"But I only met once and immediately parted ways."
Let my heartbeat stay at night forever.
-Wen Yiduo
Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;
Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!
-Xu Zhimo
I stood on the steps,
Love is constantly changing,
I suddenly saw the beautiful universe.
-Cao
I want to find Yi.
How can he find imprisoned Iraq?
—— Wang Jingzhi
Falling flowers fell on the delicate wrist of drizzle.
The lingering fragrance of fallen flowers on our lips!
-Mu Tian Mu
Not afraid of the ends of the earth
Is it morning or evening?
You are on my voyage.
I'm in your sight.
-Shu Ting
Cicada has fallen.
Frog rise
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame.
Yu Guangzhong
(modern lyrics)
golden
-Don Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
-Qing Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Qiufengqing
—— Tang Libai
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
Ode to lime
-Yu Ming Qian
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.
Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.
Bamboo stone title
-thank you
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
The wind is strong in the east, west, north and south.
Mo Mei (3)
-Wang Yuan Mian.
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
lines
-Tang Wang Wei
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
(ancient lyric)