The Book of Songs and Du Fu's Poems

Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. Wang Yue's majestic Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth before my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. The breeze rippled on the grass bank, stayed out all night, passed through the night and blew to my still high mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! . Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . Eight pieces of high curative value and withered maple trees in autumn are extremely chivalrous. Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog. Starting from the second class to open other Japanese classes, lonely boat is a family heart. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious. Climb up from the vast sky in the gale. Apes are whimpering, and birds fly home on clear lakes and white beaches. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I'm climbing this building. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. Qujiang Asahi returns to spring clothes, and Jiangtou is drunk. Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old. Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water. The scenery of language is fluid, which is not contrary to the temporary reward. In the Book of Songs, Jia Jian, Yi Jun, Guan Ju and Yi Jun are all in service. I don't know their dates. What is this? The chickens have entered the nest, the sun is setting, and sheep and cattle are descending the hillside. My husband is serving in the distance. How can I think of him? A gentleman is in service, in a few days or months. What are the advantages? Chickens are on the shelves, the sun is gradually setting, and cattle and sheep are going home from the mountain. Husband is serving in the distance, I hope it's not hungry!