However, the water is still flowing. Although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is still there. Although we drown them with wine, Li Bai, Lou Shu Shu Yun of Xie Tiao, Xuanzhou.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. Li Bai, popular in the north.
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Li Bai, here comes the wine.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Li Bai, here comes the wine.
I often think of the sunset in Xiting, but I don't know my way home. I long to return to the boat at night and wander in the depths of the lotus. Li Qingzhao, the order of a dream
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. Li Qingzhao, five wonders
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. The voice is very slow, Li Qingzhao
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. The voice is very slow, Li Qingzhao
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di and Wang Wei.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! . Answer to Deputy Magistrates Zhang and Wang Wei
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Chengwei district Wang Wei
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. Li Shangyin in Jinse
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. "Le Garden Scenic Area" Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night
"Li Shangyin