"Spring Hope"
Author: Du Fu
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I am moved to tears by the flowers, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.
"Quiet Night Thoughts"
Author: Li Bai
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
"Qingming"
Author: Du Mu
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
"Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
Author: Wang Changling
I entered Wu in the cold rainy night, and saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright light.
When relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot.
"Ode to Willows/Ciments on Willow Branches"
Author: He Zhizhang
The jasper is made up to the height of a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.