Hope of spring: Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and trees and grass turn green again. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
Heron Hostel: The mountains cover the daytime, and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Farewell to Fude Guyuan Grass: the boundless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Ode to a Wanderer: The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
A farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou of the Yellow Crane Tower: an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
The above is just a brief list I have provided, and there may be many poems that match it.