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The poems that convey the pulse are: "First Summer" Bao Rong
Yesterday's youth has gone, but the evening peak is still full of beauty.
Although there is some residue left, the pulse will prevent worry and decoction.
Young people cherish the season and feel the passing of time.
"Another Snow" by Du Fu
The snow in the south has not reached the ground, and the green cliffs have not disappeared.
The sun is slightly thinning, and the pulse is gone.
Winter fever causes mandarin duck disease, deep gorges and arrogant jackals and tigers.
If there is a river beside me, how can I get the northern dynasty?
"Dawn in the East Tower" by Bai Juyi
The pulses come again, and there are no guests in the East Tower.
The city is dark with clouds and fog, and the gorges are deep and the fields are narrow.
The night lanterns still have their flames, and the morning birds are beginning to show their feathers.
If you want to know the height of the mountain, you will not see Dongfang Bai.
"Enter Chao Luo Di Stepping into the Moon" Shangguan Yi
The Guangchuan River flows through the river, and the horse travels across Changzhou.
The magpies are flying over the mountains at dawn, and the cicadas are noisy in the wild autumn wind.
"Climb up the building on a Mid-Autumn Festival night to look at the moon and send someone there" Rong Yu
Seeing the moon in the west tower looks like a city on the river, and the feeling lingers on the threshold.
Thousands of miles away, this feeling is as bright as day, and it is most distinct on this day of the year.
When I was first surprised, the osmanthus seeds fell from the sky, and the reed flowers brought the snow level by mistake.
It is said that when a beautiful woman is seen by the water, her luster is still clear.
"On a new clear night in autumn, the moon is like a practicing and cheerful sky" Liu Yuxi
The clouds are bright at night after the rain has stopped, and the scenery is clear at night.
The moon is high and slightly haloed, and the clouds are thin and thin.
There are hundreds of insects thinking about the dew grass, and the sound of thousands of leaves in the autumn forest.
Looking at each other step by step, there is a lot of love.
"Song of Looking at the Sword and the Ring" Liu Yuxi
I often hate that words are shallow and not as deep as people's meaning.
The two of them are looking at each other now, with a lot of heart and soul.
"The Spring Festival Evening Returns to the East as a Gift to Li Gongcao" Yang Juyuan
The road in Fangtian is slanted, and I cherish my years.
The green silk rides on the cloud road, and the fragrant green car rides.
The singing is still separated by the water, and the drunkenness has not invaded the flowers.
Only the nostalgic guest flies eastward to admire the dawn and crows.
"Roading on the Ye River" by Meng Haoran
The sunset leaves a clear glow, and the river is lightly crossed.
If you love water clearly, how can you tolerate it in the presence of floods?
A fisherman with a white head, a girl with new makeup and gauze.
We look like we know each other, but we are speechless.
"Ancient Meaning" by Bai Juyi
The pulses of beauty are thousands of miles apart.
I don’t know when it will come, but the Yao grass will be three or four green.
The sound of the jade harp is quiet, and the power of the mirror is powerful.
In the past, they were connected branches, but now they are divided and flying.
It is useless to send more books than to send more than enough food.
If your heart is not broad, why should your belt be narrow?
"Two Poems on the First Moon" by Li Qunyu
The flowing light is shallow, and the beauty is light.
The dragon's claws fall from the clouds, and the jade hooks on the curtain are bright.
The osmanthus branches are still small, and the shadow of the immortal has not yet formed.
If you want to be separated thousands of miles away, you can only feel your feelings by relying on the cover.
In front of the house, with a frown on one's face, a delicate soul looks towards Juanjuan.
The disciples who broke the mirror asked each other, and the sword head was afraid that it would be another year.
Gently shake the distant water, and feel the spring smoke.
On the Spring River after farewell, I followed others wherever I went.
"The Chu Dance Song of Mrs. Qi" by Li Ang
In Dingtao City is the concubine's family. I am twenty-eight years old and as beautiful as a flower.
The singing and dancing in the boudoir has not yet concluded, and the world is full of dead people.
Due to the war, the King of Han had already recommended people before leaving the curtain.
The wind and flowers fell down the gate, and the clouds and rain returned to the palace.
The sun and the sunset are far away from my old hometown, and I am chasing the king everywhere.
The boudoir door leads inward to the dream, and the silver candle greets the battlefield.
It is no different from duckweeds sent to deep water to follow each other's kindness and not to hire oneself.
In the battle, Zeng lost his position, and Suijun was trapped in a tight siege.
At this time, peace and harmony between Chu and Chu were restored, and Xianyang Palace reached Guanxi.
I hear the bells and chimes in the palace at night, and recall the drums and drums in the autumn day.
The king’s indulgences led to mistakes, and Empress Lu was deeply jealous.
Unfortunately, the king's appearance and temples are declining, how long can we coexist and care for each other?
The bones of the underworld cannot be repaid, and the hairpins and feathers of the birds will be gone from now on.
The king is singing and the concubine is dancing, and it is painful for both of us to look at each other.
The song is not over yet, my sleeves are more lifted up, your eyes are full of tears and my concubine is heartbroken.
It has been seen that the crown prince returned to Emperor Hui, leaving only his beloved son to pay for Zhou Chang.
"The Minister of Rites, the Minister of Rites, the Secretary of the Ministry of Rites, the Minister of History, and the Secretary of the Supervisory Office, there are gifts of separation and separation..." Cui Bing
I am envious of the good times, and I recite beautiful poems on a moonlit night.
Jian Yuan follows the steps and takes care of them when looking eastward.
The snow in the forest disappears and the sun disappears, and the simple book leaks out the brilliant light.
Sitting in the orchid room, each fragrance will be fragrant for thousands of years.
The festivals, hardships and writings are all flourishing, and people are living at the same time.
In the purple sky, the feathers reflect each other.
"Xincheng Jiazhan Tower" Zhang Ji
The Xie family built a new building, facing the corner of the city in the west.
The picture is a hundred feet beautiful, and the weapons and weapons are cultivated.
The trees are solid and the door threshold is bright and quiet.
Fish and tornadoes roll around the flag, frost and snow accumulate on spears.
The summer rain is shining through, and the cool breeze remains at the banquet table.
The terrain is high and the mountains are quiet and graceful.
The slanting light is clear, and the mist is floating in the dark.
The color of Qianqian Japonica rice, the veiny garden stream.
The county was transformed into Prime Minister Huang, and the poem became Shen Yinhou.
The scenery in Juziliang is a unique experience in Xian Mountain.
"Winter Night Pregnancy with Li Shiyu, Wang Taizhu, and Duan Cheng" Yuan Zhen
The dew and smoke are all gone, and there is plenty of moonlight left.
The shadows are thin with pine and bamboo, and the curtains are mainly used for sparseness.
Look at the charming stars and the gentle river.
The fibrous clouds cannot form leaves, and the wind and wind are flowing smoothly.
Danzao Chidong preface, burning incense and Luo Yushu.
The fluttering spirit moves like a flying luan and a crane.
Remembering the past, the hairpin and train are still in splendor.
How many hairpins and skirts are worn, causing numerous wounds and hooks to swallow fish.
Now that I hear the sweet fragrance, I realize the smell of money.
Wujue vows not to be confused, and to live in immortality forever.
I am happy day and night, and I know that the clouds will disappear.
Walking with two or three friends, what will happen to you?
"Five Poems to Reward Luo Linggong, King of Ye" by Luo Yin
The camp room returns to the east of Yincuo Qiu, and the young man inherits the green oil.
Sit on the golden tripod to honor the Ming Dynasty, and hold the carved Goblet to worship the princes.
The two kings of letters and letters compete for skill and clumsiness, while the seven sons of chapters and chapters avoid the wind and flow.
The old traces of the West Garden should be there now, and there is no reason for aging.
The origin of the pulse spread through several dynasties, even though the officials were only humble.
When I was worried about the end of the sect falling into the sea, I suddenly saw high branches brushing against the crimson sky.
One hundred thousand brave men flock to the jade tent, and three thousand guests come to visit the palace.
It is rare for my family to be young in good times, so it should be remembered that the poor family is even more lonely.
Dare to attach the weak to the strong sect, but after careful calculation, they still share the same blood.
The mist of Xiangpu has no trace of the past, but the orchids and chrysanthemums of Yedu have the legacy.
Every time I pity Judas who suffered from chaos, I hate the muddy road that is blocked.
Precious pearls and embroidered pieces are sent under the Cao Xuantang.
The water clouds are clearing and a high pavilion is erected, and Li Yang faces the lucky star according to the agreement.
I only see the engraved chapters, but I don’t know the pillars of merit and deeds.
In the early morning, I fell into a dream of gold and gold, and in the evening, it became the inscription of the family heirloom.
The crane's hair hangs all around and the smoke is far away from the pavilion. Where can I worship the ceremonial form in this life?
The brocade baskets and red bags are connected one after another, and the purple luan flies down to the edge of Zhejiang.
Xiao takes the smoke from the sea chamber, and the music played in the imperial palace is better than the orchestra.
A long smile responds to Liu Bei’s prominence, and every time he dislikes Yi Huo’s poems.
Daiwan Old Farm has a weak foundation and eighty years of wasted time.
"Night Banquet Ballad" by Wen Tingyun
A pair of dragonflies fall from a long hairpin, and the painting screen opens diagonally on the blue mountain.
Young Master Qiu Xu is the guest of the five nobles, drinking a thousand bells is like building a palace.
The Luanyan sings smoothly without any knots, the eyebrows are gathered together and the Xiang smoke sleeves return to the snow.
On a clear night, the four seats of kindness are the same, and the water in the ditch is different from the east and the west.
The wax tears and fragrant beads in the pavilion are left, revealing the dawn wind and the cold curtain.
The floating halberd belts are arranged one after another, and there are twenty-four dragon-painted poles.
The cracked pipes are lingering with strings and complex music, and the gentle waves in the fragrant bottles are full of spring.
There are many apricot flowers scattered among the guests in high-rise buildings, and the new toads are like staring eyes.
"Sending the scholar Li Yuzhong back to the Eastern Capital, because he sent it to Li Eryou of the Yuan Dynasty" Yang Juyuan
Gao Yi is not tired of leisure, and the lonely cloud is endless.
The clear clouds are on the west bank of the sea, and the autumn grass is in the south.
There are many talented people in Yezhong, and they are very handsome.
Look after me on my adverse journey, and shine with you.
Being a Confucian general, you will be known by others.
The orchids and fragrant flowers, the cold jade and the beautiful words.
Old friends are in Yiluo, and the cicadas are thinking about the mountains.
The spring breeze comes again, and dreams are made of twin branches.
It is not too late to have a solid career and no negative consequences.
The weather in Nanqiao is good, and I miss you so much.