There is a shuttle girl under the window, hand-knitted and unclothed.
I wish Yan Zhaoshu to become a mother-in-law.
A smile is worthless, and it will naturally make the country fat.
鶗鴂 chant by Liu Yuxi
There are singing phoenixes in the morning sun, but I don’t hear thousands of sacrifices.
鶗鴴 ushers in the fragrance, so listen to it first in the morning.
The autumn wind is white and the dew is shining, and this is the time when you cry.
How on a spring day, chirping fills the courtyard.
Border Town Yin Mengjiao
The weather in Xicheng these days is unfavorable. Xingzi is thirsty alone, but his master still sells the spring.
Beyond the burning beacon and blue clouds, horses are herding on the top of the green slope. Wherever the falcon suddenly dreams, I return to my thoughts and sleep.
Yin Anonymous
The cypress body is lightly stacked among the mountains, right and wrong have no intention of entering the world.
Guanchang is temporarily preparing to talk about the floating world, and he is traveling in the blue sky.
Who knows what was right in the past and what is wrong in the present? I am leisurely watching the green clouds and green twilight.
The Qin Tower under the flute should be silent, and the colorful clouds in the sky are stirring up the loincloths.
Going out of the mountains to chant Bai Juyi
In the morning, he chants poems about traveling immortals, and in the evening, he sings about plucking the myrtle flowers.
Lying on the cloud and sitting on the white stone, I stayed in the mountain for fifteen nights.
As we walk out of the cave, we return to see rock bamboo.
I will come back to visit sooner or later, hoping that the grass will be green.
Reciting to the Mirror Bai Juyi
When the old man looked in the mirror, he covered his mirror and recited old poems. Twenty years ago, a stem was white, but now it is full of silk. After chanting, I turned around and asked for a glass of wine. When I got drunk, I counted my relatives and friends.
Many of those who are older than me are poor and humble. Suppose they are cold and hungry. Those less than me are half made of soil, and the tomb tree has already taken out three or five branches. I am lucky enough to see my head turn white now, and my salary and salary are not low and my official position is not humble.
There is no bitterness in the heart when there is wine in front of you. It is only for joy and not for sorrow.
Occasionally chant Bai Juyi
The mountain monk is sitting against a chess piece, and the bamboo in the game is clear.
No one can see the Yingzhu, and every now and then I can hear the sound of a child.
The little boy held a boat and secretly picked white lotus flowers.
If you don’t hide the traces, the duckweeds will bloom together. Richa
Hao Guan had been cured of illness three times and had been away from home for seven years.
It is God's mercy to be poor and strong.
Wei Jingnan went to leave spring clothes, and Wang Shizhong came to beg for wine money.
I will have enough food for a year, and I will sleep well with you with good food.
Jin Men Zaiyin Zhou Tan
The king is responsible for the peace of the people, and seeks virtue and self-revolution through discussion.
There is no question about the far-reaching plans of the country, and there is no mention of any god.
Going to the Tomb to Chant Wen Tianxiang
When Yu Xi served as the emperor, he went to the hall to pay homage to Gucheng.
We carry each other to the ancestral graves and hold wine pulp when we are old.
The aunts disappeared one after another, and the horse hyena is no longer in the hometown.
***Jun is cooking in a bowl, and his tears are running down his clothes.
You are poor and have just joined the officialdom. You have a family and you cannot be a general.
I have no answer for the book, but the pine trees and bamboo trees have their own way of doing things.
If you never come back, the years will be so vast.
Chang'an supports Zhu Shou, holding the geese and serving the princes.
Without a piece of paper, the road is long and blocked.
I eat cold food every year, and my conscience hurts myself.
The old turban of the Jun family has been collected and hidden to this day.
I forgive you for showing your frosty heart, and looking at each other from a distance with white heads.
Changyin Du Fu
Jiangzhu plays with gulls, and the official bridge brings Liu Yin. The river is racing across the river, and the grass is blooming in spring.
It has been stripped of its shape, and it is really brilliant and deep. The verses in the poems are steady and you can't help but chant them for a long time.