The smoke cage is cold and the moon is full of sand, and the Qinhuai is close to the restaurant at night.
business women don't know how to hate national subjugation, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river. 2, cicada Li Shangyin
pure of heart and therefore hungry, all night long you have sung in vain. Oh, this final broken indrawn breath, among the green indifferent trees!.
yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with weeds. I bless you for your true advice, to live as pure a life as yours. 3. Wang Changling
The moon was closed in the Qin Dynasty and the people on the Long March were not returned.
But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain! 4. Wei Yingwu
, the western stream of Chuzhou, lives on the edge of the secluded grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees.
The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the river in the wild. 5. Looking forward to Du Fu in Spring
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more. 6. Deng Gao Du Fu
in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand.
leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples, heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine. 7. Wang Zhihuan, at heron lodge
mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river.
but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs. On climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes Li Bai
phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, have abandoned it now to this desolate river.
the paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds, the garments of Jin are ancient dust.
Three mountains and a half fall in the sky, like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river.
a cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, to hide his city from my melancholy heart. 9. the leyou tombs Li Shangyin
with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.
the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night. 1. Deng Yue Yang Lou Du Fu
I had always heard of Lake Dongting, and now at last I have climbed to this tower. The vast expanse of the lake tears the Wu Chu, as if the sun and the moon and the stars are floating in the water.
but no word has reached me from kin or friends, I am old and sick and alone with my boat. The battle of the northern border gates began again, and I looked into tears over the railing. The illustrations of ancient poems are not easy to draw.