1, the river is windy and the clouds are blowing, and the mountains are sad and rainy. -Du Fu's Fa Zhong Min
2, rustling rain blowing eaves, wow wow warm fireflies crow roots. -Wang Anshi's five quatrains in the examination room
3. Pipa strings are bitter, and the rustling flute is harmonious. -Liu Changqing's Song of Wang Zhaojun
4. Clouds are fluttering, water is rustling, and Yi Deng smells too idle at night. -Lu Ye Chu Cai "Gift from Zhang Xuemin in the South"
We waved goodbye, and my horse neighed again and again. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off"
6. Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
7. Fishing Village Post: The Fubian River is dark, and the agricultural path rustles into the nursery. -Gao Qi's Mid-Autumn Festival on the River
8, scattered wild like a star, the cool moon is as flat as the ground. -Zhan Tong's Hunting Map
9, tea smoke curled up on the couch, bamboo shadow rustling sweep moss. -Mou Rong's "Hong Yu Zhi"
10, the cold flowers are lonely and full of Yuan Ye, and the willow color is rustling and sad. -Jiao Ran's "Chu Shi Danyang did not find land"
1 1, the saddle rustling on the suitcase, it is hard to be ruthless everywhere. -MouRong "Send Fan Qidong back to Beijing"
12, today, every sea is home, so the base rustles and reeds grow. -Liu Yuxi's Random Thoughts on "Old Times of Xibao Mountain"
13, the wind of Changsongshu is bleak, and the fairy palace goes to people. -Su Shi's "Xiandu Mountain Deer"
14, the village suppressed its anger at night and looked sideways. -Wang Anshi's "Looking at the East from Dong to Ruyi"
15, xiaoji in Jiangcheng is very quiet, and every crossing must be sympathetic. -The abbot "Hanging Wu Ziwei and Liu Bozong at the Mouth of the Pot Pool"
16, in the sea of people, just me and two idle people, singing in the shade. -Huang Jingren's "Fishing"
17, the phoenix is bleak and sparse, and the pepper hall is idle. -Du Mu's "Eight Six Sons"
18, merchants sprinkled temples, and Xiaofeng was born with bamboo forests. -Chen Yu's "ChristianRandPhillips Tomb"
19, the leisure trip is sad, for fear of fragrant ash. -Liu Guo "Since the Golden Gate"
20, but Yu Ben in the book is still there, with a broken basket and a sad smile. -Lu You's self-mockery