Farewell to the ancient original grass
Visiting Xiangyang Huai Meng Haoran
Li Bai's Tomb
Jujube Tree in the Apricot Garden
Handan is homesick on the winter solstice night
Song of Everlasting Regret
Discussing marriage
Chongfu
Sad to the house
Light fat
Buy flowers
View the harvested wheat
Li Duwei’s ancient sword
Gutong in Yunju Temple
Sad Journey
Given inside
Eight poems about wood (select two)
Fifty New Yuefu Poems·Preface
Part 1 People with white hair in Yang
Xinfeng Broken Arm Man
Taihang Road
Taozhou people
Red Thread Carpet
Du Lingsou
Liao Ling
The charcoal seller
The silver vase at the bottom of the well
Black Pool Dragon
The sky can be spent
Qin Ji is here
Drunkly reminiscing about Yuanjiu with Li Shiyi
Cherishing the peonies (choose one of the two)
Wangyi Terrace
Village Night
Crying Kong Kan
Those who pick Rehmannia glutinosa
It is bitterly cold in the village
Three poems about returning to the field (select one)
Guanjia
Compiled my poems into fifteen volumes. Because of the title at the end of the volume, the play gave Yuanjiu Li Shiyu and Yuanba Divination Neighbors, first of all, this is a gift
See Yuanjiu poems at Lanqiao Station
Read Yuanjiu poems in the boat
Five poems (select two)
Parrot
Title of Xunyang Tower
Pipa Line and Preface
Ye Xue
Ask Liu Shijiu
I have to write a simple letter, and I heard that I want to go down to the gorge, so I sent this to you first
Nanpu Farewell
Mujiang Yin
Yi'ai Temple
Reading Li Du's poetry collection, because of the title behind the paper
Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple
Two poems about planting flowers in Dongpo (choose one)
Zhuzhi Ci (choose two) )
Laoliu in the West of Qinzheng Building
Harem Ci
花不花
Five days after the beginning of spring
Jiang Tower invites guests at dusk
Yuhang Xingsheng
Spring title on the lake
Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
Hangzhou spring view
Ye Zheng
Hanguigui
Returning from West Lake in the evening and looking back at Gushan Temple to give gifts to all the guests
Encountering Tianbao Lesou in the south of the Yangtze River
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Five self-chanting poems (choose two)
Gu Zhongyue
Woodpecking Song
Sauvignon Blanc
The newly made silk jacket is full of feelings and chants
Have a leisurely drink with Meng Degu and make an appointment for the later period
Poems from Yangliu Branch
p>Look at the old poems of Lu Zimeng Shiyu, and most of them are harmonious with Wei Zhi. Feeling sorry for the present and sad for the past, I wrote it at the back of the volume because I gave my son to Meng.
Chi He’s eight quatrains are combined and prefaced (select four)
Dazai’s Happy Journey
Autumn Thoughts
Lotus Picking Song
Six poems about Langtaosha (choose four)
Three poems about Jiangnan (choose one)
What's the specific content? have. . . . . .
Recalling Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
How can we not remember Jiangnan?
Sauvignon Blanc
Bian water flow, Si water flow. When it reaches the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wushan is a little sad.
I miss Youyou, but I hate Youyou. I don't stop hating until I return home. People lean against the building in the bright moon.
It should be noted that all appearances are not appearances. If there is nothing left but there is still more,
I forgot to say it for a while, and the dream said that the dream is double-empty,
How can empty flowers seek fruit at the same time, how can Yang Yan find fish more?
Perturbation is Zen, Zen is movement, and if you are not Zen, immobility is just like this.
Song of Everlasting Regret
The Emperor of Han Dynasty was obsessed with sex and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it from Yu Yu for many years.
There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.
Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising, and the king will not go to court early from now on.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all in the earth, and they are poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.
The blue clouds enter from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, dancing and dancing on silk and bamboo, the king is not satisfied with it all day long.
The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.
The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.
The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.
The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye.
The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.
At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.
To appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
The emptied air rushes like lightning, ascending to the sky and entering the earth to seek for everything.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void.
The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.
There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and turn to the small jade to get a double success.
Hearing that the emperor of the Han family was envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the bead foil silver screen meanders open.
I went to bed with my temples half fresh, and came out of the hall with my corolla untidy.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an.
I will send my old things to express my deep affection, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.
But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
Viewing the harvesting of wheat
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are even busier.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Women carry baskets of food, and children carry pots of pulp.
Going with me to the salary field, the young man is in Nangang.
My feet are full of rustic heat, and my back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
My family’s farmland has been exhausted, so I’ll just throw it away to satisfy my hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry trees.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. "Ode to the Dusk River"
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