You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.
Chengwei Qutang Wangwei, also known as "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores Xi", is drizzling and dusty in Chengwei, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Thousands of trees reach the sky, and thousands of azaleas crow. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
When money falls off the list, there should be no hermit when Tang was in power, and wise people should discuss it together. Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
It's fate that you can't get into the Golden Horse Gate. Who says I'm wrong? You passed by JAC during the Cold Food Festival last year and stayed in Beijing.
We also bid farewell to the wine on the outskirts of Chang' an, and our bosom friends will be separated from me now. You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days.
The trees in the distant mountains cover your shadow, and the sunset is beautiful and colorful. When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
Farewell to Tang Libai, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
On the way to see Meng Haoran off to Yangzhou, an old friend of Tang Li Bai said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Farewell to your friend Tang Libai at Jingmen Ferry. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Through this wall of Sanqin and a layer of fog, Du Shaofu was appointed as the Tang King of Zhou Shu. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Farewell Wei sang farewell to Youzi, and the river was first frosted last night. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
The dawn in Guancheng urged the cold, and the garden at dusk accelerated the pace of washing. This is Chang 'an Entertainment Center, where the years are wasted? .
Farewell, my friend Chen Tang. In April, the yellow wheat fields were blown by the south wind, and the jujube flowers had not faded, and the leaves of Laka had grown. The green peaks we left at dawn can still be seen at night. Go out and miss your hometown.
Chen, my friend, you have always been a great good man with your dragon beard, tiger eyebrows and your big forehead. You hide thousands of books in your arms. You hold your head high and never bow your head.
East Gate sells wine and drinks my Cao, as light as a feather. You lie flat, drunk and forget the white sun, but you open your eyes from time to time and stare at the high lonely clouds.
The tide of the lonely river joined the dark sky and the ferryman boarded his boat. It's getting late and we can't sail. People from Zheng can't go home, and people from Luoyang sigh with disappointment.
I heard about many friends around your woodland residence, and you were fired yesterday. Are they your friends today? . "Parting with Xin Qiji at Furong Inn" In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling was cold and rainy, and Wu and Fujian were lonely at night.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Don't go to the Tang Dynasty, thousands of miles away in Cen Can and Huang Yun. During the day, the north wind blows goose feather and snow one after another.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Send Li Duantang to Lulun, by my old door, in the yellow grass, we are still wandering and feel uncomfortable.
The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back again. When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships.
Hide your face and cry, where does the dust go? Is it raining all the way from Tang, Wei and Chu in Zhou Li? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing.
The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly. The Yangtze River flows into the distance of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of rain.
Farewell to my old friend, I love infinity, and tears fall down on the river. The Tang dynasty sent people to the east to see the yellow leaves of Wen, and you insisted on giving up this place where you once lived.
The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.
When can we meet again and have a hangover? After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. In Yulin Ridge, Liu Yong was cold and miserable, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are in no mood. Where I miss, the blue boat is ruined. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. Breaking the array, to send Qi Ji, to give Chen Tongfu strong words, drunk watching the sword, dreaming of blowing horns.
Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
It's a pity that the king won fame both before and after his death.
2. Poetry about people's poverty. The wine in Zhumen stinks and the bones on the road freeze to death.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
RoyceWong's Seven Wounded Poems
There is no chaos in Xijing, and the tiger is in trouble. After abandoning China, I devoted myself to Yu Shuai. My relatives are sad for me, and my friends are chasing me. I didn't see anything when I went out, and the bones covered the plain. There was a hungry woman on the road, holding her child in her arms and leaving the grass. Wen Gu wailed and wept alone. "I don't know where life and death are, how can I have both?" I can't bear to hear that. Go south to the Baling River and look back at Chang 'an. I am sorry to learn that "the man in spring".
There are no idle fields in the four seas, but farmers are still hungry.
Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
When you come back, you get two horns and recast the hoe and plow into pounds? .