Author: Li Shangyin Dynasty: Tang
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.
Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
2. Five poems about historic sites. Second.
Author: Du Fu? Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Fallen leaves know Song Yuzhi's sorrow, and they are romantic and elegant, which is worthy of being my teacher. Looking back, I shed tears of sympathy, and my life experience was equally bleak. Unfortunately, I was born in different times. Jiangshan's hometown is still there, and it is really an absurd dream that sex is coming. The saddest thing is that the palace of the king of Chu has long since disappeared, and the boatman also pointed out that the ruins were suspicious.
3. Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang Planting Flowers _ Baidu Chinese
Author: Bai Juyi? Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
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?
The Green Field Hall is open, occupying the essence of everything. Passers-by said it was your father's home. Your father's students are all over the world. There is no need to plant flowers in front of the house.
4. Ye Lao
Author: Du Fu era: Tang Dynasty
The wild old hedge in front of the river bank has retreated, but the Chai Men by the river has not yet opened.
Fishermen's nets gather under Chengtan, and Jia passenger ships come to accompany the light.
The long road cares about the sad sword pavilion, but the floating clouds don't feel the piano platform.
Julian Waghann didn't report to Dong Jun, and Anthony wong drew a corner of the city gate.
I walked by the river in front of the thatched cottage, but Chai Men meandered and naturally met the river. Fishermen in Baihuatan over there are happily casting nets for fishing, and even merchant ships dock here in the sunset.
I thought of the way back to my hometown, but the sword door closed and the road was never broken. The overall situation is critical, people are deeply worried, and I am floating in Shu.
After the fall of Luoyang last year, it has not been recovered yet, and the Tubo in the northwest is eyeing up, and the crisis of war is also lurking in Shu. In the bleak autumn wind, it is sad to hear the sound of painting corners from the wall of Chengdu.
5. Teachers from afar
Author: Bai Juyi? Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Although the official career is difficult and the honor and disgrace are uncertain, it is no longer than the spring dream. Zi Yuan: My hair is half white and my face is covered with red dust. Maybe this is my destiny! So, let me hang my hat and become a monk, but I still can't do it.