The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows!
I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything is in vain.
If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai in spring.
Look at the east running water, sunset.
What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow!
Yuan Risong (Wang Anshi)
Except for the one-year-old in firecrackers,
The spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of families are dying,
Always replace old words with new ones.
Guizitang of Tianzhu Temple (Pi Rixiu) on the night of August 15.
Jade star goes down to the moon,
You can find something new in front of the temple.
Nothing has happened so far,
It should be Chang 'e who threw it at people.
Qingming Hall (Du Fu)
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Ask local people where to buy wine?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Three Kingdoms Wei (Cao Zhi)
Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented as juice.
Soak in the kettle, and the beans cry in the kettle.
We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other?
Birds singing in Tang Dynasty (Wang Wei)
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
It rings in the spring stream.
Break up with Xin (Wang Changling) at Furong Inn.
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming sends tourists to Gushan Chu.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
In the Tang Dynasty (Du Fu), he searched for flowers by the river alone.
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers crushed the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
The charming warbler chirps.
Singing in Lime (Yu Qian)
A thousand hammers cut deep mountains,
If the fire burns accidentally.
I'm not afraid of fractures,
Leave innocence in the world.
Zhu (Zheng Xie)
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax,
The roots were originally in the broken rocks.
Hard work and perseverance,
East, west, north and south winds.
Tang (Du Fu) whose banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! ,
At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. ,
However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
Sing my songs loudly, drink my wine,
In the green spring, I began to go home.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain,
Come from the south, then go north-to my own town! .
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (Gong Zizhen)
Kyushu is furious.
It's a pity that maxima are trying to find out.
I suggest that god stand up again,
Don't stick to a pattern and lose talent!
Happy Friar Sand (Su Shi)
You swim in Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.
It rained at dusk. Who says there's no shortage of life?
The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken.
The diviner sent Bao Haoran to the East Zhejiang Song Dynasty (Wangguan)
The water attracts the eyes, and the mountains gather the eyebrows.
Where are you going? Eyebrows and eyes sparkle.
Just send you home in the spring, and then send you home.
If you catch up with spring in Jiangnan, you must live with spring.