A wonderful ancient poem that laments that history is like running water and things have changed.

Chinese cinnamon

Wang Anshi

This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sailing towards the sunset, leaning against the west wind and leaning against the wine flag. It's hard to draw a picture when the boat is light and the heron rises to the Milky Way.

Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and continue to hate. Throughout the ages, depending on the level, share weal and woe. The past of the Six Dynasties flows with the water, cold smoke and green grass. Today, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.

Heiweipai

Liu Yuxi

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Gardens in the Golden Valley

Du Mu

The bustling past is gone with the fragrance of dust; The water is ruthless, and weeds are green every year until spring.

The birds groaned, and night came with the sound of the east wind; Falling flowers are as beautiful as green beads falling from upstairs.

Stone city

Liu Yuxi

The mountains are still the same, surrounded by abandoned ancient capitals, and the tide is beating against the lonely empty city as in the past.

On the east bank of Huaihe River, the ancient cold moon, midnight, peep at the old palace.

The Old Times of Xibao Mountain

Liu Yuxi

Since Wang Jun brought his towering ship down from Yizhou, the ghost of the royal family has languished in Nanjing.

The long Zhang Qian chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered on the stone wall.

How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold.

It is the day when the China world is unified. The ancient fortress is full of ruins and autumn reeds.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Yu Li

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.

Yongyule

Xin Qiji

Throughout the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhongmou is everywhere. Dancing pavilions and singing platforms always blow away. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Think that year, Jin Ge iron horse, swallowing Wan Li like a tiger. However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. In forty-three years, I still remember that in Hope, I had a bonfire on Yangzhou Road. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who asked, Lian Po is too old to eat?