1. "Butterfly Loves Flowers" Song Yan Shu
On the threshold, chrysanthemums are worried about the smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and swallows fly away. The bright moon is not familiar with the bitterness of parting, and the oblique light shines through Zhuhu.
last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone, looking all over the world. If you want to send colorful stationery and ruler, you can know where the mountains are long and the waters are wide.
2, "it is hard to go I" Don Li Bai
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupan Jane is ashamed of ten thousand dollars.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Don't go astray! Whither today.
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
3. "Ugly Nu Er Shu Bo Shan Road Middle Wall" Song Xin Qiji
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with floors. Fall in love with the floor. Worry about adding new words. ?
now that I know the taste of sorrow, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it's a cool autumn.
4. answering vice-prefect zhang Don Wang Wei?
Old age is quiet, freedom from ten thousand matters.
I ask myself and always answer, what can be better than coming home?.
a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, and my lute is bright with the mountain moon.
you ask me about good and evil fortune?, hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!.
5. Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower Don Cui Hao
where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever.
every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark? There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people.