1. Tang Du Mu's "Farewell" (two songs) counts as one.
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13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Secondly,
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
2. Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it!
3. Song Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk.
When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.
I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
4. Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
5. Tang Yuan Zhen's "Leaving Thoughts"
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
Looking back at the flowers lazily is partly due to cultivation and partly due to.
6. Zhang Tang Xu Ruo's "Jiang Huayue Ye Chun"
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around diàn, and the flowers and trees in the moonlight are like Xi à n.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
If you can't roll it in the curtain of the jade pot, just do it on the anvil and brush it before returning it.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
7. Tang Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
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.
8. Tang Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop
Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists.
My parents' wives will say goodbye to each other until the dust buries the bridge outside Chang 'an.
On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.
Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited.
Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.
Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border.
Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.
Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain?
Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.
Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight.
No matter what demands are made on them, does the soldier dare to expand his hatred?
Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.
The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from?
If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl.
Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
Didn't you see Qinghai Head, where all the old bones were abandoned?
New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet.
9. When is the bright moon written by Song Sushi?
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
10. Qing Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci, Antique Resolutely Advise Friends"
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
My favorite poems are juxtaposed, and I will send them to the landlord:
Song Zhang Xian's "Thousand Years"
On several occasions, the thrush (tíjué) was heard, and it was reported to Fang Fei for rest. Cherish the spring and break the red.
The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.
Don't pull strings, you can talk about it.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
The night has passed and the east window is not white.
Song Sushi's Song of the Fairy
Jade bone with ice muscles, cool and sweat-free.
Fenglaishui Temple is full of faint fragrance.
Embroidered curtains, a little bright moon peeps at people,
People don't sleep, but lie on pillows and temples.
Get up and hold hands, the family is silent,
Watch the stars cross the river.
How about the evening? It's midnight.
The golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low.
But when will the west wind come?
We're not sneaking around.
The Swallow House by Zhang Tang Su Zhong
The residual lamp upstairs is accompanied by dawn cream, and the person who sleeps alone starts from the lovesick bed.
How much is a one-night stand for lovesickness? The ends of the earth are not long.
Yuan Haowen of Jin Dynasty asked "Touching Fish and Qiu Yan's Ci"
Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death?
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should say something:
Wan Li stratus clouds, Qian Shan sunset snow, only to whom?
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.