Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
The city by the river is as beautiful as the picture, and the mountains are getting late. I climbed the Xie Tiao Building to overlook the clear sky.
Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
The case was taken out of the suburbs and Chen's mountain residence was discussed.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Zhang Yi
The west wind blew the bridge trees into a mess. Autumn is where the yellow flowers are shy. The dust on the sleeve can't be pushed off. Ma Tilu, the cock crows in the pale moon, walking lonely through the deserted road.
Most of the body names are mistaken by Confucianism. Ten batches of goods have arrived. Try not to dance. The past of the Six Dynasties, a river flowing with water, makes people feel the end of the world.
Shane Ran Ran Qiu Guang can't stay.
Dynasty: Five Dynasties
Author: Li Yu
Ran Ran Qiu Guang can't stay, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It's the Double Ninth Festival again, landing on the pavilion and fragrant dogwood.
Purple chrysanthemums, floating in the courtyard, rainy at night in the smoke cage.
Brave brave new swallow's cold voice, worried about similar age.
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Wei
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .