Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Tang Li Bai's Farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Sun Yat-sen by Tang Du Fu
In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the winter snow is thick, and it is as old as dust. Cliffs and valleys are not white,
The river is cracked and the green maple is destroyed. The bitter fog has been in the south for 30 days, and the red sun shines from the west.
Six dragons are cold, anxious to return. According to my face, I suddenly fell to the ground, although my mouth was full of sadness.
Don't blame timely teenager, Huang Jintai bitter. It depends on what my life will be like,
Fragments are like ashes.
Wei Yuanming's miscellaneous poems
Life without a base is like the dust of the road.
Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be.
When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other?
When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink.
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day.
It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.
Stone "Two Poems for Sending Children to Prison"
Op. 1: What I want to give is the imperial palace. The jailer is slightly violated and cannot be compared with himself. When they die in prison, they cannot be forgiven. Therefore, these two poems were given to Liang Cheng, the jailer, to keep their children. Two songs: the Lord is like the spring of all things, and the little minister dies secretly. It's even more tiring to pay off debts after a hundred years. Buried bones are green hills, and rain alone hurts the body. It is more important to be brothers with you for life. The frosty night in Baitai is bleak, and the wind is low. The dream is like a deer around Yunshan, and the soul is like a chicken. The rhinoceros horn is really my son in my eyes, and the cow behind me is a shame to my wife. Where will centenarians wander? Tongxiang knows where western Zhejiang is buried. In prison, I heard that people in Hangzhou Lake were explaining why they had been studying for the moon, so I got this sentence. Zhu Yi was buried in Tongxiang. Rhinoceros horn, something from Du Cong.