What are the poems about "corruption"?

1 .23 horse poems, 23 poems.

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Emperor Wu loves immortals and burns gold to get purple smoke.

The stables are full of meat horses and don't understand the sky.

2. Chu Palace

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Xiang Bo is like tears, and Li Chu is fascinated by hatred.

Apes are worried about themselves, and Luo is invited.

Corruption is hard to recover, and it is even harder to recruit.

But my hometown is a family of three, who cares about jiaozi?

3. Slogan Prince Beauty Half Drunk

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The lotus flowers in the water hall are fragrant, and the king of Wu is feasted on the stage of Gusu.

The stone is drunk and weak, leaning against the white jade bed in the east window and laughing.

4. "Ancient East Gate Tour"

Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

Create a rebellion, and the heavenly soldiers seize power; Sweeping thousands of miles, invincible.

Cockcrow and dog thief, falcon; Like ants, the appearance of God.

Young assassins, killing people; Officers and officers, lose your guard.

The robbers roared and escorted away; Poor Feng Jing was assassinated.

The murderer was able to get away with it with a smug smile on his face. All the civil and military officials were silent and were stunned by Mu's words.

Wang Wei saved Zhao, pretending to be true. It's a pity to be killed in the west.

Like an allegory, the car market is defended; Wu Qi appealed to Xiu De first.

The murderer died in vain, and it is difficult to tell the real killer from the real one. Xing, make sure it's in a deep well.

Zhongliang died and his head fell to the ground; With the burial, who gave it to whom?

5. Song of Chickens Singing

Tang dynasty: Wen

When the Southern Emperor shot the pheasant, the Milky Way filled the sky.

The copper pot leaks out of the dream, and the owner of the BMW dust is unknown.

Fish jump in the lotus, swing in the palace marsh and fly in the willows.

Every household in red makeup looks at spring in the mirror, and the green trees are clear all over the world.

After 300 years of poverty, Zhu Fang's murderous look turned into a kind of sadness.

Comets sweep the floor and waves meet the sea, drums cross the river and dust rises to the sky.

Embroidered dragons and painted pheasants fill the palace well, and wildfires boil Jiuding.

Temple Chao Jiang Yan builds Artemisia, and the frost of twelve golden people is fierce.

Thousands of cotton flat green terrace is the city base, warm spring is barren and ancient.

I know more about the backyard music of Yushu, leaving wild pools like snow branches.