Lyric verses, classic ones, write as many as you like, the more the better

1. The most majestic poem: The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Du Fu's "Quatrains" 2. The most thrilling poem: To see the silver mountains and the waves in the sky, open the window and let the waves come in. Zeng Gongliang's "Sleeping in the Manna Monk's House" 3. The most bold and unrestrained poem: Where do you know when a guest comes to dream? Hang up the west window to catch the waves. Su Shi's "Five Poems in the South Hall" 4. The most triumphant poem: Open the door of my east pavilion and sit on my bed in the west pavilion; Take off my war robe and put on my old clothes; When the clouds are in the window, the decals are yellow in the mirror. Northern Dynasties Yuefu folk song "Mulan Ci" 5. The most worrying verse: Reciting poems and writing poems In the north window, ten thousand words are not worth a glass of water. Li Bai's "Reply to the King Drinking Alone on Twelve Cold Nights with Thoughts" Sixth, the poorest and most miserable poem: The wind is blowing and the moon is fading, and a wealthy gentleman comes to a poor family; There are thousands of volumes of poems and books in the belly, and there is not even a string of money on the bedside. Zheng Banqiao's "Send Off to the Gentleman on the Beam" 7. The saddest and mournful poem: Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes? "Partridge Sky" by He Zhu 8. The most nostalgic poem: When the mother-in-law cuts the candles from the west window, but talks about the rainy night in Bashan. Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" 9. The most miserable travel poem: Lonely and lonely, the lamp is worried and sleepless, the bamboos are rustling in the wind and the window is cold at night. Wu Yuanheng's "Su Qingyang Station" 10. The most desolate and desolate poem: Geng Geng's shadow behind the broken lamp, the faint sound of rain hitting the window. Bai Juyi's "The White-haired Man in Shangyang" I wish to know that the mountains have no edges and the heaven and earth are harmonious with you, so I dare to be with you forever. I wish to have the same person, and we will never be apart. ------Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin" The body has no color. The two wings of the wind and the phoenix fly, and the hearts are connected.----Li Shangyin's "Untitled" I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and I wish to be a branch in the earth. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.------Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" >It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes. Tang Dynasty; Li Shangyin

Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.

Looking back lazily at Huacong, I am half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. Tang Dynasty; Yuan Zhen's "Lisi"

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.

Tang Dynasty; Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems"

Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches. I hope you will pick them more, as this is the most lovesick thing, --- Wang Wei.