1. "Ode to Zhuluo Mountain" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai
Xishi Yuexi girl came from Zhuluo Mountain.
The beautiful scenery conceals the present and the past, and the lotus flowers shame the jade face.
Wan the gauze and play with the clear water, and relax with the clear waves.
It is hard to open a letter with white teeth, and I am silent among the blue clouds.
Gou Jian conquered the most beautiful people and raised moths into Wuguan.
The Guanwa Palace is so dim and unreachable.
Once the husband's country was destroyed, the thousand years of his life were not returned.
2. "The Rain and the Bells·The Chilling Cicadas are Sorrowful" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are sad, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqing Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
3. "Falling Flowers" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhu Shuzhen
The flowers on the branches are blooming, and the wind and rain will rush each other.
I would like to teach Qingdi to always be the master, and don’t send people to light green moss one after another.
4. "Night Rain Sends to the North" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Shangyin
When you asked about the return date, the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
5. "Untitled" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Shangyin
It is difficult 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 die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.