My mother wrote a poem about Gu Yan to my daughter, to the effect that my daughter suffered all kinds of hardships.

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

Mochow has a vast road ahead, and everyone knows you.

33. Meng Haoran, a night berth on Jiande River

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

34. Li Bai in the still night

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

35. Wen Tingjun at the beginning of Shangshan

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.