Knock on the door of poetry and handwritten newspaper
Ancient poetry
Jueju
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river.
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Flowers for Qing
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Night at the pavilion
Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is frozen and snowy.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..