What other songs, ancient poems, such as stray songs?

It is difficult to sing on the plow, and my hands are hungry. The woman who threw the shuttle under the window was hand-woven and naked. I want to be Mo Mu. Laughing it off is worthless, and the country is naturally fat. There is Amin Phoenix in Chaoyang, and I don't know how to worship it. Thrushcross urges the public to listen first in the morning. Autumn wind is white dew, when you cry. How to fly all over the stadium in spring? Border Town is singing the West Side of Meng Jiao. Recently, the atmosphere is rather vulgar. The traveler is thirsty alone, but the owner still sells the spring. Beyond the burning bonfires and blue clouds, horses are grazing on the top of the green slope. Where the stork suddenly dreamed, he went back to sleep. Singing the name of bait cypress is unintentional. The crown is temporarily prepared for the floating world, and it is a blue sky trip. Who knows that the past is wrong with the present, and the leisure is lush. The small building should be silent, and the colorful clouds are empty. Sing Bai Juyi's immortal poems in the mountains and Wei songs in the evening. Lying in the clouds and sitting on the white stone, fifteen nights in the mountains. Go out of the hole with the water and return to the rock bamboo. Come back sooner or later, my heart is green. When Bai Juyi, a bald old man, looked in the mirror and sang old poems thoughtfully, he sang in front of the mirror. Twenty years ago, a stalk was white, but now it's all silk. You need a glass of wine after singing, and you will know the index when you are drunk. People older than me are poor and cheap, and are set to be hungry and cold. Less than my half soil, grave trees have been painted three or five branches. Today, I was lucky enough to see my head turned white, and my salary was neither thin nor humble. There is wine in front of you, but there is no bitterness in your heart, only joy is not sadness. I sang Bai Juyi's monk sitting on chess, and the bamboo on the chessboard was clear. No one can see them outside the bamboo forest. Outside the bamboo forest, people can hear the tiny gongs of two monks. A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail. Richard has been out of illness for three times and has retired for seven years. It's a pity to have a sense of security in the old age and retire to leisure, not to die, but to be poor and strong. Wei Jingnan put on her spring clothes, and Wang Shizhong came to beg for wine. You will eat enough for a year, and you can sleep with your delicious food again. Jinmen once again recited Zhou's reasoning for the people and talked about seeking self-improvement by virtue. There is nothing to ask about the far-reaching territory of the country, and he has never said anything about gods. Wen Tianxiang often followed you when he was buried last time. He went to visit his aunt in class. Take your ancestral grave with you, and hold wine pulp at the age of 18. The aunts have disappeared, and the horses are no longer in the countryside. * * * You have a bowl of rice and you are in tears. If you are poor, you will become an official, but you cannot get married. I don't have any books, so I'll go by myself. You don't want to go back, the years are endless. Chang' an holds Zhu Shu and holds geese to wait on Hou. Without books, the road is long. Eating cold food every year hurts yourself. Your old towel comb has been attacked and hidden ever since. I dare you to confess, the bald head is far away. Du Fu turned gulls in Zhu Jiang, and Liu Yin covered Guanqiao. On the match day in Jiang Fei, the grass saw spring. Tired to the bone, really talented. Poetry is calm and can't help reciting.