Song poetry belongs to Su Shi, Li Qingzhao, Lu You, Li Yu
The Book of Songs is even older.
drinking Alone with the Moon of Li Bai
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three
Du Fu
but before he could conquer, he was dead and and heroes have wept on their coats ever since. Shu Xiang
Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc
The Bianshui River flows to Wu Shan, the ancient ferry terminal in Guazhou, and there is a little bit of sorrow
I miss you for a long time, and I hate you until I return to the stone, so that people in the Ming Dynasty rest on the building
Li Qingzhao
Struggle for the ferry, and a pool of gulls and herons is started up
The moon is full, and the west building is full
The lotus root is fragrant, and the jade is lingering. When it's still cold, it's the hardest thing to drink
how can three glasses and two light wines be inferior to him?
Xin Qiji
drunk, looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing horns.
8-mile-long fire, and 5-string sound beyond the Great Wall. This is a parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Lu, who is made of horses, is flying fast, and his bow is like a thunderbolt. It is a good idea for the emperor to accomplish the great cause of recovering the lost territory of the country, and to achieve a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white - haired man!
Su Shi
I like Jiangchengzi best.
I don't think about it for ten years, but I can't forget it. There is nowhere to talk about it.
Even if we meet, we shouldn't know the dust, and our temples are like frost.
The window in Xiao Xuan is dressing up and caring for each other, but there are thousands of lines of tears.
I expect to be heartbroken every year, and I will be short in Matsuoka on a moonlit night.
I will travel on the land <
dongfeng evil, with a weak sense of joy,
a feeling of sadness, a few years apart,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is the same, people are thin and empty, and tears are red and full of tears;
Peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle.
Although the Mountain League is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book.
Mo, Mo, Mo.
There are also several poems
Zhang Ruoxu's Moonlit Night on the Spring River
Li Bai's Coming into the Wine
Su Shi's Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia
When will there be a bright moon in the water?
The poems of the book of songs include Jia Jian and Guan Lu. > I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth, the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo
Who first saw the moon, the river and the moon at the beginning of the year?
At this time, I don't know each other, and I hope to shine on you month by month.
Once the sea was difficult to water forever amber
I thought about it for a long time, and I hated it until I returned.
The waves are meaningful, the snow is heavy, the peaches and plums are silent, and a team of spring, a pot of wine and a pole of nylon are there? In the second half, I prefer
teenagers who don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with floors, and assign new words to worry
Now they know all their worries, and they want to talk about it, but they still want to talk about it, but it's cool, but it's a good autumn
Hating you is not like a river building, north, south, east, west, north, south, east and west, but you can't leave each other
A gentleman is like a river building, but it's
flowers bloom on the other side of the Naihe Bridge, but how can we forget the past events in this life? Why should we keep our old friends in the afterlife?
what if life is just like the first sight?
who has pity on the blooming flowers?
Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, but she was in a hurry and had no choice but to attract cold rain. Naturally, people grow up and hate water.
If you don't stop cutting, it's chaos. It's parting from sorrow. It's a taste in your heart.
It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night.
Lu You
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city; Dongfeng evil, with a weak feeling of joy, was sad for a few years, and was wrong, wrong and wrong. Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sorrowful; Peach blossoms fall, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to entrust the book, mo, mo, mo.
Tang Wan
The world is thin and human feelings are evil, and flowers are easy to fall when the rain sends them at dusk; The breeze is dry, the tears are residual, and it is difficult, difficult and difficult to rely on the diagonal alone. People become different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a thousand miles; The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dim, people are afraid to ask questions, and they swallow their tears to pretend to be happy, hide, hide, hide.
when I suddenly look back, the man is in the dim light.
Every year, the flowers are similar, and every year, people are different.
I hope people will travel for a long time. * * * Chanjuan
The flowers drift from the water, one kind of lovesickness and two places of leisure. There's nowhere to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel guilty.
Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever and has come and gone before I knew
wrote a pair of lovebirds in the sky, and and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.
did not regret it when her clothes became wider, which made people haggard for Iraq.
Only when they would not miss each other in their lives would they miss each other, which would harm them. Body like floating clouds, the heart like swirling Catkin, like the like, like a Continuously. There is a trace of remaining fragrance left here, the beloved has no idea where to stay?