Waiting for the Moon while Playing the Qin by Bai Juyi
On a clear night in the Bamboo Garden, when the pine window is not open.
***Qin is my wife, and I have an autumn period with the moon.
The jade tree is in the wind for a long time, and the golden waves are late in the fog.
The quiet sound awaits the clear scene, but I know it in my heart.
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Send Li Shiyu to Anxi Gao Shi
The traveling child points to Feipeng, and the golden whip points to the iron Cong.
The fame is thousands of miles away, and the thoughts are in the cup.
The captives blocked Yanzhi to the north and Qincheng to the east of Taibai.
Don’t be melancholy when you leave your soul, look at the hero with the sword
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Love poem by Xu Qian
The high palace is full of admiration, the vast mansion is miserable Ling Ling.
The breeze stirs the boudoir, and the setting sun illuminates the courtyard.
Under the hesitant cloud house, I whistle and sing against the Chinese couplets.
You will never return from your journey, who will I pretend to be?
When the stove is closed and not used, dust grows on the mirror box.
The Qiluo color is abnormal, the gold and green are dark and lifeless.
I forget my royal duties during the delicious food, and I often stop drinking wine.
Looking into the empty space, you can only hear the sound of sparrows.
Worries and thoughts are linked together, and the center is like waking up
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Ode to Zuo Si of History
The pine trees at the bottom of the gloomy stream, leaving Leave the seedlings on the mountain.
A stem with an inch diameter can shade a hundred-foot strip.
The worldly king is in a high position, and he is handsome and humble to his subordinates.
The terrain makes this happen, and it has a long history.
Jin Zhang's old business, Qi Ye Er Han Diao.
Isn’t Feng Gong great? His head is white and there is no move
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Where is Bai Juyi’s twenty poems about Chun Shen
Spring is good, spring is good, and the family is rich.
The horse is the bird in the middle, and the prostitute is the flower in the back yard.
Luo Qi drove the discussion team, and broke the car with gold and silver.
There is no pain in front of me, except that the sun is setting in the west.
Where spring is good, spring is good, but spring is poor and lowly.
The three-path grass is desolate, and the surrounding flowers are neglected.
The slave is in trouble because of his servant power, and the wife is worried about renting a car.
The journey is difficult and the road is dangerous, but the actions are full of drama and praise.
Wherever spring is deep, it is good to be in power.
The phoenix pond is filled with inkstone water, and the chicken trees and flowers are falling off.
The imperial edict borrowed Qu's house, and Enrong went to the palace to drive.
Yanying opened the door to the west for a long time, and the sun slanted to the west.
Wherever spring is good, spring is the best place to stay.
The rhinoceros is in rows with its crotch, and the auspicious falcon is looking at the flowers in its robe.
The flying catkins rush to the ball pony, and the weeping poplars brush the prostitute's carriage.
Wearing military uniform to worship spring, holding a sword at an angle in the left hand.
Wherever spring is deep, it is good, and spring is deep for historians.
The leaves are covered with many shades of tang, and the flowers of wheat are blooming.
The five-wheeled horses are called horses, and the two-wheeled chariots are painted.
The gentle wind leads to joy, and the leaves are slanted.
Wherever spring is deep, spring is deep in the home of a scholar.
The phoenix book is cut in five colors, and the horse hyena is cut in three colors.
The wax torch lights up the fire, and the silver platform gives gifts to the car.
We dare not bow to each other when we meet, and our hats are lowered.
Where is spring good? It is a female scholar.
I am used to seeing greenhouse trees, but I am familiar with bathhouse flowers.
The emperor's seal was lifted up and he got off the car with the fragrant paper.
Song's palace-like bun, with a green cloud slanting across it.
Wherever spring is good, spring is good for the imperial historian.
The catkins linger on the ponytail, and the butterflies wrap around the embroidered flowers.
Break the pillars and hold the ax, bury the wheel and stand up to park.
You can recognize it when you enter the class, and you can see it in a row.
Wherever the spring is deep, the Hakka people move there.
A glass of cold food and wine brings thousands of flowers from my hometown.
The miasma is steaming like fire, and time is moving like a car.
I am worried about the arrival of sage birds, and I am only afraid of the slanting sun.
Wherever spring is deep, spring is good, and spring is deep for businessmen.
I only seek the Taichang position, regardless of Qujiang flowers.
I am ashamed to win the title, and I am proud of my car.
In the mud pavilion of the officialdom, the most fearful thing is the slightest shade.
Where is the deep spring? The hermit's house is full of spring.
Cut the leaves from wild clothes, and dry the pine flowers with mountain rice.
The Lansuo lava is quietly worn, and the Pulun is stationed in the soft car.
A man is sitting on a bamboo basket in the forest, his eyes squinting at people.
Wherever spring is deep, spring is deep at the fisherman’s house.
As the moon rises in Songwan, the flowers fall off the boat in Taopu.
Throwing the bait, moving the light pole, and pulling the wheel to turn the trolley.
In the rustling reed leaves, the wind blows and the fishing line slants.
Wherever spring is deep, it is good to have deep spring in every house.
The waves roll over the snow in March, and the waves spray flowers in all seasons.
Thousands of horses can be galloped by dragging and training, and thousands of chariots can be moved by thunder.
Where the aftermath falls, the river turns and the sun sets.
Wherever spring is good, spring is the best place to drink.
The contents of ten cups are dazzling in five colors.
Sip the dregs of sleep on the shop floor, and salivate when you see the koji chariot.
[Du Fu’s poem says: I salivate at the mouth of a koji chariot on the road. ]
When Zhongshan is intoxicated, the thousand-degree sun sets in the west.
Wherever spring is deep, it is good to have deep spring at home.
Drinking wine at the Orchid Pavilion, flowers on the bank of Quluo.
The boy swims in the water, and the young woman rides the chariot.
At the point where Qi and Yu are fighting for the crossing, a championship horse is tilted.
Wherever spring is good, spring is cold and food is good.
Exquisitely carved chickens and colorful ball flowers.
The green grass chases the wandering horse, while the mortal world worships the sweeping car.
A woman with a slim waist swings on a swing, swaying in the wind.
Where is spring deep, spring is deep for gamers.
The first fight will break the eye, and the six will fight together to become a flower.
Drums should throw chess and horses, and soldiers should rush into elephants and carts.
The best thing about playing chess is the long diagonal.
Wherever spring is deep, it is good to marry into the girl’s family.
Purple rows of pheasants on the skirt, yellow flowers on the temples.
At the beginning of the turn of the candle, the obstacle is removed, and the ring is ringing to get on the car.
The felt mattress in Tsing Yi is decorated with a splendid slant.
Where is spring? It is good to marry your wife in spring.
Two rows of candles in cages, and a tree with flowers among the fans.
We have a banquet and welcome the carriage in person.
The makeup poem is not over yet, the stars are gradually tilting.
Wherever spring is good, spring is deep in a prostitute’s house.
My eyebrows bully willow leaves, my skirt is jealous of pomegranate flowers.
The quilt is smoked with blue and musk deer, and the carriage is made with gold and copper nails.
Hangzhou Su Xiaoxiao, humanity is the deadliest
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Luozhao Ma Dai
Zhaoyao Tianshan, flying The crows passed by several times.
The reddish autumn breeze blows, and the white patches reveal long waves.
The shadows are cold and thin, and there are many ancient trees with damaged light.
The golden clouds and the clouds are scattered and harmonious
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Send the monk back to Jinshan Temple on horseback
In the beautiful scenery of Jinling Mountain, The cicada rushes towards the autumnal equinox.
In the Hengzhou Island of Jiong Temple, the returning monks crossed the water and clouds.
The setting sun falls on the shore, and the clear chime can be heard across the tide.
Reminiscent of the moon burning under the Zen forest