Li Shutong
Spring breeze is thinner than yarn, and spring makeup is lighter than painting.
Traveling in a pictorial world spring people walk, spring people fly under flowers.
Pear flower is light, cabbage flower is yellow, and Liu Hua Committee mustard flower is fragrant.
Birds sing and people return, and flowers send the sunset.
Partridge, the ups and downs of the motherland can't help it.
Qiu Jin
The sinking feeling of the motherland can't help but come overseas to find a bosom friend.
Golden gulls are always in short supply and need to be replenished. He dares to sacrifice himself for his country!
There are obstacles and sighs. Guan Shan Wan Li is a hero.
Don't say that women are not British. They sing on the wall of Longquan every night.
Ode to the eagle
Huang xing
Independent and invincible, the sky is Wan Lifeng.
Pity this hero, will you be trapped in a cage?
When I cross the sea, I will raise the Moby Dome.
In autumn, the frost is deep and the trees fall.
Read Lu Fangweng's collection.
liang qichao
The poetic world has been decadent for thousands of years, and the soldiers' souls have been exhausted in Soul Moving China.
Only by concentrating on 19 military music can ancient men let go.
Dead Hua Lian can't read the endless parting pain
Wang Guowei
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring.
I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
Yangzhou slow monk fax
Zhang Boju
Monks send faxes, Xi Hong takes photos, and Rod writes about tenderness. If you like coral nets, it is difficult to pay for building a house. Surprised to see the beauty of the world, Luoyang met again, but ashamed to hide his face. Waiting for the end of the world, the pipa is at the head of Pujiang.
Sheng yuan fa qu, I still remember the crazy journey of poetry and wine at that time. I want to be down and out, and I want a romantic life. I am young, and now I am a brothel. Yao Nai wrapped in loss, thinking about riding a crane up the state.
Self-titled portrait
Lu Xun
There is no way to escape from the gv 10, and the storm is as dark as a rock.
I sent a message to Han Xing, and I want to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.
The wall of the fishing platform
yu dafu
If you don't respect your former self and cherish your body, it's inevitable to pretend.
I once flogged a famous horse because I was drunk, and I was afraid of being tired of beauty.
There are disasters in the southeast, chickens crow and rain, and the sea is dusty.
Sad songs and tears will eventually make up for it, and benevolent people have words, Qin Huang.