1. There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. 2. Zhu Li Guan Wang Wei leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Farewell, Wang Wei, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, I have closed my thatched door in the dark. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? 4. acacia Wang Wei when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? Take a hug home for me as a symbol of our love. Chai Lu Author: There seems to be no one on Wang Weikong Mountain, but I think I heard a voice. Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss. Wang Weiyou from my old country, tell me what happened there! . Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house? 7. Send Cui Jiu to Pei Di. Although you want to go back to this labyrinthine mountain, oh, let them fill your heart and wonder! . Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain. 8. Look at the snow in the south, and see how Zhongnanshan takes off. Zuyong, white tops the clouds. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly. 9. Sleeping at Jiande River Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. 10. Resentment Li Bai, how beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly window, and how troubled her brow is! . You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much?
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .