Write some poems that change your surroundings.

The rain outside the curtain of Li Yu's "Langtaosha" is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow can't stand the cold of five people, and he doesn't know that he is a guest in his dream. Lonely, not relying on the fence, infinitely harvesting mountains, easy to see when it is difficult, running water is gone, and the world is a piece.

[Li Bai's visit to ancient times in Vietnam] The king of Yue lived in a simple house, breaking the martial arts. An upright man comes home with all his gorgeous clothes. Maid-in-waiting is like full spring palace. Only one partridge is flying today.

Yangzhou manjiangkui

Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers.

Twilight, clear corners and cold winds are all empty cities. It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now. Longitudinally speaking, cardamom is a good brothel, but it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know every year?

Guizhixiang Jinling Huaigu Wang Song Anshi

This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sailing towards the sunset, leaning against the west wind and leaning against the wine flag. It's hard to draw a picture when the boat is light and the heron rises to the Milky Way.

Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and continue to hate. Throughout the ages, depending on the level, share weal and woe. The past of the Six Dynasties flows with the water, cold smoke and green grass. Today, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.

Pull weeds up the mountain

Year: Korea

Author: Yuefu in Han Dynasty

Works: picking weeds on the mountain.

Content:

Pick weeds up the hill and see your wife down the hill.

Kneel down and ask the old father-in-law, where is the newcomer?

Although the newcomer speaks well, he is not as good as his old friend.

The color is similar, but the claws are different.

The newcomer enters the door, so the old man leaves.

New artificial weaving, so artificial weaving.

Weave a horse a day, weaving more than 50 feet.

New people are better than old people.