1. Seven-character poems about tranquility
Seven-character poems about tranquility 1. Seven-character poems about tranquility
The West Palace is quiet at night and the flowers are fragrant. Rolling bead curtains are like spring.
The green moss and turbid wine are quiet in the forest, and the clear water and spring breeze are faint in the wild.
The purple half-opened fence and the chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes are gone and the lotus is sad.
The bridal chamber is quiet under the cold moon, with the shadow of sycamore trees outside the pearl curtain.
The river is deep and the bamboos are quiet for two or three houses, and the busy red flowers reflect the white flowers.
The loose shadows fall into the sky, the altar is quiet, and the fragrant grass grows in the small cave.
The painting hall is filled with quiet rain, and the lingering fragrance lingers in the Pingshan Mountain.
The blue sky is melting and the moon is still, and in the moon there is a lonely shadow of a sad person.
It is difficult for jade to sing Zhu Lianjing, and I remember listening to it on the double lotus pond.
When the beauty is stroking her hands and trying on makeup, the pink-scented curtain is gloomy and quiet.
Jiao'e sleeps late at night in her slanted bun, while birds perch on the branches of pear blossoms in the quiet wind.
The deep courtyard is quiet and deserted, and the petrels fly away every now and then.
The Xiuyue Hengtang is full of fragrance, and the water flowers are still and fragrant in the evening.
But the sound of rain can be heard all night long, why not the moonlight and half-shaded bed.
If you want to have peace of mind and body, playing by yourself is not as good as listening to others.
"Bamboo Branch" Who are you complaining about? In the quiet night, the mountain is empty and you can rest and smell it again.
The garden walls are lined with winding willows, and a light can be seen in the sky in the quiet mountain.
Walking around the empty pavilion alone, walking on stone, the tranquility is unparalleled in the world.
The herons at the head of the beach are silent, and the fish are jumping from the stern of the boat.
After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant.
In the quiet spring of the courtyard, the doors are closed in the deep day, and the bamboos are leisurely watching the guests playing chess.
In the mountains, I quietly watch the hibiscus trees, and I watch the dew sunflowers in the Qingzhai under the pine tree.
The autumn moon hangs high in the blue sky, and the fairy man plays quietly in the forbidden room.
The moon is bright, the room under the pine tree is quiet, the sunrise is cloudy, the chickens and dogs are noisy.
In the clear days, there is taste but incompetence. I love lonely clouds and love monks quietly.
Your Excellency Silun's articles are quiet, and the bells and drums are carved with long holes.
Who are the bitter bamboo branches complaining about? I rest and smell them again in the quiet night of the mountain.
Unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, the sound of autumn is always on the seven strings.
The water is still and cold at night, and the fish will not eat. The boat is full and empty and returns at full moonlight.
Silkworms sleep in the old red boudoir, and the lights turn into cocoons at the third watch.
Curly hair and beard, bright green eyes, tall buildings blowing bamboos at night.
The people in the window are quiet in the early morning, and the incense from the tripod is still warm.
The night is quiet, the clouds are sailing and the moon is low, carrying me in the Xiaoxiang paintings.
The white-toothed Wu girl sings the willow branches, and the wine stalls are quiet in late spring.
How quiet is the Zhuange prostitute building? The willows are like dancing waists and the pool is like a mirror.
The barbarian girl’s chant fills the cold sky, and the nine mountains are green and tears are red.
You can swim along the quiet shores of deep squares, and you can go all the way to shallow water and low bridges.
Whenever people are quiet and lethargic, they often take a rest, and fall asleep when they are sleepy without planning a journey.
If you want to have peace of mind and body, playing by yourself is not as good as listening to others.
2. Poems about the word "quiet"
1. If the body is not calm, the body will be in danger. The way to maintain health is to move. Zeng Guofan, a military strategist and statesman of the Qing Dynasty
2. Calm your mind and prolong your life, and do not seek for things to improve your spirit. Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
3. Love is between movement and stillness: fate is between gathering and separation. Chinese modern writer Zhang Ailing
4. In the Qing Dynasty, there was taste but incompetence, and leisurely love was lonely in the clouds and quiet in love with the monks. Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Going to Haoxing to Leyouyuan"
5. Quietly recalling that my family members are thousands of miles apart, watching the third watch of the moon alone. Qing Dynasty official and poet Zhang Wentao's "Moonlight Night Book"
6. Thousands of spring doors are quiet, red incense falls, and the sound of orioles echoes in the shadow of green poplars. Qing Dynasty scholar Zhu Shouqing's "Spring Orioles"
7. Two or three clusters lying near the window can add tranquility and tranquility. Song Dynasty poet Liu Jian "Hsinchu"
8. The light of the lake is neither a ghost nor a fairy, the wind is calm and the waves are full of quiet light. Su Shi, a writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, "Five Wonders of the West Lake at Night"
9. The birds are constantly singing and the sky is quieter, and the flowers bloom late and the ground should be biased. Wang Tinggui, a poet of the Song Dynasty, "Moving to the East Village to Compose"
3. Looking for some ancient poems about keeping a calm mind. It doesn't matter seven or five characters, but no words are needed. It should be famous.
Questions and Answers in the Mountain< /p>
Li Bai
Asked me why I wanted to live in the green mountains, and smiled without answering, feeling at ease.
The peach blossoms disappear in the flowing water, and there is no other world than this world.
Drinking (Tao Yuanming)
The house is in a human environment,
There is no noise of carriages and horses.
I ask you how you can do this.
Your mind is far away and you are biased.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence,
Seeing Nanshan leisurely.
The mountain air is getting better day by day,
The birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this,
I have forgotten to explain it.
Zhongnan Biye---Wang Wei was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and came home to Nanshan in his later years. Happiness comes and beauty comes alone, knowing success is empty. Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
Occasionally, I visit Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time
Autumn comes occasionally by Cheng Hao. I have nothing to do and take my time. When I sleep, the sun is already red outside the east window; I am content to watch all things quietly, and I am happy with everyone at all times. The Tao connects the heaven and the earth, and is reflected in the perversion of the wind and clouds; the rich and the noble are not obscene, the poor and the humble are happy, and the man here is a hero.
4. Poems about "quietness"
Liu Zongyuan's "Morning Reading of Zen Sutras at Banchao Master's Academy"
I washed my teeth in a well and took a whisk to clear my mind.
Holding the Bayeux book leisurely, I walked out of Dongzhai to read.
The true source is unavailable, and the delusional traces are chased away by the world.
Ji Ke Ming’s last words are unknown, but how can the restoration be so familiar?
The Taoist courtyard is quiet, with moss and dark bamboos.
As the sun rises, the mist and dew linger, and the green pine trees are like ointment.
Indifferent to words, enlightened and happy heart is self-sufficient.
Notes: 1. Bay-leaf Book: Ancient Indians often used the leaves of the Bedoro tree to write Buddhist scriptures, also called Bay-leaf Book. 2. Ming: coincidence; 3. Repair: practice. 4. Cream: This refers to the oil that moisturizes hair. 5. Indifferent: Tranquil.
Rhyme translation:
Fetch the cool well water, rinse your mouth and brush your teeth. When your mind is clear, you can brush off the dust on your clothes.
Leisurely holding up the Buddhist Bay-leaf Sutra, he walked out of Dongzhai and recited it aloud.
The true meaning of Buddhist scriptures has not been understood by the world, but absurd things are pursued by people.
The essence of Buddhism and Confucianism may coincide with each other, but how can I be so proficient in cultivating my nature?
The Taoist Zen Temple is so elegant and quiet, with green and fresh moss connecting the depths of the bamboo forest.
The sun comes out and shines on the remaining dew of the morning mist, and the green pine trees are like applying grease after a shower.
The tranquility makes me indescribably tranquil, and I feel happy and satisfied after realizing the Buddhist principles.
Comment: This is a lyric poem expressing feelings. The content of the poem expresses the poet's philosophical insights. In the first half, he goes to a Zen monastery to read scriptures, accusing the world of pursuing absurd things instead of understanding the true meaning of Buddhist scriptures. In the second half, he writes that he believes that the essence of Buddhism and Confucianism are similar, but it is difficult to master how to cultivate one's nature. However, he lingered on admiring the tranquility and elegance of the Zen Yuan.
5. Poems describing "quietness"
Night Snow Bai Juyi was surprised that the quilt was cold and the pillow was cold, and the window was bright again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. Entering the Ruoye River, Wang Ji, the boat is full of water, and the water is empty and long.
The clouds are far away, and the sunshine is flowing back. The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
This is a place where I have been thinking about it for many years. Entering the Ruoye River Cui Hao The boat has arrived at the Yunlin territory.
Sitting among the fish and birds, shaking the shadows of the mountains and rivers. The sound in the rock answers itself, and the words in the stream are quiet.
Everything is so quiet, stop and look at the remaining scenery. Staying at Furong Mountain in the Snow by Liu Changqing At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night. Xiaofa Zhao Gu It is better to start early when traveling, as Kuangfu is returning south.
The shadow of the moon is on the edge of the mountain, and the sound of the bell is faint across the lake. The remaining stars and fireflies are reflected, and the fallen leaves and birds are frightened to fly.
Going across Nanzhu, the trees are deep and the people are sparse. Staying at the foot of the mountain by Bai Juyi I stayed alone at the foot of the mountain and walked quietly towards the middle of the moon.
Wherever there are clay pots by the waterside, there is the sound of pounding mica at night. Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji When the moon falls and the birds cry, the sky is filled with frost, and the river maples and fishing fires face melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. Stay in Luo's Pavilion to express your love for Cui Yong and Cui Gun. Li Shangyin. The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear. The lovesickness passes through the city.
The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. Mooring in Qinhuai Du Mu The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night.
The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river. Hope in the Heart Zhu Changwen The dragon carries the rain out of the cave, and the bird flies with fragrance from the flowers.
The bright moon can be seen where the white clouds are broken, and the yellow leaves can be heard pounding clothes when they fall. The title is Li Ning's secluded residence in Jia Dao. He lives leisurely with his neighbors, and leads the grassy path into the deserted garden.
The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. Crossing the bridge, you can see the wild colors, and you can move rocks and cloud roots.
I have been away for a while and come back here, and I will live up to my promise. Birdsong Stream Wang Wei People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. Staying in a Farmhouse in Early Autumn by Cao Ye The grass in the stream is sparse and the fireflies are shining, the moon is bright and the maple trees are long.
The calves in Nancun are making urgent noises at night. It should be because there is new frost on the fence. Songs and Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs: The First Thousand Doors Tonight, the dawn is clear and the sky is clear to the imperial capital.
The dazzling stars are shining in the autumn colors, and the frosty bells are ringing. Sushan Temple Xiang Si The chestnut leaves are heavy and green, and there are few people talking on the stream at dusk.
A guest from Yueming Ancient Temple arrived for the first time, but the elegant and idle monk did not return. The mountain fruits fall off due to heavy frost, and the water phoenix flies through the bamboo without stopping.
How long can I sleep in the middle of the night, and I am urged to get dressed by the sound of bells. Boating by Wu Shanghao My body is chasing the smoke and my soul is frightened. The sail on the Mulan boat is light.
There is a temple somewhere in the clouds. When I was sleeping at the bottom of the mountain, I heard the sound of chimes. Night Mooring in Hengtang by Shi Zongwei Occasionally, I wanted to watch the mountains coming out, and the lone boat heading towards the evening pavilion.
The wild plums are white with water, and the smoke from fishing fires is green. The remaining snow melts on the cold island, and the stars bathe in the spring pool.
Who plays the iron flute and the clear sound pierces the sky? Staying in the monk's dormitory of Ganlu Temple. Zeng Gongliang. The clouds in the pillow are close to thousands of peaks, and the sound of pine trees under the bed is mournful. If you want to see Yinshan Mountain and waves in the sky, open the window and let yourself in to the big river.
Xijiang Moon Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night by Xin Qiji The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
Spring in the Jade House by Xu Zhao The fireflies fly in the moonlight and there is no light. The waves do not shake the shadow of the building.
Every time I feel sorry for the crying marks of my fans, I am too lazy to look at the handwriting on an old book. Smell the drops when the lotus dew is heavy.
If Jun Meng doesn’t come, no one can stop him. I am not afraid of Zhejiang wind, I can fly away and come back in a flash.
Qing Ping Le Shi Xiaoyou Ji Guang shook his eyes. The suburbs are green in spring.
The residual snow piles on the branches and piles of rotten jade. I can hear the foliage growing among the branches.
The skinny vines walk on the smooth sand. When drunk, he tilted his head for a while.
The setting sun sings several birds, and the fragrant breeze fills the road with plum blossoms. Jiangsu Tang Xianzu The fishing fires on the Jili Autumn River are sparse, and I can see the waning moon reflected in the forest.
The shimmering waterbirds are still frightened, and the fireflies are wet with cold dew and cannot fly.
6. Poems containing the word "quiet"
1. The people in Cuitingzhou are quiet, and there are two pairs of gulls and herons.
2. The silence of the material covers the cloud windows, and the dust fills the mournful strings and dangerous pillars.
3. Walk quietly around the green shade and lie down listening to the sound of rain.
4. The heart of the opposite is also calm, empty and white are facing each other.
5. The sound of the spring is heard and breathed again, and the movement and stillness follow the stimulation.
6. Think about it quietly, and there will be a lot of wisdom.
7. It is difficult to rely on the vast and powerful to seek the essence and rationality in silence.
8. The winter jasmine in Chang'an is sour and green, and the soil in Jincheng is crisp and quiet.
9. When the moon is missing, the sparse tung trees hang, and the missing moon breaks one's initial tranquility.
10. A slanting branch in the bamboo reflects the tranquility of the forest.
11. Rabbits are walking around, people are talking quietly, and red coats are all over the stream, and people are singing.
12. The chapel is quiet and no one is there,
13. The green window is calm and fragrant,
14. The cicadas are about to report the third autumn, and it is quiet and quiet. fast.
15. Don’t say that you have no friends, restlessness and silence have their followers.
7. Ancient poems or words with the word "quiet"
The word "quiet" means deep and quiet - refers to a low tone, a calm attitude, a clear mind, and tranquility - Indifferent: not pursuing fame and fortune; tranquility: calm and calm.
Do not pursue fame and fortune, live a simple life to express your noble taste; only by being calm, calm and focused can you make a difference. Juanhaojingxiu - describes beautiful appearance and gentle temperament.
The body is quiet and leisurely - describes a woman with a quiet attitude and elegant appearance. The tree wants to be still, but the wind doesn't stop - the tree wants to be still, but the wind keeps blowing.
It is a metaphor that the objective existence and development of things are not dependent on human will. The subtitle of "Yin Jing" gives the word "Jing". Dynasty: Song Dynasty. Author: Zhang Fu. Throughout his life, he has always loved leisure. He often suffers from illness and becomes quiet again.
Every time I go downstream in the forest, I suddenly wake up as if I was drunk. I have climbed this mountain in the past, but when it is hot, my hair and bones are cold.
The blue sky rings with the sound of pendants, and the shadows of ancient wooden banners. The five peaks are like an expert, each one is beautiful.
It is difficult for a vulgar driver to stay for a long time, but he can only stand there for a while. After thirty years of separation, I often dream of a clear state.
Coming back from Gongde, I hope this spring will last forever. With high comfort and deep thoughts, you can reflect deeply on the matter.
The lanterns are fighting with the dead chess, and the water is facing the new tea. Xinglan went down the mountain, and he had already grasped the beauty of it.
The dawn rain wets the basket and rushes through the front ridge. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, and the spring mountain sky is quiet at night.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains and sing in the deep streams. ——Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" Entering Ruoye Stream Cui Hao The boat has arrived at the cloud forest.
Sitting among the fish and birds, shaking the shadows of the mountains and rivers. The sound in the rock answers itself, and the words in the stream are quiet.
Everything is so quiet, stop and look at the remaining scenery. Staying at the foot of the mountain by Bai Juyi I stayed alone at the foot of the mountain and walked quietly towards the middle of the moon.
Wherever there are clay pots by the waterside, there is the sound of pounding mica at night. The word "pine" refers to the longevity of pines and cypresses - a metaphor for longevity.
The pines and cypresses wither later - only in the twelfth lunar month of winter do we know that the pines and cypresses are evergreen. It is a metaphor for people with lofty ideals struggling to the end in a difficult and dangerous environment.
Jade is pure and pine is as pure as jade, as pure as pine. Describes high moral character.
Crane-haired pine posture - white hair, pine tree posture. Describes a person who is still healthy despite being old.
Cold pines and cypresses - a metaphor for a person who can maintain integrity in adverse circumstances. Know the pines and cypresses when the weather is cold - only in the coldest month of winter do you know the pines and cypresses are evergreen.
It is a metaphor that only through a severe test can a person's quality be revealed. Zhensong and strong cypress - the steadfastness and strength of pines and cypresses are used as a metaphor for people's noble integrity.
Tang Bai Juyi The small pine is not full of ruler, but the beloved hand moves away by itself. The background color of the Cangran stream is covered with wet clouds and falling smoke.
I am too old to be planted, and too late to grow into a king. How do you get over forty and plant such a few inches of branches? Whether you can see Cheng Yin or not, life is rare.
I love you so much that I hold you in my arms at night, and I love you with my sincere love. If you want to be seen by the court, I will plant a king in front of the steps.
If you know that you are dead, you will be dead, but if you are not dead, you will be in the clouds.
Pines at the Bottom of a Stream by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty There are pine trees hundreds of feet in diameter that grow in the cold and humble bottom of the stream.
The mountains are deep and dangerous, and there is no way for people to survive. The emperor's bright hall is in short supply of beams, and there are two things he does not know when he wants one thing and the other.
Who said that Cang Cang has the will to create things, but the materials are not the same as the earth. Zhang Shilu of the Jin Dynasty was originally poor, and his cows and clothes were humble and cheap, and his mink and cicadas were expensive.
There are differences between Diao Chan and Cow Clothes. Those who are high may not be wise, and those who are low may not be stupid.
Don’t you see the corals growing on the bottom of the sea? White elms are planted in the sky.
Pine Tree by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Platinum is exchanged for green pine trees. Since you planted them first, I will not plant them. Fortunately, the west wind is easy to rely on, and it secretly brings good sounds late at night.
Tingsong Tang Bai Juyi What is there under the hall? Ten pines are my order. They stand in disorder without order, and their heights are uneven.
The taller one is three feet long, and the lower one is ten feet lower. Like wild animals, I don’t know who planted them.
It is connected with the green tile house and the white sand terrace. There is wind and moon in the morning and dusk, drying dampness and dust-free mud.
The rhyme of autumn maple is sparse, and the summer is cool and desolate. In the late spring, it rains slightly, and the raindrops are full of leaves.
It’s snowy at the end of the year, and the branches are covered with white jade. Each of the four seasons is interesting, and all the trees are not their equals.
I bought this house last year and it was widely criticized. A family of twenty is easy to transfer.
There is nothing to be gained by moving here, but you have to open your mind. Even if this is a good friend, why should we make friends with talented people? I am like a layman, and my crown takes away the dust.
I feel guilty every time I am not called a pine master. Song Cheng Yanxiong of the Tang Dynasty. The reputation of the doctor has been heard in ancient and modern times, and Panqu Guzhen is even more outstanding.
It will be said that Lingtou is free, and there are still a few clouds hanging in the sunset. Xiaosong by Tang Du Xunhe Since childhood, the thorns have been buried deep in the grass, but now they are gradually becoming aware of the basil.
At that time, people did not know the Lingyun tree, and they waited until Lingyun began to flourish. Four Pines by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty When the Four Pines first moved, they were about three feet strong.
It has been three years since I came here, and I am as long as a person. Know how to see if the roots are not uprooted, and don’t care about the withered branches.
The quiet color is blessed with beautiful hair, and the sparse branches are also hidden. The small fence inserted also has a dike.
In the end, the damage was transferred, so I had to be stingy with Qianye Huang. If you dare to be the master of the old forest, the common people of Li are still not in good health.
The thief is returning now, and the hall is full of spring grass. Looking at the things, I sigh at the decline and decline, and hereby comfort the desolation.
The breeze blows for me and sprinkles my face like a slight frost. It's enough to send the old lady off and wait for her to die.
I was born without roots, and I am also uncertain about my destiny. If you are sentimental and compose poems, your deeds can be forgotten.
Don’t worry that after a thousand years, the sky will be miserable. Xiaosong by Tang Du Xunhe Since childhood, the thorns have been buried deep in the grass, but now they are gradually becoming aware of the basil.
At that time, people did not know the Lingyun tree, and they waited until Lingyun began to flourish. Song Han Gai of the Tang Dynasty Leaning on the high threshold and being cold and dustless, the past events are idle and dreams are about to be divided.
The green color should be seen after frost, but the cold sound can be heard in the middle of the month. The crying ape wants to bring rain from Cangshan Mountain, return to Crane Ying and Zifu Cloud.
Don’t compete for peaches and plums in the East Garden, the spring scenery will still not tolerate you. The ancient pine is inspired by Huangfu Song of the Tang Dynasty. The power of the emperor and the queen's soil makes me want to live in this life.
I am not equal between high and low, if it is the love of heaven and earth. My family comes from a moral background, and my purpose is to promote civilization.
The family collected four hundred volumes of the Independent Heaven and Earth Scripture. How can I envy Zhu Hun-rong when I send you a message about the beauty of green pine trees?
The great light shines, and this fragrance is left behind. Nanxuan Pine by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty There is a solitary pine in Nanxuan, and the leaves are flowing freely.
When the breeze is not idle, you are free and unrestrained all day long. The ancient moss is green in the shade, and the color is dyed with autumn smoke and blue.
How can it reach the sky, thousands of feet up? "Fu Feng Song" (Han Yuefu) Liu Kun The rocks in Nanshan are steep.
How are the pines and cypresses separated? The blue clouds blow on the branches.
The center is around ten meters. Luoyang made Zhongliang.
The pine tree mourns itself. The ax cuts the loose wood.
The pine trees destroyed the east and west. Specially made four-wheel vehicle.
Carried to Luoyang Palace. The viewers all sigh.
Ask He Shancai. Who can engrave this?
Gongshu and Luban. It is painted with red paint.
Use styrax for fumigation. Originated from Nanshan pine.
This is the palace beam. "Gift to My Congdi" (Three Kingdoms) Liu Zhen had pine trees on the Tingting Mountain and suffered a stroke in the Sesu Valley.
The sound of the wind is so strong, and the pine branches are so strong. The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright.
Wouldn’t it be cold? Pines and cypresses have their own nature. "Ode to History·Part 2" (Eastern Jin Dynasty) Zuo Si The pines at the bottom of the stream are gloomy, and the seedlings on the mountain are far away.
Use the stems that are an inch in diameter to shade this hundred-foot strip. The worldly king is in a high position, and he is handsome and humble in his subordinates.
The terrain makes this happen, and it has a long history. The old business of Jin Zhang Ji is seven-leaf Er and Han Diao.
Isn’t Mr. Feng a great man? "Fifty of the Eighty-Two Poems of Huaihua" by Ruan Ji. Walking along the three thoroughfares.
Melancholy and thoughts. Why don't you meet me today?
Trance is there. Qiao Song was born in the lake.
Eternal hope. Tall birds fly high into the sky.
Ling Yun is having fun. There is no such thing as a lone traveler.
When we shed tears and mourn our death. "Poetry of Praise of Love."