Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home.
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
After the completion of the Green Field Hall, it occupied the essence of everything. Passers-by pointed to the house and said that it was Pei's home. Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
Second, Hsinchu
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
I will come out again the next year and grow taller. (One next year: next year)
Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and its growth depends entirely on the old branches. New ones will grow and grow taller next year.
Third, "Magnolia Order, the Rhyme of the West Lake in Europe"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
First frost has lost the vertical and horizontal, empty listening to whispers.
Beauty still sings drunken songs, like an electric eraser for forty-three years.
The autumn dew of the grass is slippery, and three to five is still two to eight.
I am the same person as Yu, but the West Lake is the end of the month.
After the first frost and autumn, Changhuai lost its former majestic momentum. I only heard the murmur of water, as if crying for my death. There is a melodious song on the river, and the beautiful woman is still singing the lyrics of the drunk. Forty-three years passed in a hurry, like a flash of lightning.
Life is like autumn dew on the grass, crystal clear and round, but fleeting. /kloc-how clean and perfect the full moon on 0/5 is, it will be gradually incomplete the next day. Like me, I know that drunkard. How many people are left now? Only the bright moon at the bottom of the West Lake once shone on all people.
Fourth, Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems Part V.
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
The sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun goes down. When you leave Beijing, you will feel that you are at the end of the world, and a whip is drawn to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
V. "Far Teacher"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again? Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.