Bai Juyi's Rain at Night: I miss someone, and I am far from home. I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines.
Luo Yin's Bei Tie: When the time comes, heaven and earth are United, and heroes cannot be transported freely. ?
Lu You's Two Thoughts on Going out of the Hedge Gate in Autumn Night to Meet the Cold: The adherents shed tears and looked at Julian Waghann for another year.
Cao Song's "Two Years Old"? The first year of Xuanzong Guangming: with your words, you can seal the Hou's affairs and make great achievements.
Tan Sitong's Feeling: Nothing in the world is equal to the sorrow of spring, and I cry pale and bright. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
Chen Yinque's "Remembering the Former Residence": I have been angry all my life, and no one in the world is facing the sunset.
Li Shangyin's "Jinse": Men shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathe their jadeite to the sun. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Chen Tao's Four Books of Longxi: Vowing to sweep the Huns regardless of their health, 5,000 sable brocade mourned Chen Hu. Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.
Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou": Bashan Chu River is desolate, and he gave up on himself in 23 years. People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.
Du Fu's Sad Green Sakamoto: The snowy ice field is bleak, and the green is a white bone. How can I attach a book to our army? Don't be hasty until next year.
Four poems in Yuan Zhen's Thoughts: Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Xu Wei's "Ink Grape Map": Half-life became an elderly man, and self-study roared in the evening breeze. The pearls at the bottom of the pen have nowhere to sell, but they are thrown into wild vines.
The ancient poem "Join the Army on the 15th": Join the Army on the 15th, but never return at the 80th. Everyone in the village, who is at home? Looking into the distance is your home, with countless pines and cypresses. Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam. In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born. I don't know who is interested in soup and rice after cooking for a while. Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.