meng haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
When I sit here and watch a fisherman throw fish, there is only a feeling of fish.
The whole poem "writing with things" expresses the hope that someone will quote his ideal of being an official and in politics. Poets express their feelings by holding things in their hands and grasping the purport with pens, and express their heartfelt feelings in the vast and surging natural landscape. Implicit and euphemistic, unique charm. It means that you have the heart to be an official and a politician, but you can't realize this wish.
Hard road
Tang Libai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Appreciate/appreciate/appreciate the preferential treatment received
Tang Censhen
There is a crossing in Beishan, and decadent flowers are in full bloom.
Before picking it, the autumn wind suddenly blew away.
You don't see the clouds blowing loose, even if the autumn wind is helpless.
Fourth, I often change the color of indigo, and poor Du Hua doesn't know each other.
Meng Haoran:
On returning to Nanshan at the end of the year
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
Abandon illness, have a martial arts, and the enthusiasm for saving the country can only be expressed in words.
Sword and song
Drunk watching the sword,
Dream back to blow the horn and set up camp.
Moxibustion is 800 Li,
Fifty strings turn the plug.
Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Luffy is made of horses,
Bow like thunder.
After the king's affairs in the world,
He gained fame before and after his death.
Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
Li Bai, who is both civil and military, can only send his feelings to the mountains and rivers and drown his sorrows by drinking.
Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book Shu Yun
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.