Title Du Mu
The cultural relics of the Six Dynasties are scattered in the sky, the sky is light and the clouds are clear, the same as in the past and present.
The birds are gone and the birds are coming. In the scenery of the mountains, people are singing and crying in the sound of water.
In late autumn, thousands of houses are covered with rain, and a flute of wind blows on the rooftop as the sun sets.
Melancholy, I will never see Fan Li, and there are scattered smoke and trees in the east of the five lakes.
Send Huang Jifu to Huang Tingjian
I live in Beihai and Nanhai. I can't thank you for sending a letter to Huang Tingjian.
Peaches and plums in the spring breeze, a glass of wine, and ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes.
There are only four walls to run a household, and there are only three walls to cure diseases.
Thinking about it until my head turns white from reading, and across the stream the ape cries over the miasma of vines in the stream.
Thoughts of Crying on the West Terrace Xie Ao
Weeping in the dying years of my life, I go down to the desolate terrace in the daytime.
The tears fell into the Wujiang River and returned to the sea with the tide.
The old clothes are still stained with green, and the descendants do not pity the talents.
I am still a guest in the mountains, but I should be given eight sorrows.
In mourning for Yang Quan and Lu Xun
How can there be such pride as in the old days, when flowers bloom and fall?
How could we shed tears in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and cry for the good people of Sri Lanka?
Prepared Elegy Words No. 1 Tao Yuanming
Every life must lead to death, and premature death is not dictated by fate.
We were both human beings yesterday, but now we are in Guilu.
Where is the soul energy scattered? The dead shape sends empty wood.
My beloved son cries for his father, and my good friends caress me while I cry.
It is impossible to know what is gained or lost, how can one be aware of right and wrong?
After thousands of years, who knows the honor and disgrace.
Prepared Elegy Words Part 2 Tao Yuanming
In the past there was no wine to drink, but now there is only a cup in the sky.
Spring mash produces floating ants, when can we taste it again?
The food table is full of food in front of me, and my relatives cry next to me.
If you want to speak, your mouth will have no sound, and if you want to see, your eyes will be dull.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I stay in Huangcao Township.
There is no one sleeping in the weeds, and the sky is vast.
Once you go out, it’s still late at night when you come back.
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The border town makes my heart sad, and I personally changed it in the past.
The ice and snow cut into the skin, and the wind blew endlessly.
No one can be seen for hundreds of miles, and no one can care about the vegetation.
Climb the city to look at the pavilion and watch the fire, and the garrison flag is flying gracefully.
The traveler ignores the opposite and goes out to say goodbye to his family.
There are many disciples and prisoners, and I cry endlessly.
The world is full of paradise, what is Jiuliuzi?
Polygonum worms don’t know their pungency, so don’t consult them when they come and go.
Farewell Mao Yongjia Xu Ling
May the son be strict with the wind and discipline,
return to vibrate the feather instrument.
Sorry, I am old and sick now,
This is a long separation.
Mr. White Horse comes to cry,
I don’t know the underworld.
Take off the sword in vain,
Hang empty on the branch of Longtou.
Aijiangtou Du Fu
Shaoling Ye Lao swallowed his voice and cried, sneaking into the Qujiang River in spring.
Thousands of doors are locked in the palace at Jiangtou. Who is the green of the thin willows and new cattails?
Recalling the past when the neon banner went down to the South Garden, everything in the garden was full of color.
The first person in Zhaoyang Palace, he will accompany you in the chariot and serve you by your side.
There is a man in front of the chariot with a bow and arrow, and a white horse chews a golden leash.
Turn over and shoot toward the sky, one arrow hitting the two flying wings.
Where are the bright eyes and white teeth now? The blood-stained wandering soul cannot return.
The Liujian Pavilion in the east of Qing Dynasty is deep, and there is no news about each other when we go to live there.
Life is full of love and tears, but rivers and flowers are the ultimate.
At dusk, Hu Qi was full of dust in the city. He wanted to go to the south of the city and forgot about the north and the south.
Du Fu in the Snow
Many new ghosts cry in war, but only the old man cries in sorrow. The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind.
The abandoned ladle has no green color, but the fire in the furnace is red. News from several states has been cut off, and I am worried about sitting upright and writing empty books.
Ge Ye Du Fu
At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, and the sky is frosty and snowy, and the night is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken.
Some families in Yekui heard about the war and were cut down, and fishermen and woodcutters started up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and people and things are still lonely.
Zhengfu Du Fu
There are several people in ten rooms, and thousands of mountains are empty. There is only crying on the road, but no singing in the city.
The drifting stem has no peace of mind, and there is a lot of money in the title. The officers and soldiers have not passed through Shu, so what will happen to our way?
Su Wu Temple Wen Tingyun
In front of the Han envoy, Su Wu’s soul was enchanted, and the tall trees in the ancient temple were at a loss.
The wild geese cut off Hu Tianyue by the clouds, and the sheep in Longshang returned to the grass smoke.
When I returned to Japan, the tower was not a tent. When I left, Guan Jian was in the Ding year.
There is no marquis seal in Maoling, and I am crying towards the autumn waves in the river.
Zhuzhi Ci Yuan Hongdao
The mountain tea in the snow is secondly red,
The white-headed widow cries in the green wind.
Since the Diaohu became rampant,
Ten rooms with money and nine rooms empty.
Reflections on New Year's Eve Tan Sitong
The world is so blurred in my years, I dare not tell who will die in the Central Plains.
I refine my bones from the ice and sky, and temporarily teach you a good sentence about Tongmei.
Singing and crying for no reason because of the long night, the yin and yang of greedy tail prevail at this time.
I had an appointment and heard the chickens dancing together. I turned around in front of the lamp and hated the sound.
Nian Nujiao Zheng Xie
The southeast king's spirit sweeps away old habits and cleanses the country.
The sleeping hall is surrounded by old junipers and green pine trees, and dragons come to stay there every night.
Weng Zhong's clothes and crown, his lion's head and horns, and his moss marks are still green.
The setting sun breaks the bridge, and a few people tie their horses and read.
It is said that things change and stars move, the sacred mountains are windy and rainy, and ghosts cry in the middle of the night.
I don’t remember the founding day of the Yuan Dynasty, when the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.
The world of eggshells, the world of pills and mud, rolls like wind and candles.
On the bank of Lao Monk Mountain, there is only a handful of cooking spring.
Crying Yin Yao Wang Wei
How much can life be.
After all, it is invisible.
I will wait for you to die.
Everything hurts feelings.
My loving mother was not buried in time.
A girl is only ten years old.
The outskirts of Yangjihan.
Depression hears crying.
The floating clouds are boundless.
The birds cannot sing.
Pedestrians are so lonely.
The day is desolate.
Recall the time when you were here.
Ask me how to learn.
It is not early to advise you to suffer.
You will achieve nothing.
Every old friend has a gift.
Not as good as his life.
Losing you is not the way to go.
Weeping and returning to Chai Jing.
Chunfang Zhengzi Sword Song Li He
The ancestors had three feet of water in their boxes and once entered Wutan to kill the dragon.
The moon is shining brightly, the dew is blowing and the dew is cold, and the training belt cannot be blown when it is laid flat.
The body skin of the dragon is covered with old caltrops and thorns, and the tail of the grebe is quenched with white flowers.
Just because Jing Ke is single-minded, don’t teach him how to see the word Chunfang.
The silk is wrapped in gold and the edict is hung, and the divine light is about to cut off the blue field jade.
The White Emperor in the West was frightened, and the ghost mother Qiu Jiao cried.
Bronze Camel Sadness Li He
After three months of being depressed, I went to my employer to find flowers.
Who wrote the spring song? Luo'an mourns the bronze camel.
There are many horse travelers in the south of the bridge, and ancient people in the north mountain.
The guest drinks the wine from the cup, and the camel mourns thousands of springs.
Don’t work in vain in this life, the wind blows the candle on the plate.
I am tired of seeing peach trees smiling, and bronze camels crying at night.
Long Yeyin Li He
The curly hair and beard have clear green eyes, and the high-rise buildings are quietly blowing bamboo at night.
A sound seems to come up to the sky, and the beauty under the moon looks at the hometown and cries.
The seven-point star in the straight line hides the finger, which coincides with the Qingfeng palace sign.
On the autumn day of Shu Road, the forest is filled with clouds, and the dragon rises up in the middle of the night on the Xiangjiang River.
The beauty in Yutang is in love with the frontier, and the bright moon in the blue window makes me sad.
The cold anvil can be pounded hundreds of feet and practiced, and the pink tears will condense into red threads.
Hu'er, please don't sing long-headed chants. There is a feeling of sadness behind the window.
Reflections on Ci'en Temple by Bai Juyi
I asked myself what made me sad, but I came back late when I entered the temple gate.
The Li family cried about the disease of the Yuan family, and came alone when the persimmon leaves were red.
Visiting Wushan Temple Xue Tao
Visiting Gaotang where the ape crows, the road is filled with haze and the fragrance of grass and trees.
Song Yu cannot be forgotten by the scenery of the mountains, and the sound of the water is still like the cry of King Xiang.
Cha morning and night under the balcony, the country of Chu perished because of rain and clouds.
Melancholy, there are so many willows in front of the temple, and when spring comes, the thrushes grow in vain.
Crying Li San Bai Juyi
Last year, Weishuiqu came to visit me in autumn.
This year in Changle, I will cry for you in spring.
Weeping and looking up to Heaven, is God’s will at peace?
If his life must be taken away, why not give him talent?
Luoran died, his wife was sick and his baby girl was ill.
Seeing off guests on the river Bai Juyi
The flowers on the river have withered, and the grass on the river has dried up.
Where do the distant guests return? The lone boat was launched today.
The sound of cuckoo sounds like crying, and the spots of Xiang bamboo look like blood.
***It’s so touching, but I still feel sorry for you!
Cry all the old friends Bai Juyi
I cried at the door of my bed yesterday, and I cry at the door today.
Who are you crying about? It’s just a matter of friendship.
Since Wei Qing has been away for a long time, his hostage has also fallen into seclusion.
I have been living for a few years, and I shed tears thinking about myself.
They are all younger than me, and they are the people under the spring first.
My head is half white now, how can I survive for a long time?
Fortunately, we met Yuan Langzhong twenty years ago.
I saw you giving birth to a son in the past, but now I hear that you are having a grandson.
The survivors are gone, and the dead have become dust.
Morning and evening, when I ascend to the flat house, I will see you with my eyebrows raised.
The one who heard the cry is Bai Juyi
Yesterday, my neighbor in the south cried. What a pain in the crying.
The cloud is a wife crying for her husband, who is twenty-five years old.
I am crying in Beili now, but the sound of crying is insignificant.
Yun is a mother crying for her son, who is seventeen or eighteen years old.
If our neighbors are still like this, many people in the world will die prematurely.
I know that people in this world rarely have gray hair.
Now that I am over forty, I enjoy talking about him.
From now on, when I look in the mirror, I don’t feel like my head looks like snow.
Han Shi Ye Wang Yin Bai Juyi
Outside the Guo Gate of Qiu Xu, who is crying about Han Shi?
The wind blows paper money flying in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are covered with green spring grass.
Tangli flowers reflect the poplar trees, which is a place of separation between life and death.
The lonely heavy spring cannot be heard, and people go back in the rain.
Two Crying Poems by Bai Juyi
The cool breeze in August blows the white curtain, and I cry under the porch of my bed.
My wife, children, and friends came to pay their respects, but the emperor and heaven knew nothing.
The article is outstanding and invincible, and its character and spirit are outstanding.
Crying to Xianyang Beiyuan, may it become dust as usual?