Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.
The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Lao Guo Ren Zhuang Meng Haoran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Meditation after breaking the mountain temple's long stream
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.
I heard that Wang Changling left Longbiao kiln and gave this to Li Bai.
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I have sorrow in my heart, the moon is in the sky, and I will go with the wind until night falls.
Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Bo Qinhuai Du Mu
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
Huanxisha Romance
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year.
When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do. Flowers fall,
Deja vu, Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Guo Songyuan Chenchui Lacquer Shop Yang Wanli
Mo Yan has no difficulty in going down the mountain and earning empty love;
When you enter the circle of high mountains, as soon as you climb one mountain, another mountain will stop you immediately.
Like a dream, Li Qingzhao
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
After returning to the boat at night, I started a pool of gulls!
Mistaken into the depths of lotus. Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,
Startled up a beach of seagulls and herons!
Thoughts on reading Zhu
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source.
Join the army with Yang Jiong.
I feel uneasy about the bonfire shining in Xijing.
Being a centurion is better than learning.
Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one was with me until I raised my cup. I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. Since I knew we were good partners, my shadow has disappeared. Then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.
Three Du Fu Poems in Qiangzhai
Crowds of chickens are crowing and guests are beating. Drive the chickens to the tree before they smell firewood.
Four or five elders asked me about my long trip. Each of them has his own things in his hand.
"Don't say that the wine tastes weak, and no one is going to plow the millet."
Please sing an old song for your father and feel sorry for your hardships. When you stop singing, you will sigh and cry.
Deng Lou du fu
Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a homeless man's heart, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere.
The silk river with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud next to the jade peak, shuttling between ancient times and the present.
The arctic court will never change, and robbers dare not take risks from the western hills.
However, at dusk, I feel sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. At sunset, it is called the song of Fu Liang.
Song of Running Horse River Farewell to Feng, General of the Western Expedition
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! , and sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven, this September night is cold wheel towers, and valleys, full of broken boulders like pecking measures, down, upside down, with the wind, although the gray grass, Tatar horses are plump, the west of Jinshan, smoke and dust gather, oh, general of China army, start your battle! . General shining armor stayed up all night, and in the middle of the night, the armies marched in opposite directions, and the limelight was like a knife. Horse hair was soaked with snow and sweat, five flowers were spun into ice, and the grass in the curtain was condensed with ink. Qilu was scared when he heard this, but he knew that the short soldier was afraid to pick it up, and the driver Simon was waiting to provide victory.
I left and moved to Languan to show my nephew Xiang Hanyu.
A letter is typed nine days early and eight thousand at Chaoyang Road late. If you want to eliminate disasters for the holy dynasty, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!
How can the cloud cross the Qinling Mountains and bring back the green horse in the snow? Knowing that you have come a long way, you should be interested in collecting my bones by the river.
Full moon feeling Bai Juyi
Since the Henan rebellion, the brothers have been separated and are all in one place. Because of the feeling of full moon talking about books, I sent them to Brother Fuliang, Brother Qige and Brother Wujiang, and also showed them to Liv and his brothers and sisters.
My legacy was lost because of chaos and famine, and my brothers and sisters ran around here and there.
My fields and gardens were destroyed by the war, and my own flesh and blood became the scum of the street.
I groaned at my own shadow, like a lonely wandering wild goose, and I was torn from my roots like autumn grass.
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.
Lihe Yanmen Taishouhang
Dark clouds crush the city and golden light shines on the sun. In autumn, the horn sounded all over the sky, and the night was full of purple.
Half a roll of red flag is near the Yihe River, and the frost is heavy and cold. I want to express my gratitude to you on the golden platform and take Yulong to death.
Operator? Send Bao Haoran to Wang Guan in eastern Zhejiang.
Water attracts eyes and mountains gather eyebrows. If you want to ask pedestrians, go to the eyebrows over there.
Just send you home in the spring, and then send you home. If you go to Jiangnan to catch up with spring, you must live with spring.
Xia Wanchun in another cloud.
For three years, tourists have been detained and crowned in the south today.
You can know that the spring road is close, so it is difficult for an old friend to leave.