The ancient poems with the word "Kai" are as follows:
1. The Garden is Worth Visiting
Song: Ye Shaoweng
should feel sorry for the ivory and seal the moss, and Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't open for a long time.
the garden can't be shut up in spring, and an almond comes out of the wall.
2,
The Garage Shop
Tang: Du Fu
Che Tuo, Ma Xiaoxiao, each man of you has a bow and a quiver at his belt.
father, mother, son, wife, stare at you going, till dust shall have buried the bridge beyond Chang'an.
hold your clothes and stop crying, and the sound of their sorrow goes up to the clouds.
passers-by ask pedestrians, you can only say to him that you have to go.
we remember others at fifteen sent north to guard the river, and at forty sent west to cultivate the campfarms.
the mayor wound their turbans for them when they started out, with their turbaned hair white now, they are still at the border.
at the border where the blood of men spills like the sea, and still the heart of Emperor Wu is beating for war.
You don't know the Han family, and in thousands of villages, nothing grows but weeds, 2 states in Shandong.
and though strong women have bent to the ploughing, east and west the furrows all are broken down?.
men of China are able to face the stiffest battle, but their officers drive them like chickens and dogs.
whatever is asked of them, dare they complain?.
for example, this winter, held west of the gate.
challenged for taxes, how could they pay?.
we have learned that to have a son is bad luck, it is very much better to have a daughter..
To have a daughter is to marry your neighbor, while under the sod we bury our boys.
You don't see Qinghai Head, at all the old white bones forsaken.
new ghosts are wailing there now with the old, loudest in the dark sky of a stormy day.
3. tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream
Tang: Li Bai
a seafaring visitor will talk about Japan, which waters and mists conceal beyond approach.
but Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, the clouds are fading or visible.
in a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China.
with the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
my heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the mirror lake and the moon overnight.
and the moon lights my shadow, and me to Yan River.
with the hermitage of Xie still there, and the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.
I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie, up a ladder of blue cloud.
sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space.
a thousand rocks turn a road, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.
bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, startle the forest and make the heights tremble.
clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist.
in the Gods of Thunder and Lightning, hills and mountains are crumbling. Cave stone gate, venting in the pit of heaven.
an impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace.
and, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one.
with tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.
I move, my soul goes flying, suddenly startled and long.
my pillow and my matting, are the lost clouds I was in.
and this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
when will you return it when you leave, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer,
and ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you. Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office,
who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face.
4.
Yongmei the diviner
Song: Lu You
The bridge was broken outside the post station, and he was lonely and had no owner.
it's already dusk, and it's even more windy and rainy. ?
I don't mean to struggle for spring, but everyone is jealous.
bits and pieces are turned into mud and ground into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same.
5.
Song: Su Shi
On October 9th, Meng Hengzhi bought wine at Qiuxiang Pavilion. There are two pairs of frost-resistant, open to you alone, sitting guests like to laugh, thinking that you must be the flower, pretending to be an article.
It's light and red, and it's half dizzy. If the Tao makes the monarch have no such intention, what is it? Double flowers are not open to others.
but I can't help looking down on the misty rain. Advise you to sue for ten cups. Even ask the former crazy deputy. Next year. Who will come when the flowers bloom?