1. "The Original Intention of Youth Travel"
Era: Contemporary Author: Jin Yong
The green shirt is walking on the dangerous peaks, and the moon is shining brightly on the jade wall.
The sound of horses is fragrant, the cliffs are high and people are far away, and there are wrinkles on the slightest step.
Whose family’s children belong to which family’s family? No regrets.
The tiger roars and the dragon roars, the oriole changes its nest and the phoenix changes its nest, and the sword energy is filled with green smoke.
2. "Reading Newspaper"
Era: Contemporary Author: Qian Zhongshu
If you can find peace in exchange for peace, you can divide Ma Yuanshan again.
Try to think about how many sections of the liver and intestines are forbidden, and the lips and teeth will be lost.
It accumulates dust into the world and escapes to the end, but it is still stubborn to mend stones and ask about the sky.
The young man's head turns white as he chants, but he should not live in chaos until he grows old.
3. "My uncle sent a poem to invite him to visit Huangshan after he became ill"
Era: Contemporary Author: Qian Zhongshu
After his illness, he was still full of energy and wanted to see flowers. Intermittent language skills.
A veteran knows the way to a horse in a poem, and a strong-minded man takes off his eagle after drinking.
The loss of relatives and friends adds to the affection, and the loss of one's name and reputation avoids the increase of slander.
If you want to step into the sky to reward Su Nuo, it may be difficult for you to win with new strength.
4. "Answer to the Uncle's Thoughts on Seeing His Love Under the Flowers"
Era: Contemporary Author: Qian Zhongshu
A rabbit's hair will fade away and all his talents will be lost, and his horse's teeth will be gone Jia Xing's temples are already gray.
To rely solely on old friends for comfort and not to increase or decrease is to be rude.
5. "Charming Sorrow"
Era: Contemporary Author: Qian Zhongshu
Thousands of plans have been given up, but the only way to return is to return to the heart without restraint.
The Qingtian Avenue goes astray, and I miss the Yangtze River day and night.
Dry worry and persistent worry were heard in ancient times, but now I am so depressed that I am dumb.
I can’t speak and write endlessly, and thousands of dendrobium husks rise and fall in my chest.
Suspicion of ghosts and ghosts occupying the liver and intestines is definitely like a fox and rat hiding place in the city.
My throat is so tight that I want to vomit, but I can't. What can I do if I stick to my tongue?
A sigh is like Yuan Mingqin, the strings are silent and there are few people with knowledge and interest.
Even if something is unfair, it will still have its sound. I am worried and should not write poems.
Poetry is full of words, even if it is itchy, it is also false.