Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Wanhe ancient trees are towering, and cuckoos crow in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and hundreds of springs are flowing at the top of the trees.
Women in China have worked hard to pay taxes on weaving, while Pakistanis have fought for less lawsuits.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements and make efforts to repay the sages.
Li Bai in Tang Dynasty: Seeing Rhododendron in Xuancheng/Zigui
Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas. ?
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
I have seen rhododendrons in Shu and rhododendrons in Xuancheng.
Once a cuckoo cries, my tears flow once and my heart is broken. Spring is bright in March, and I always talk about the No.3 bus in my hometown.
Li He in Tang Dynasty: Songs of Jade Picking Old Women
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step.
I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.
The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.
The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.
The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
Migrant workers are constantly picking jade. What they want to pick is precious water. It's just carved on ladies' jewelry to dress up ladies.
The old man was hungry and cold to pick jade, which made the dragon in the water feel sad. The blue stream has also become turbid.
On the wild mountain in the dark, the old man had to eat hazelnuts. Cuckoo groaned and cried blood, just like the old man's sad tears.
The deep and dangerous blue stream devoured many jade miners alive. Even after thousands of years, ghosts buried in the water still hate Blue Creek.
On the steep slope, cypress trees roar and the wind is crazy and the rain is urgent. The old man tied a rope around his waist, hanging from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the blue stream.
Mentally, I miss the hut in the cold village, and the weak girls are crying. Looking at the grass hanging on the cliff steps, the old man felt sad.
Tang Jin Dai Li Si Shang Yin
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.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time.
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke.
Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
"Midnight Song jathyapple" Zhu He in Song Dynasty?
In the middle of the night, the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snowy moons. Pear blossom and snowy moon, sad, cuckoo crying blood.
How should the prince and grandson say goodbye? Swallow goodbye, stop running water and sob for others.
In the middle of the night, the moonlight shines on the pear flowers in the courtyard like snow in winter, and the feeling of lovesickness is endless, which makes people sad, and Du Like cries blood. Why haven't the vagrant heard from you? At that time, I held back my tears and said goodbye to you on the path in Sang Rou. Only the running water in the tap seems to know my heart, making a gurgling sound, as if crying for me.
Jin Ling Wen Yi Tian Xiang in Song Dynasty
The grass leaves the palace and turns to the morning glow. What makes a lonely cloud?
The mountains and rivers are the same, but the people in the city are different.
Reed flowers grow old with me everywhere. Who will fly next to the swallows in my hometown?
From now on, I will leave Jiangnan Road and become a crow with blood.
Wan Li Jin 'ou lost his strength and his clothes hung upside down.
The blood in Du Yu's voice is empty, and his beard is half removed.
When I am old, the autumn wind blows me evil, and I dream back to the cold moon to shine on people.
The success or failure of the Millennium is dust, which makes people talk.
Where is your home in the palace full of weeds in the sunset?
The great rivers and mountains of the motherland are no different from the original ones, and the people have become subjects of alien rule.
The reed flowers on the ground are as old as me, the people are displaced and the country is dead.
Now I have to leave this familiar old place, and there is no hope of returning to the south. Let my soul come back after my death!
The decline of Jiangshan lies in the lack of grand plans. Even Emperor Deyou knelt down to the aliens, just like mud falling from the sky.
Deyou is the king of national subjugation. Even if the cuckoo cried his mouth out, he was homeless and the little emperor died.
People are old, and the autumn wind makes me feel distressed. I woke up in a dream, and Leng Yue shone on the lonely people.
In the long river of history, a moment's success or failure is nothing. The most noteworthy thing is that people praise themselves as gentlemen.