My white-haired, sparse old man lives in Jinghu Lake, and only the world of justice can see the loyalty of our country.
Su Wu, who has suffered a lot, has endured for more than ten years, suffering from the wind and snow, worrying and resentful, hating the rebels' guts and gnashing their teeth.
The grass in the forest garden flows in the spring rain, and the brick wall in Luoyang Palace is broken in the cold month.
My Zhuang Xin didn't die at the same age. Even if I die, I can become a ghost wise man.
With the passage of time, the mirror will show the appearance of baldness and spots. I am confident, and my heart is still loyal and strong!
You shouldn't wear tight military uniforms in your later years, but you often feel sad and angry, and let the glittering sword stab the enemy's heart!
I have been stationed in the distant Bowa outpost in the past ten years, and I have also pranced in Gaolan to realize my grand ideal!
Throughout the ages, the war has never stopped in a remote place. Who would have expected me to sit here and watch now!
Self-titled "Portrait of Jinshan"-Stone
My heart is like ash, and my body is like not tying a boat.
Ask your occupation, Danzhou, Huizhou, Huangzhou.
Bodhisattva Xia Jinling Banquet Pavilion is to commemorate the Prime Minister Ye-Qi Ji.
Qingshan wants to speak in a superior language. There are countless horses. Smoke and rain are low. Hope will never come.
People talk with their heads. Always worried about being white. Clap your hands and laugh at Sha Ou. I am full of sadness.
In Spring-Don Li Shangyin
The world is full of glory and loss, and I spent four springs alone in Yuan Qiu.
Even though there are flowers and months, no one recommended me.
Eight officer's green robe is the same year after year, but the white hair on his head is more and more dazzling.
I want to chase the storm, but I don't know which way to see the dragon's face!
Ren Xu's Qingming Works —— Qing Qu Da Jun
It's cold in the morning and cloudy at night, but it's already spring in sadness.
Falling flowers have tears because of wind and rain, and birds are ruthless since ancient times.
The old country is like a dream, and Chinese characters are lost.
Dragons and snakes return everywhere, and cold food is eager every year.
Returning from Jibei —— Tang Gaoshi
Gamma Cassiopeia rushed to the north of thistle, and the north wind was sad.
Overlooking the mountain pass, there is only a vast valley, and when I get out of the valley, I see that Hu Tian suddenly opened.
Five will go deep, and only half of the former troops will return.
Who has pity on me, a frustrated person, and has to go to war with my sword on my back alone?
Climbing a new flat building-Don Li Bai
Leaving this country and boarding the new Mahanakonta, facing a lonely heart, does not make me sad.
The sky is vast, the sunset falls in the distance, and the plug river flows quietly.
Clouds rose from the top of the mountains and flew to the shallows in the Northern Song Dynasty.
The vast gray earth makes me sad when I look around.
Ugly slave orders. Meditate on the past fifteen years-Qing Palace cherishes itself.
After fifteen years of meditation, I have also been vertical and horizontal, and tears have also been vertical and horizontal, with double negative flute hearts and sword names.
There is no dream of caring in spring. I fell from my confession. If you don't believe me, please look at Jin Zijing by the bed.
Seeing Spring in Wuling —— Liu Tang Zongyuan
On the flat and open Ye Yuan, the grass is green in spring, and the nightingale strikes the time in the distant Woods.
The sun is warm, clouds are floating on both sides of Xiaoxiang River, and clouds are flying around on the small peaks of Goushan Mountain.
He has no hope of becoming an immortal, and the world is not my home in the world.
Meditation, only empty self-admiration, and beyond Wan Li, died in the wild of Cangwu.
The guest house is sad and pregnant in autumn —— Don Cen Can, a gentleman in Old Travel in Two Provinces.
Three times as big as A Lang, you are old. When you go out, you will keep the Five Classics and Autumn.
Mo Yan's Lord doesn't need help, and he shouldn't rest all his life.
The years on earth are like flowing water, and the autumn wind in the guest house rises again today.
I don't know who I am worried about, and cicadas on the river are full of ears.
Twelve miscellaneous poems. Second-Wei and Jin Dynasties. Tao Yuanming
I fell into Xihe River during the day and came out of Dongling for nearly a month.
Far away, Wan Li is shining, swinging in the sky.
When the wind enters the house, the pillow mat is cool at night.
When qi changes, it is easy to realize, but not to sleep.
Have nothing to say, wave a cup to persuade the lonely shadow.
If the sun and the moon abandon people, they will be invincible.
It's sad to read this, but I can't be quiet in the end.
Yang Jingzhi-Don Li He, the right to leave the city.
The grass is warm and the clouds are pale in Wan Li, and the palace flowers are given away.
It is said that when Han Jian flew away, why did you get sick in the car?
Liuyingqu sigh