Poetry about the complexity of human nature
The teeth are as cold as snow, and I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu. The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright. Thousands of miles away from the dew-cold palace, a clear jade pot is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed. ——Du Fu's "Leng Tao of Locust Leaves"
The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deep with frowning eyebrows. But seeing wet tears, I don’t know who I hate. ——Li Bai's "Resentment"
A few lines have been exhausted, but I can't think of you alone. The evening rain has lost its call, and it is too late to go down into the cold pond. The clouds in Nagisa are dark and the moon is cold. You may not be able to pay when you meet, but flying alone is suspicious. ——Cui Tu's "Lone Wild Goose"
The blue sky is cool and the wild geese are sparse, and I have too much time to look at the river and clouds. Behind the lotus leaves in the pond and pavilion of the autumn pavilion, the savages have fallen on the fence and the bean blossoms have begun to bloom. There is no need to worry about the magic of immortals. If you are sick, you will forget the history books. ——Li Ying's "Evening View at Jiangting"
The trees are falling and the wild geese are crossing south, the north wind is blowing and the river is cold. My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun. ——Meng Haoran's "Embrace on the Early Cold River"
Every year the golden river returns to the Jade Pass, and the horses and swords are ringed. In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains. ——Liu Zhongyong's "Resentment from Conquest"
The cicadas couldn't stop chirping in the cold last night. Shocked back from a thousand-mile dream, it’s been the third update. Get up and walk around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon is dimly bright outside the curtain. ——Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain"
Leaning on the sky and high threshold, cold and dust-free, the past is busy and dreams are about to be divided. The green color should be seen after frost, and the cold sound should be heard in the middle of the month. The crying ape wants to bring rain from Cangshan Mountain, return to Crane Ying and Zifu Cloud. ——Han Gai's "Song"
The coldness of Gui is slightly suspended, and the peaks and stems are not covered with mist. At the back of the He River in the woods, there is still a Fuding Monastery. ——Lu Guimeng's "Remnant Snow"
Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking. The sun is full of color, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright, so I can't sleep. Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings. This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze. I recall that you are far away from me across the blue sky. In the past, my eyes were full of waves, but now I am a fountain of tears. If you don't believe me, I'll have a heartbroken concubine. Come back and look in front of a bright mirror.
——Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc·Destroying Heart and Liver"