"Independence" Du Fu
A bird of prey in the sky, two white gulls in the river. Float and fight easily, and it is easy to swim back and forth. The grass is also wet with dew, and the spider silk has not yet been collected. Heaven's secrets are close to human affairs, and independence is full of worries.
"Songs of Resentment" by Li Bai
When I entered the Han Palace on the fifteenth day, my face smiled brightly. The king chooses the color of jade and sleeps on the golden screen. It is recommended to take a pillow under the charming sunset moon and roll up clothes to fall in love with the spring breeze. I would rather know that Zhao Feiyan will be loved and hated endlessly. Sadness can hurt people, turning green temples into frost. Once you are not satisfied, everything in the world is in vain. Exchange the pheasants for fine wine, and stop dancing and carving dragons. I can't bear to speak of the cold and bitterness, so I play silk tung for you. The heart is broken and the strings are broken, and the heart is filled with sorrow at night.
"Xianghe Song Ci? Read Five Songs" Zhang Hu
I rise alone in the window and walk alone outside the curtain. I am worried about seeing the spider weaving, and I am thinking until the day comes. The rice is not pounded on the grinder, but the silk is left in the window. Watching him drive the car, there must be no four corners. Not seeing each other's heart, it's just clouds and feet wandering around. Those who pick lotus leaves in the sky are those who pick lotuses at the bottom. There are mandrills standing outside the window, and I know there are not many feet in the canal. Under the midnight machine, I felt who the shuttle was. Lang went to pick cucumbers, Lang came to collect red dates. Lang cultivated hemp land, which is now called Xishe Road.
"Ten Untitled Poems" by Tang Yanqian
The fine grass is spread all over the embankment, and the swallows are flying in the sky, and the sunny day is late. The flowers on Xunfang Street are like brocade, and the first branches are broken by the east wind. The brocade zither and silver armor ring the strings of the gourds, seducing the sound of spring to attend the feast. Drunkly leaning on the dry flowers in the next month, rhinoceros combing the temples slantingly beside the clouds. Chu Yun and Xiang rain meet on the balcony, and the brocade tent and hibiscus bloom toward the night. After blowing the jade flute, spring is like the sea, and a pair of colorful phoenixes suddenly fly over. The new water of the spring river promotes the return voyage, and the wine is filled with wine before bidding farewell to the flowers. Even after emptying the silver bottle, I am still not drunk, but my heart is filled with pity and tears. Who knows how easy it is to say goodbye and how difficult it is to face, but Qingluan's eyes are broken and his faith is vague. Love is like water under the blue bridge. How long will the regret flow over the years dry up? The dripping copper dragon is already deep in the night, and the willow branches are slanting and the moon is sparsely shaded. The garden is full of fragrant grass and hates every year, and all the lights are removed every night. At night, the flowers are blooming in front of the courtyard, and the little fan is cut for whom. Passion stirred up two butterflies and flew into Wushan's dream. The memories of farewell last for a long time, and the drinking soldiers are helpless and sad. The soft silk folds over the willow trees in the long pavilion, and they are so united that they want to express themselves to each other. The willows are green in the movie building, and the green eyebrows are locked in sorrow all day long. The cuckoo cries off the branches in the moon, mostly because it hurts the spring and hates it endlessly. The clouds are wiping away tears, and the apricot blossoms are cold under a curtain of spring rain. When will we meet again as a couple, playing the sheng and colorful luan under the moon.
"Heron" Luo Yin
The setting sun is shining and the willows are shady, and the wind is cold and the silk is reflecting the deep water. Don't praise your innocence to others. You also know that you often have a jealous heart.
"Sighing for Gray Hair Under the Cherry Blossoms" by Bai Juyi
The flowers are good everywhere, but their appearance will fade with age. My eyes are full of red cherry blossoms, and my hair is half white. I leaned against the tree without saying a word for a long time, and it was too late to climb the tree. I sigh in front of the wind, like snow and silk.
"The Master's Book of Lu Geng in Luoyang before Yangzhou Occasionally Meeting" Wei Yingwu
There are few old friends in Chu Sai, so we didn't expect to meet each other. The words on the sleeves are still there, and the silk on the temples is strange. The guest houses are full of bottles of wine, and the rivers are full of poems. He can even ride out in a row, just like he did in Luoqiao.
"Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" by Gu Kuang
Zheng Nu was able to play the zither at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blew the sound from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks. When Zheng Nu went out to pay homage to her father-in-law, the fallen flowers cut off the silk threads in the air. The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues.
"Sisters Guang, Wei, and Pei were alone when they were young, and Shi Yan is the reason why..." Yu Xuanji
In the past, I heard that Rong Hua Shao from the southern country was now living east of the three sisters. Look at the parrot poem in the makeup pavilion, and the phoenix shirt should be embroidered in the blue window. The courtyard is full of red fragrance, and the cup is full of green wine. I'm afraid that Xiang Yaochi was once a woman and was relegated to the mortal world as a man. Wenji's beauty is comparable to hers, but Xizi's speechlessness makes me even more ashamed. A beautiful song is played on the piano, and the four strings are lightly plucked and murmured. They compete with each other on the stage to have green hair, and they compete with each other to praise the white hosta on the moon. There are drops of truffles in the small cave, and willow smoke in the sky. But I can keep my heart in the rain, and I am not afraid of not knowing how to play the flute. My mother was so angry that she whispered to the flowers, Pan Lang once asked for help in his dream. For a long time, my soul is still broken. If I see a beauty, I will be willing to die. I wonder where the beauty is, traveling in the clouds and returning to the north and south.
"Xinwei Qixi Festival" by Li Shangyin
I am afraid that the immortal family wants to leave, so I will teach you to make a good time. The origin of the blue sky beside the Milky Way is when the golden wind and jade dew come. The clear leaks gradually moved away and we looked at each other for a long time. It was not too late for the slight clouds to catch up. How can I not intend to reward the crow and magpie, but beg for clever silk with the spider?
"Xingxing" Du Xunhe
The wind blows in the mountain rain stream while fishing, and I am pouring water alone at the bottom of the tile awning. When drunk, no one wakes me up, and when I fall asleep, I don’t know if it flows down the stream in front of me.
"Farewell to Xu Hucao" by Tang Yanqian
The little swallows in Shatou are singing in spring harmony, and the willows are trailing silk smoke. The general's ship sings loudly, and the clouds and rafters reach high into the sky. The white rainbow fills the green pot with fragrant fragrance, and I urge you to drink the golden porridge in front of the flowers. The god Ao rides the millet up to the Tianhe River, and the new rain catches the floating waves.
"Singing in the Mirror" by Bai Juyi
When the white-headed old man looked in the mirror, he covered his mirror and recited old poems. What was a white stem twenty years ago is now full of silk. After chanting, I turned around and asked for a glass of wine. When I got drunk, I counted my relatives and friends. Those who are older than me are often poor and humble, so they are cold and hungry. Those less than me are half made of earth, and the tomb tree has already taken out three or five branches. I am lucky enough to see my head turn white now, and my salary and salary are not low and my official position is not humble. There is wine in front of you and no bitterness in your heart. It is only for joy and not for sorrow.
"The Back Pavilion of Dou Ming's Mansion in Chang'an" Gu Kuang
You are the order of Chang'an, and I love the government of Chang'an. On the fifth day, Nanshan faces the mirror. Birds fly in the moss courtyard, and the water and trees complement each other. Visitors to Nanyun Township, silk trees spread and sing. The officials are in a hurry, and there is no noisy competition all year round. If you want to know the wise people of Ming Dynasty, there are many people in the city.
"Sending Returned Soldiers to Hanyan" by Xu Ning
Without hanging silk clothes, return to Hanyan to live there. On a windy and snowy night in Hanyan, we crossed the Yanqian River again.
"Zhongshu Encountering Rain" Qian Qi
In order to save the drought, Chen was concerned about it, and Wei Lin came to power. The clouds carry seven rays, and the rain blows on the nine doors.
The Lun Pavilion is flying, and the Long Canal is rushing back. The color of the algae on the pond and the fragrance of the cup in front of the tripod. The Xiangyans all spread their wings, but the sand scales are not exposed. The waves of a foot should be false, and the sea of ????Yu will carry along the waves.
"The Emperor's Gifts and Congratulations" Li Qiao
The pair's brilliance shines far away, bearing the sky with Gu Tuolong. Even if you try to save yourself from many difficulties, you will succeed in taking off your shoes. The holy way is Zhao Yongxi, Yong Yan is bowing. I also recommend Wan Fang Zhong and admire Simen Cong. Gong has forgotten his own comfort, because the human body is the most public. Hanging over the sea, unraveling the net and starry sky. The clouds disperse and the sky becomes colorful, spring returns and the sun returns. He is called the wine cup and the tassel, and he leads the dance to the silk tung tree. Kaile lives deep in Hao, singing songs and drinking abundantly. A minor minister can't praise the style of the Tang Dynasty if he uses his hairpins too much.
"Chinese Valentine's Day" Li Zhong
The galaxy is full of new autumn, and thousands of houses of silk and bamboo are lined with colorful buildings. It's a pity that threading the needle will make you happy, but the delicate first month will remain miserable.