When those red berries come in spring, Qiu Lai will send some.
I suggest you collect more as a symbol of our love.
Walk home to Tang. Du Fu
In the prime of life, the economy relied on heroic posture. If this country is today,
Wu Ding's troubles are not public. There are thousands of Fengxiang officials, and the clothes and horses can no longer be light and fat.
Those who are most sleepy in blue robes will walk home. There is no distinction between old and young in life.
Why you should adjust first. When a wife cries in the mountains, she will go to the public to chase the wind.
3 Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post, Tang.
City Que (1) assists Sanqin, making five rivers one by one fog.
We said goodbye to each other sadly, a colleague official.
And yet, while China holds our friendship, heaven is our neighbor.
Why linger at the fork in the road ⑤, the child with the towel ⑤ * * *.
4 elegant ballads
Make friends with each other, why do you want to be close to each other?
Sweet words are not faithful, and the world is much thinner than Su Qin.
From the wind to the grass, wealth rises to the sky.
If you don't see the trees on the top of the mountain, you will be paid to destroy them.
Would you like to pour mud into the well? Go out and make dust.
5 Zhang Tang's nine-year-old "Send to Cheng Wei Li Shaofu"
Nanchangwei, Fujian, leaving the pavilion for spring.
Wildflowers are eager to see, but woodbirds are fresh to hear.
If you don't get drunk, you won't return.
Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor.
6 Long-term cadre (1) Tang Libai
My hair barely covers my forehead. I pick flowers by the door and pay for them.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse (4), trot around the circle and swing your childhood (5).
We live together in an alley in Qingkan, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife. I was too shy to laugh once.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and said with a smile, I know that no dust can seal our love.
I will wait for you in my post until I die, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I watched you walk by the door, your footprints, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Butterfly yellow ⒂ in August, two by two hovering in the grass of our west garden.
Moreover, because of all this, my heart has been broken, and I am worried about my bright cheeks, lest they fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through the three public administrative districts of ⒅, send me a message in advance to go home! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance trick, until Sha Changfeng's trick.