Poems praising Lushan Waterfall have flown down to thousands of feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
A poem praising the willow tree, Jasper dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
Poems praising the grass and wildfires never completely swallowed them up, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze.
Poems praising the spring rain know the rainy season. When it happens in spring, it dives into the night with the wind and moistens things silently.
Poetry praising plum blossoms, not seeking spring, only reporting spring. Don't praise good colors, leaving only dry Kun in the air.
The poem of chanting bamboo insists that the green hills are not relaxed and rooted in broken rocks.
The poem praising lime is broken and muddy, but it will stay on earth.
Poems in praise of pine trees: heavy snow overwhelms pine trees, and pine trees stand tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble until the snow melts.
10. Farewell poems play an important role in China's ancient poems, and many famous poets have excellent works.
To Wang Lun (Li Bai) Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.
Gao Shi's "Don't Move Big" Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.
Wang Changling, Furong Inn and Xin Jian parted, entered Wu on a cold rainy night, and left Fujian alone in Chushan.
Friends and relatives in Luoyang are the same, and there is ice in the jade pot.
The second envoy to send Yuan, Anxi Wang Wei Weicheng, looked at the rain and the dust, and the guest house was green and willow.
I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason not to go out to the west.
Farewell to the governor's post in Bo, across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river, said goodbye, and the two officials parted ways.
However, when China keeps our friendship and heaven is still our neighbor, why do you wander at the fork in the road with the children holding towels?