk about the return date.
Smelly sugar and single wood
Convergence and dispersion are invisible, and the ileum is self-contained.
You can't stay in ancient and modern times, and you can't live without it.
General Lu thought that the autumn was far away.
Who is more haggard, crying Qin Jing?
Mourning Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
There is nothing to open by raising a humble tent as a household.
Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is separated from Wangxiangtai.
Gradually cherish the old face, no siblings came.
War and human affairs, looking back is sad.
Chunchou Tang Hancong
The sun flies and the jade rabbit goes, and the green hair will last forever.
Qin E's sixteen words are like a string. He didn't solve the problem of being greedy for flowers and cherishing willows.
Wu Yuling geese have no news, and the water vows to grow green.
I advise you not to go for a spring outing when you are young. Warm wind is thicker than wine when you are late.
Du Chou Tang Li Chongsi
When you hear Chengdu wine, you can ask for it without money.
I don't know how many fights it takes to sell it.
Two Hakka Sad Songs by Tang Li Qunyu
The guest is worried about the willow color, and the sky is getting deeper.
The rippling spring breeze, who knows that the calendar is chaotic.
The guest is worried about the willow color, and the spring day is long.
By sending running water to Hunan, he continued to enter the emperor's hometown.
The Pathetic Poems of Tang Li Tingbi
It's hard to send it away, it's hard to stay, but it's hard to stay.
Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
Long poems ride empty, and the sound of geese is far away.
Many lovesickness don't meet, and wine awakens the moon like a hook.
Send money to the doctor when it rains.
Tangliu pill
The accumulated rain has cleared up one after another, regardless of hunger and cold.
Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
Nine mud seas, wet clouds in Qian Shan.
Dragon Bell drives Money Festival, thinking of you everywhere.
Chunchou Tang Meng Cape
Things in spring are different from worrying about guests meeting.
So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
Lonely at dusk, floating and sinking together.
Duchou Tang Meng pt.
I was in the distance the day before yesterday, and yesterday I was white-haired.
Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month.
I am always afraid of insects singing, which makes my grass rest.
Night sorrow, song and Tang dynasties, Shi Jianwu
The singer's song is not over, and the people's sorrow is increasing.
Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
Chou Tang Wei Zhuang
Avoid worry and worry, and worry will be unforgettable.
Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines.
Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the land of drunkenness?
Chunchou Tang Wei Zhuang
It hurts more to think about this, and it lasts longer in spring.
Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully.
Sleep with fear and dreams and relax.
There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.
Chunchou Tang Wei Zhuang
I have my own spring worries, and I can't bear to miss my grandson.
The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.
Ugly Tang xuyin
The night is long and the sound leaks late, often with songs.
The yellow leaves fall to urge the anvil to set the sun, and Zigui breaks his dream when he cries.
Fei Ming went to cry a thousand lines of tears, and Cai Yan came back to comb her temples.
The Four Nobles cannot be recruited into the mountains, and the homeless are the most vulnerable.
Send grief to the Tao
You can't let the three sighs listen in the mud and lead to deep sorrow.
Mo Yan's guests have no worries, but they must know how to worry and be sad.
Worried about Tang Yu's silence
The fallen leaves are falling in the rain, and Zhu Si caresses herself and sings.
Don't hate people who have no friends, but cultivate their nature and throw them into the sea.
There is a sound outside the old man's car door, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.
Cloth will eventually become a passer-by, and green water and green mountains will eventually pass.
Jiangling is anxious to send his son An Tangyu.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Xin Qiji of Southern Song Dynasty, the middle wall of Ugly Nuer Shuboshan Road
Teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the building, fall in love with the building, and talk about sorrow for Fu Ci.
Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn.
Zhu Yingtai Xin Qiji in Southern Song Dynasty
When Baochai broke it in half and left Taoye Ferry, Nanpu was already bleak, and smoke hung over weeping willows.
I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.
The fallen petals are heartbroken, and the wind and rain have destroyed people. Who advised Huang Yuan not to cry?
Look at the flower clusters on the temples, and it will be people's fate to calculate the number of petals, just to put on the flower clusters and take off the numbers.
The light in the tent is faint, and the dream is suffocating.
It is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But don't take the sadness away.