Su Shi
Nian Nujiao (Mid-Autumn Festival)
Looking far into the distance, you can see that there are no traces of clouds in the sky for thousands of miles.
The osmanthus flies to the place where the light shines, and the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day.
Jade Yuqiong Tower, riding a luan to and fro, people are in the Qingliang Kingdom.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.
I was drunk, clapping my hands and singing wildly, raising my arms to invite the moon, and becoming three guests facing each other.
Dancing and lingering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is.
I want to ride on the wind, but then I turn back. Why ride on the wings of a roc?
In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown.
Li Qingzhao
Pink lips (boudoir thoughts)
Lonely in the boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow.
Cherish the passing of spring.
What time is it to encourage the flowers to rain?
Leaning all over the corridor, but without emotion.
Where are the people?
The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Xin Qiji
Linjiang Fairy (Exploring Plum Blossoms)
As I grow old, I am too lazy to cherish flowers, but I still love plum blossoms around the river village.
One branch breaks Yuxi spring first.
No more fancy attitude, just full of snow spirit.
The beautiful scenery of the empty mountain meal left behind makes a fresh sentence for him.
Bamboo roots carry stream clouds with flowing water.
Drunk and confused, I cannot remember the journey home at dusk.
Li Bai
Xianghe's Songs·Two Songs of Encounter
Riding a five-flowered horse in court, he came out of the silver platform to pay homage to the emperor.
Whose family is beautiful? The clouds, carriages and beads are spread out.
The golden whip points from far away, but the jade is close and late.
Jia Hu asked each other, and the doubts came from heaven.
My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow, and the setting sun is urging me again.
How light it is to get off the car, floating like falling plum blossoms.
Invite into Qingqi Gate, sing and hold the cup.
Holding a cup to reflect the singing fan, it is like seeing the moon in the clouds.
It is better not to meet each other than to meet each other or not to be in love with each other.
The love has been deep since we met each other, and we can know our hearts without saying a word.
Hu Wei is guarding the empty boudoir, sleeping alone and worrying about the brocade quilt.
The brocade quilt and the silk curtain will sometimes be entwined.
The spring breeze is blowing, and it is too late for the evening rain to come.
I hope that because of the three blue birds, I will be rewarded with long-lasting lovesickness.
Situation does not wait for others, hair becomes silk in a moment.
I lost my pleasure back then, and become sad when I grow old.
By adhering to this secret meaning, there will be no good days left.
When we meet in the world of mortals, we bow to the golden whip.
In the poplar tree of ten thousand households, over there is the Jun family.
Du Fu
Recalling the past travels
Recalling the past, I looked for a small hole in the north, and the roar of the Hong River passed over Qingge.
How miserable is Gen Cen Qinghui if he can’t see Mr. Huagai after all his hard work?
There is no one on the thousand cliffs and the whole valley is quiet. I turn around in three steps and sit down in five steps.
Qiu Shan's eyes are cold and his soul has not yet returned, and the immortal is in tears due to admiration.
Who among the disciples stayed in the white thatched cottage, and Mr. Lu opened the bronze lock alone.
The towel is used to remove the incense and the remaining medicine dust is pounded, and the steps are removed to remove the ashes and burn the elixir fire.
The hanging garden of Cangzhou is vast and vast, and the golden festival feathers are graceful.
The sunset is reflected in the early glow, and suddenly everything is possible.
When the sound of pines, wind and streams merge together, the blue and yellow bears crow towards me.
It is in vain to consult and caress the ruins, but the dream is still there.
The hidden secrets must be taught internally. How can you make your wishes come true in your old age?
I even asked Dong Lianshi of Hengyang, and Nanfu had already drummed in Xiaoxiangtai.
A flowering tree
Xi Murong
How to make you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
For this
I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years
I begged the Buddha to let us have a mortal relationship
The Buddha then transformed me into a human being. A tree
grows by the road you must pass
under the sun
carefully blooms with flowers
everything is The hope of my previous life
When you come closer
Please listen carefully
The trembling leaves
are my passion for waiting< /p>
And when you finally walked by indifferently
The thing that fell on the ground behind you
My friend
Those are not petals< /p>
That is my withering heart