On Li Bai's Landing on Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing
There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.
Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.
The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two.
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
The second ambassador of Paiyuan, Anxi Wangwei.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Du Fu in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Three more modern songs
Accidental (Xu Zhimo 1926)
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You don't have to be surprised;
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, and I have my direction;
You may remember, but you'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection.
Prayer (Cai Qijiao 1975)
I pray that it will be windy in summer and rainy in winter.
I pray that the flowers are red and purple,
I pray that love will not be laughed at,
Fall and be supported;
I prayed for sympathy—
When people are sad
At least give some comfort.
Instead of coldly Leng Mei;
I pray for knowledge like a fountain.
It's pouring in every day,
Not this prohibition, that prohibition;
I pray that this song comes from everyone's chest.
Nobody wants to be a model.
Set high and low levels for all tones;
I pray
One day, no one will
Pray like me!
Waiting (Sun 65438+ Qingdao April 0980)
I don't know when the tide has ebbed.
Leave a ship without oars.
I can't hear the sound of the waves
I can't hear the cry of the storm.
It ran aground quietly on the beach.
Seems a little lonely and sad.
But it stubbornly waited.
Waiting for the tide to return to the coast.
How can I not drift?
After all, it is a ship. ......