There are touching stories in Tang poetry.
The following ten five-character quatrains,
The poem is short and sentimental, touching.
end of the world
Don
One after another, the spring scenery is unique in the world, and the red is growing westward.
Beautiful oriole, if you have tears, please sprinkle me on the beautiful flower on the highest branch.
The flowery spring is alone at the end of the world, and the red sun at the end of the world is gradually slanting to the west. Beautiful oriole, if you have tears, please sprinkle flowers on the highest branch for me.
After listening to Zheng's words
Tangliduan
Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.
Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
The guzheng in Suzhou, Jin makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty who plays with her hands sits in front of the jade house. In order to win a comment on Zhou Lang, you see that she deliberately dialed the wrong string from time to time.
gum arabic
Don
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Red beans grow on the land in the south, and I don't know how many new branches grow every spring. I hope you can collect it to your heart's content, because red beans can best pin acacia.
say goodbye to
Don Wang Zhihuan
A willow tree in the spring breeze presents a green color along the royal river bank.
It's not so convenient to have a rest recently. It should be because there are too many people.
In the spring breeze, the willows on both sides of the Yu He River are green. It's not convenient to climb recently, it should be because there are too many people leaving.
Palace of love
Tang Bai Juyi
Sitting in Shixi, looking for flowers around the temple.
I always smell birds. It's spring everywhere.
Appreciate the colorful stones in your hands and watch them face the gurgling stream. Around the winding path next to the temple, I explored colorful wildflowers. Larks sing crisply and tactfully. The spring is ringing and the pulse is flowing.
Give your soul to your master.
Don Liu Changqing
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.
Chikurinji is hidden in the lush jungle, and the evening bell rings in the distance. Carrying a hat in the sunset, alone along the castle peak towards the distant.
Jiang Qing sends his friends off in late spring.
Don hancong
In the evening, the setting sun is low and the mountains are far away.
Grass by the green river in spring is not the time to look forward to hometown.
The sun is setting and the mountain is about to collapse. The clouds on the horizon were colorful by the setting sun. A touch of green hills in the distance is like a beautiful Cui Dai. The spring breeze blows the grass by the river. The grass is green and spreads along the river. Now is not the time to miss home.