Yue Fei
Last night, I kept screaming. I woke up at midnight. I stood up and walked around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon outside the curtain is bright.
Bai Shou is a celebrity. The pine and bamboo in the old mountain are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. Few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken string?
I thought of Xin in the summer in Nange.
meng haoran
The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared and the moon slowly rose on the lake in the east.
It's cool at night, open my window and lie down calmly.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves.
I will pick up my lute and play, but, alas, who here will understand? .
So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream.
Farewell to Wang Wei
Author: Meng Haoran
I waited slowly and reluctantly day after day, until now I have to go. If the roadside flowers don't mean goodbye, my old friend, how sweet they will be.
The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind. Only when I am lonely will I close the door of my old garden.