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! .
Changgexing
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Sad Chen Tao-Original Works
Du Fu
A good family in ten counties of Mengdong, whose blood is Chen Taoze's water.
There was no sound of war in the wild, and 40 thousand rebels died on the same day.
Hu returned with a blood arrow (5) and still sang "Stop drinking the city" (6).
Everyone turned to the north and cried, looking forward to the loyalist day and night.
Recover the north and south of the Yellow River
Du Fu
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
The Shepherd Boy (a work that makes the shepherd boy weak when he answers the bell) Yan Lu
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
Qingpingle Village Residence ①
Xin Qiji
Mao Yan (2) is low and small, with green grass growing by the stream. When he was drunk, Wu Yin was good at flattery, and when he was white-haired, he was young.
The eldest son hoes beans, and the middle son weaves chicken coops. I like children's scoundrels best. 7. I lay at the head of the stream and peeled off the lotus.