Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Deng Lou du fu
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
Mianjiang spring scenery comes to heaven and earth, like a cloud of jade peak, between ancient and modern times.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
However, I feel sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talk about Du Fu at sunset.
I left and moved to Languan to show my nephew Xiang Hanyu.
A letter in the sky, eight thousand in Chaoyang Road at night.
If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
Full moon feeling Bai Juyi
The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.
After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.
The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.
Lihe Yanmen Taishouhang
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.
In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.
I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.