[Tang] Luo
Goose, goose, goose
Xiang Tiange.
White hair floating green water,
The red palm clears the waves.
Thoughts in the dead of night
Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground.
Look up at the mountains and the moon, and look down at your hometown.
willow
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
2, "Wind" Li Qiao
It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring.
Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
3, "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
4, "Chai Lu" Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
5, "Silent Night Thinking" Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
6. Li Bai's Gulangyue Tour
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.
I also suspect that it is Yaotai Beijing, flying in the blue clouds.
7, "Jueju" Du Fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
8, "Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
9. Lu Lun's Song of the Plug
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
10, Bai Juyi's Ci Fu De Gu Yuan Cao
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.