Qingqing Zitiao haunts my mind, but for you, I'm still thinking about singing a short song about Cao Cao.
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is like frost.
Danxia catches the bright moon, and Huaxing comes out of the lotus pond between clouds as Cao Pi.
Nagano shot Qiu Lan, Cao Zhi shot Green Pond and wrote Zhu Hua.
The moon shines on tall buildings, and time drifts.
Tall trees are often hit by the wind, and the calm sea is also hit by the waves. Ye Tian Huang que hang Cao zhi
Have fun today. Don't forget to complain about Cao Zhi after you leave.
The orchestral sound is clear and sad.
Today is worse than Huan, who should I treat with lust? Gong Yan Wangshi Canal
I've never heard it in my life. The song is so safe and thin that I'm too tired to throw it in and forget it. Gong Yanshi Serina Liu
Appreciation, ambiguity and analysis of Tao Yuanming's strange translation
Relatives or I am sad, others have already sung, what should I do if I die? I want to play the lyrics of Tao Yuanming.
Birds love the old forest, while pond fish miss the old source.
In the warm and distant people's village, the smoke in Yiyi market belongs to the garden, and one of them is Tao Yuanming.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. Fifth, Tao Yuanming
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan drinking its five Tao Yuanming.
Even foresters don't realize that loneliness is strange.
Fall to the ground as brothers, why flesh and blood?
Prosperity will never come, and it is difficult to get up in the morning. Timely encouragement, time waits for no one. One of miscellaneous poems
Flying east, Shrike flying west, Swallow flying west, Weaving Maid when Huang Gu meets, flying east, Shrike singing Xiao Yan.
The river flows eastward, and Luoyang's daughter's name is Xiao Yan, which is the water song of Mochow River.
The moon is covered with clouds and the leaves are covered with frost, prompting the old man to imitate the grass on the banks of the Qingqing River.
When Konoha first came down to Dongting, it made waves in Xie Zhuang.
Under the pavilion, under the leaves, autumn clouds begin to fly. Liu Yun, a poem about smashing clothes.
Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend. Liu Yun in Jiangnan District
The autumn moon shines on the forest and the cold wind sweeps the tall trees. Wu Jun answered Liu Yun.
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. Enter the royal residence of Joyehi.
The residual clouds of the sunset are scattered like rosy clouds, and the clear river is as calm as white. Go to Sanshan in the evening and return to Xie Tiao, Wang Jingyi.
Under the leaves. Jiang Bolian, the autumn and the bright sun shine on the clouds and rest on the mountain. Jianglin Wang Jieshi Grujue
Spring grass grows in the pond. The willow turned into a songbird. Climb up the pool and go upstairs to thank Lingyun.
The dense forest contains lingering fragrance. Far peak hides half gauge. You Nan Ye Ting Xie Lingyun
The wild sand shore is quiet, and the sky is Gao Yueming. Xie Lingyun, the first person to go to the county seat.
Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller. Bow your head and get lotus seeds, green as water. Xizhouqu
The lotus dew is falling, and Liu Yue is thinning Xiao Yan's Qiu Si.
Moon how bright, shine on my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. The moon is so bright and clear.
Heaven knows the boat, and the cloud knows the river tree. Qi Xie
It's hard to go. I heard about Han Zai's embassy in the evening. Reminds me of Chang 'an in tears. Hard road
What's in the mountains? There are many white clouds on the mountain. Ask what's in the mountains and write poems in response to Tao Hongjing.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep. Chileger
I'd rather know that after the frost and snow, I will see the pine and bamboo heart alone. Xiaogu Jiangyan
The moonlight shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad. Xie lingyun
The canal will transfer water pheasants. Open the garden and sweep the bamboo forest. Yuxin
The river is clear and shallow, which is different from others. Between water and water, there are no words. anonymous
Breathing too much Guan Shanyue, dusty guest clothes. Director Jiang