"Climbing High"·Du Fu
The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
Boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my new wine glass becomes muddy.
"Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.