Year:? Don? Author:? Li shangyin
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! .
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
Year:? Qing? Author:? gong zizhen
Great sorrow tilts the day,
A whining whip means the end of the world.
Falling in love is not heartless,
Turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
bee
Year:? Don? Author:? Luo yin
Whether it's flat land or mountain top,
Infinite scenery is occupied.
After the flowers are collected into honey,
Who are you working for and who are you sweet for?
Grandnephew Xiang who moved left to Languan.
Year:? Don? Author:? Han Yu
A letter in the sky, eight thousand in Chaoyang Road at night.
If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.
Where is the hometown of Qinling Mountains? Snow blocked the blue horse.
Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Year:? Don? Author:? Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.