Chen Tao's thinking (a cup of Sauvignon Blanc)
If you want to sing a mysterious song, you will know who it is.
Love the future, draw the spring water in the pool.
Meng Haoran bid farewell to Wang Wei
I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I had to leave.
Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.
The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind.
As long as you keep silent, I will close the door of my old garden.
Rong Hong's Bitterness
Don't play short songs, listen to my bitter words.
Nowadays, swordsmen are not as good as local girls.
Teenagers have nothing to learn poetry and fu, which shows that the article is wrong.
There are few bosom friends in the east, west, north and south, and they are sad all the year round.
I don't lie on my back every day and bow my head to stop talking.
Or heaven and earth gave birth to me, saying that others are not enough.
Who said that the Xijiang River is deep and secure? Who says the south mountain is high? You can take a trip.
There is only one road in the world that is dangerous, and one day is as white as a head.
Noble people are unpredictable, and leisurely peaches and plums become thorns.
A dusty man is amiable, and his heart is like a chicken and a dog.
Remember the son of Han, and never abandon poverty.
I advise you to drink, wine can dispel your worries.
Whoever is drunk, everything comes from other rivers.
Qian Qi's "Crying Cao Jun"
Push the bald head hard and pity you for this life.
Loyalty is empty, and poverty at home is not enough.
Looking back on Peng Yu in the past, I only said that Yuan Ming was still ill.
Suddenly I saw a crane hanging in the south of the Yangtze River, only to know that the satellite in the sky was lost.
It is rare to taste and hate your bosom friend, so it is better to die than your master.
In the sunset near the flute, the wine hall is full of tears.
Du fu's southern expedition
The peach blossom floods on both sides of the Xiangjiang River are flat, and the white sails across the maple trees are uncertain.
In order to save my life, I often take refuge in different places, and now I am wandering on the road of tears in the distance.
When this old age and illness multiplied by the age, a northern heart, ah, the emperor.
I've been writing poems all my life. Alas, I haven't met a bosom friend yet.
Wang Wei's money left (farewell)
There were no hermits in the era of political clarity, and the service talents were for the administration of the imperial court.
Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
It's far from the military gate here, but you find that your dedication is invalid.
You passed by JAC during the Cold Food Festival last year and stayed in Beijing.
Buying wine on a long road, I will be left here by my friends soon.
You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days.
Led by distant trees, when lonely villages fall.
When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
Meng Haoran's Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
Bao Rong's Autumn Night and Li Zhengfeng's Opposite to the Moon
The aid piano is independent, and the high moon is against the autumn hall.
Beauty is far away from the moon, just looking at the scenery.
When sitting and holding hands, the lyre is desolate.
There are few bosom friends in life, and a gentleman can forget them.
Hospitality is like a dream, and Luqi is everywhere.
I am fascinated by the distance, and my heart hurts all over the sky.
There are two carp, including five articles
Cherish the absence of a daughter to answer, and worry about the intestines.
This evening, the breeze sighs, and the dew is stained with clothes.
Cui Tu's Kuyin
Say it in the morning and evening, only hope for a confidant.
The world is bright and isolated, and no one cares.
A stranger knows for no reason, and the setting sun admires birds.
Fishermen live by the cold river, as if in the forest.
Li Pin's "Living in Chang 'an to Send Assistant Minister Bai"
The frost is light and the temples want to invade, and the sadness is unreasonable.
Qin female red makeup is empty to find a companion, while Xue has no confidant.
The ancient trees in Changting grow old first in spring, and the smoke in Taihua is deeper.
Looking at the northeast of Fuling alone, a book is the center of gravity.
Li Shanfu's History for Piano
Knowing this with a little knowledge, naturally, Mr. Wang abandoned his heart.
When the world is so old, why should people be more attached to it?
The body is not as skillful as Yu Sheng, but as pleasant as Kevin·Z's lewdness.
Three feet in the traffic line seven, two feet in Shi Kuang.
Two poems written by Yang Shidao for the banquet (one of which was written by Yang Xidao).
Magpies fly at night in Beilin, and at the beginning of the month in Nanxuan.
Tune the strings and clear the symbols, shake your heart and get rid of embarrassment.
Turn into a departure from sound and return to thought.
The sigh is endless, and the autumn wind floats on the temples.
Silk conveys the feelings of guests in the garden, and music plays the feelings of Chu Fei.
Few people know each other, and the running water is empty.
Han Tao's Liu Mo listens to the early nightingale.
Suddenly it came to the branch and sounded like a voice in the valley.
At first, Miss Tian was quiet, which hurt the feelings of distant guests.
Customs are inseparable, and when they are intermittent, there will be surprises.
Yule stays for a long time, and the dream of a brothel is hard to come true.
Thousands of people are waiting for dawn, and thousands of wells are reporting spring life.
Only bosom friends can be rewarded, but they are ashamed of cranes.
Meng Yunqing's mourning for his old friend
Early birds fly, grass frost.
Life is long, but it may not be long.
20 studies have been completed and 30 have not yet been completed.
Without friends from the same school, it is easy to be in the middle of the intestines.
Drive the horse to Wan Li and cross Huangxiang leisurely.
Fortunately, I was admitted to Scholar's Academy at the end of the string song.
All the music is playing with each other, and the only son is preparing for spring.
Sit on the ground without a confidant and feel at ease.
May the wind rise high and feel the white sunshine.
Meng Jiao's "Crying Secretary Bao Dajian"
The philosopher is ill, and his son cries for jade.
I am often afraid that the mirror is broken and the bright moon is not round again.
Words did not change, the volume suddenly returned to the Xuan.
I know that bosom friends are rare, and a string of them is unique in a thousand years.
There is a piano left in the old museum, and the breeze will come again.
Liu Cha's Poems
Without a confidant, it is better not to write poetry.
This road will be lonely before no one leaves.
Now that the danger is dead, who will believe the newcomers?
Lang Yong opened his heart, and his pen and tears fell.