The night is quiet and people move, and the sound of flies is long. The north wind is ringing in the courtyard, and the air is crisp in the evening and autumn. Think of Quan Yu and be Yunfu in the future. My life will grow old together, reaching the age of Yan Sicang. If you are satisfied, you are willing to be a Nanmu.
Mid-Autumn Festival
Miscellaneous Poems (Ⅱ)
Wang Wei (Tang)
You come from my old country,
Tell me what happened there! .
Stand by the window tomorrow,
Open the first cold flower? ?
Wang Wei is in Chai Lu.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Frontier poems
Song of the plug
In the faint moonlight, wild geese soar in the sky.
The Tatar chiefs are fleeing from the darkness.
We chased them, and the horse's burden was light.
We must carry bows and arrows and swords in the heavy snow.