The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke of jackdaws in the old trees, and the shadow of a flying red bird. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Tianjingsha·Qiu Si·Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees are full of crows, and there are small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Mountain Travel · Du Mu
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Woyi Alley · Liu Yuxi
There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, king Xietang had a swallow in front of the hall and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Langtaosha·Liu Yuxi
The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds blow it from the end of the world. Now we go straight up the Milky Way to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.
Beside the Luoshui Bridge, the spring sun is slanting, and the blue water is clear and the sand is shallow. There was a strong wind on the road for no reason, causing the mandarin ducks to fly out of the waves.
The waves and sand are blowing at the head of Parrot Island, and the sun is setting in the spring at the brothel. Swallows holding mud in their mouths fight to return to their homes, and a mad man alone does not remember his home.
There are flowers on both sides of the Zhuojin River, and the spring breeze is blowing the waves washing the sand. The girl cuts off the mandarin duck brocade, and the sunset will flow into the middle.
The water threshold brings the heart to life·Du Fu
Going to Guoxuan Yingchang, there is no village to look at. The Chengjiang River is flat on a few banks, and the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening.
In the drizzle, fish come out, and in the breeze, swallows slant. There are 100,000 households in the city, but there are only two or three here.
Mooring in Qinhuai·Du Mu
The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night. The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
Spring Snow · Han Yu
The new year is not yet full of youth, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
Visiting my old friend Meng Haoran in Zhuangzhuang
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
We opened a garden and drank wine and talked about mulberry and hemp. On the Double Ninth Festival, we even came to drink chrysanthemums.
Huanxisha·Su Shi
Jujube flowers are falling on clothes and towels, reeling wheels are ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold by old willows in cow clothes.
I am sleepy after a long journey due to alcohol. I am thirsty and thinking about tea. I knock on the door and ask about the wild people.
Looking at the sea tide · Qin Guan
The plum blossoms are sparse, the ice is melting and leaking, and the east wind secretly changes the years.
Wandering in the golden valley, walking in the alleys of bronze camels, walking on the smooth sand in the new clear weather.
When I accidentally followed the car, I was dancing with butterflies, full of sweet thoughts.
The peach branches are under the willows, and the beauty of spring comes to everyone at random.
In the West Garden, I drank and sang bamboo tea at night. There were bright lanterns blocking the moon and flying canopies blocking the flowers.
The Orchid Garden is not empty, and the pedestrians are getting older, and it will be a shame to start again.
The smoke and wine are rising. But as far as the eye can see from the Qilou, I can see crows from time to time.
I have no choice but to return to my heart, secretly following the flowing water to the end of the world.
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"Reflections on Reading" by Zhu Xi
A half-acre square pond is opened,
The skylight and cloud shadows linger endlessly.
Ask the canal how clear it is,
so that there is a source of running water.
"A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It" by Ye Shaoweng< /p>
In response to the green moss that marks the teeth of clogs,
The small buckle firewood leaf cannot be opened for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed,
a single branch The red apricots come out of the wall.
"A Storm and Rainstorm on November 4th" Lu You
Lying in a lonely village without mourning,
I still think of serving the country. Luntai.
I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain,
Iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
Climb high to Du Fu
The wind is strong and the sky is high. Howling mournfully,
The white bird flies back from the clear sand of Zhugong.
The endless falling trees rustle,
The endless Yangtze River rolls in.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn,
A disease that has lasted for a hundred years appears alone on the stage.
Hardness and bitterness hate the frost on the temples,
The wine glass is full of new wine.
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The words of the song seem to be looking forward to love, what is left, dilemma, love is just one word, these modern words
Ancient style song: simmering wine and suddenly remembering Jiuguanhe Etiquette State Poetry Town