Gong Zizhen's poems are not heartless, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
Zhang Xianqian is not old, and his feelings are hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
One of Huang Jingren's two poems is like this star. It is not last night. For whom did the wind and dew stand at midnight?
Yuan Zhen sent three sad songs, the third one will open his eyes all night, the brow of lifelong trouble.
Du Fu and Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
Li Shangyin has no topic. Spring silkworms have to weave until they die, and tears are exhausted every night.
2. Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
3. Ask what the world is like and teach life and death. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a saying that the clouds in Wan Li and the snow in Qian Shan are only for whom.