A wonderful poem describing the road

A beautiful poem describing the road.

1, it's a long way, Xiu Yuan, and Xiu Yuan, so I'm going up and down! -Qu Yuan's "Li Sao"

2, it is difficult to go out, and wealth can be expected. Huaiyin is inevitably immoral and humiliated, and Ruan Sheng is also a poor road. -Dai Shulun's "It's Hard to Walk"

3, you didn't see, lonely goose out, sour is YueYang. Empty city guests are heartbroken, and the boudoir is heartbroken. -Bao Yue's "It's Hard to Go"

4, the north wind sends a slight cold, and the disciples are diligent in expedition. The sad seats are not warm, and the waning moon will soon be bright. Float between roads and you will be born every day. Focus on dawn, light color, and apes are cold and bright. -Bao Rong "Qi Dao"

5. There is always a song on the way to the city in front of the door. Go to Japan and return, and return at sunset. -Lu Guimeng's "The Road in Front of the Door"

6. It's a good idea to clear the door and have a way back. Poor and shameful, who will leave me here. -Liu Jia's "Qingmen Road"

7. Liu Yang's long embankment, Huaming Road is not lost. anonymous

8. Ling Bo does not cross Hengtang Road. But I watched Chen Fang go. Who is the golden flower? Qiao Yue Garden, a Zhu Hu with a locked window. Only spring knows this place. -He Zhu's "Hengtang Road"

9. It's shocking to live in a hotel in a deserted village. Breaking the goose is still urgent, and the cold current is clearer. -Li Shangyin's Huaiyang Road

10, looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the stars are shining high. anonymous

1 1. Smooth sailing is not enough. If it is difficult to lead the world, you have to be a teacher. -Cui Tu's Late Taoist Monks

12, the tall building is far from the water, and there are many flowers behind the road. Just look at each other like a house, and the door is full of years. -Huang Furan's Chang 'an Road

13, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint behind him. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

14, split the road of life and death with both hands and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife. -Zhu Yuanzhang

15, I walked into Zhao Ti Road, and I went to Dowling. Moss-covered stone niches, fragrant paths and deep white clouds. -Dai Shulun's Visit to Shaolin Temple