"Song of Lanxi River"
——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the country can be seen in the mirror.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night.
"Long Song Xing"
——Han·Anonymous
The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set in the morning dew.
Budze in spring brings brilliance to all things.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.
When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west?
If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
"Song of Tomorrow"
——Ming Wenjia
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.
If you wait for tomorrow every day, everything will be wasted.
Everyone in the world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow will be endless.
The water rolls eastward in the morning and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times.
What will happen in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.
"Seven Steps of Poetry"
——Wei Cao Zhi
Boil the beans to make soup, and drain the black beans to make juice.
The beetles are blooming under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
Since they are born from the same root, there is no need to rush into mutual conflict.
"Returning to My Hometown"
——He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
When a young boy left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest is from.
"Passing an Old Friend's Village"
——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside.
Have a banquet in the garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.
"Birdsong Stream"
——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
Fourteen of the seventeen poems in "Qiupu Song"
——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The fire in the furnace shines on the sky and the earth, and the red stars are scattered in the purple smoke.
On a bright moonlit night, Nanlang’s songs move Hanchuan.
"Early Spring Rain"
——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
"Late Spring"
——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other.
The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
"Encouraging Learning"
——Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty
It is the time for men to study when the lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock.
Black-haired people don’t know how to study early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
"Thrush"
——Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Hundreds of chirps and thousands of sounds move at will, the mountain flowers are red and the purple trees are high and low.
I just realized that listening to the golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest.
"A Child Making Ice"
——Yang Wanli of the Tang Dynasty
A child takes off the ice from the golden basin at dawn, and threads the colored silk through it to serve as a silver jade.
The sound of a jade chime made its way through the forest, and suddenly there was the sound of broken glass.
"Spring Day"
——Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
On the beautiful Surabaya coast, the boundless scenery is new.
Easy to recognize the east wind, colorful colors are always spring.