A poem that prayed to God to stop the plague.

There are many green mountains and green waters, but Hua Tuo has no choice but to be an ant!

Thousands of people in Ficus pumila lost their lives, and thousands of families sang songs.

Sitting on the ground, traveling 80 thousand miles a day, watching the sky and thousands of rivers.

Cowherd wants to ask about athel Loren, and he is equally sad.

Poetry comes from life. Poetry is the flash of the sea of life. If we separate poetry from life, we can't understand the essence of poetry. Many poems have emerged in ancient and modern China and abroad. "The scope of poetry is all life and nature; The poet looks at all kinds of things, and his views are as varied as thinkers' concepts of all kinds of things. " Where there is life, there is poetry singing. The field of poetry is as vast as life.

Chen Ziang, on the tower of Youzhou.

No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it. I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down!