Return to ancient poetry

Wang Wei waited for his holiday in the mountain through his old friend Zhuang, and I will come to Chrysanthemum again.

Tao Yuanming's drinking in the mountains is getting better every day, and the birds are coming back.

The book of songs, the national wind tells the teacher's family, and the word tells the family. Dirt my personal affairs and wash my clothes. Hurt your parents.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house.

It's Qi Qi. I'll pay you back.

Yin, in the sunshine of Nanshan. What's the matter, are you afraid or hesitant? Zhen Zhenjun, go back to Zaizai!

Swallows are flying in the sky with uneven wings. My sister married in the country today. I can't see the shadow, and my eyes are like rain.

A good pillow and bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si Li Bai walked down the blue mountain and escorted me home in the dusk moonlight.

Spring thinking Li Bai finally remembered that when you returned to China now, my heart was almost broken.

Farewell, Wang Wei, you answer "I'm not satisfied" and then rest at the foot of Nanshan. ..

After bandits retreated to Yuan Jie, tax collectors and supported my family on fish and wheat, and content my old age with rivers and lakes.

I have been traveling in Jia Dao for many days, so there are no teenagers.

If you want to leave the autumn water, you will not return to your hometown.

Tao Yuanming's pastoral seclusion

He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, left his hometown when he was young, but his local accent remained unchanged.

Du Fu saw you again this spring. When is the year of returning home?

Li Qingzhao doesn't know when the bright moon will return, and when the bright moon sets, it shakes the trees all over the river.