Song Xin Qiji
The hero is nowhere to be found, in Sun Zhongmou.
Dancing in the pavilion and singing in the platform, the romantic wind is always blown away by the rain.
Grass trees in the setting sun, ordinary lanes, and humanitarian slaves used to live.
I miss that year, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed up.
Who's to ask, Lian Po is too old to eat?
Fisherman's pride
Shi Xiaoyou of Song Dynasty
The sound of the tide came to his pillow in the middle of the night.
Breaking the broken dreams and shaking the fright.
See the weather in Qiantang.
Wearing clothes and looking at it.
There are silver waves in the blue waves.
The moon shadow lingers in the sky.
Jin Ge Tie Ma Sen faces each other. _ _ _ _ Hui Neng's Bodhi Satoshi
Bodhi originally had no trees, and the bright mirror was not a platform.
2. It's easy to get the moon near the water tower, and it's easy to turn to the flowers and trees in the sun for spring. _ _ _ _ Su Lin's Interrogation
The balcony near the water can see the projection of the moon first, and the flowers and trees facing the sun are the easiest to form the scene of spring.
3. I have a shallow understanding of what I got on paper, and I never know that I have to do it. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Reading on a Winter Night
After all, the knowledge gained from books is not perfect, and you must practice it yourself if you want to know things thoroughly.
4. Qian Fan is on the side of the sinking boat, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Reward Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"
There are still thousands of sailboats from Qian Qian passing by the overturned ship; There are thousands of trees thriving in front of withered trees.
5. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. _ _ _ _ Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems V
The fallen flowers from the branches are not heartless things. Even if they turn into spring mud, they are willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow.
6. and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. _ _ _ _ Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted by Li Shangyin
Spring silkworms don't finish their silks until they cocoon to death, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.