Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
January Day-Wang Anshi
Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze warms Tu Su.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
Wang Jian's Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Tang)
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Bai Shu habitat crow, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Touch your hand and make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.
Between water and water, there are no words.