Poems containing "city" and "flute":
Li Bai heard the flute in Luocheng on a spring night
Whose jade flute flies darkly, scattering into the spring breeze Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, when you hear the willow tree breaking, who can’t help but feel the love of hometown?
Poems containing "hug" and "hope":
Chang Qianxing Li Bai
My concubine's hair first covered her forehead, and she played in front of the door.
The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
Living together in Changqianli, the two children have no doubts.
At the age of fourteen, she is a gentleman's wife, and her face has not yet shown her shame.
He lowers his head towards the dark wall and calls out a thousand times.
On the fifteenth day, I raise my eyebrows and wish to be like dust and ashes.
How can I go to the husband-watching platform if I always keep a letter holding a pillar?
The Sixteenth Lord traveled far away, and Qutang Yan was ready to pile up.
The fifth month is untouchable, and the apes mourn in the sky.
There are no signs of slow movement in front of the door, and there is green moss all over the place.
The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind.
In August, the butterflies are yellow and fly over the grass in the west garden.
This hurts my heart, and I feel sad that my beauty will grow old.
Get off the bus in the morning and evening, and prepare the newspaper for home.
It’s not far to meet each other, until the wind blows in the sand.