Yunyang went to war, and merchants on both sides of the strait were spared.
Why bother tugboat when the black ox rests on the moon?
Turbid water can't be drunk, and the pot pulp is half turned into soil.
When I sang the song to protect the governor, my heart burst into tears.
Ten thousand people cut stones, but they can't reach the river.
You look at Shi Mang, and you hide your tears and grieve for the ages.
Or Li Bai:
I live in Xun Wei's home in Wusong Mountain.
I live in Panasonic.
Lonely and unhappy.
Tian Jiaqiu is miserable.
My neighbor is very cold at night.
Kneel in the carved rice.
Bright moon board.
Wandering is a shame.
No, thank you for dinner.
There are also Du Fu's wedding farewell, farewell to the old and welcome the new, homelessness, three officials, and the autumn wind breaking the thatched cottage, all of which are so famous.
Bai Juyi's charcoal man
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What's the point of selling charcoal? You can't eat with clothes on.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, I came to this city with a foot of snow. I drove a charcoal car on the ice.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who are the two riders? Yellow messenger and white shirt.
Holding the document was forgiven, and the cow was led north when she got back to the car.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
More representative.