Zhang Jide's Qiu Si
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
2. Du Fu's Hope for 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.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
3. Gao Shi's Night Shift
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
4. Li Bai's Guan Shanyue
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
5. Cui Tu Spring Festival Evening
Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring.
Hu Die's dreamer Wan Li and Zi Guizhi were late at night last month.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Naturally, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?
6. Du Muti Mulan Temple? 》?
As a man, I once had a thrush dream.
A few times, the wine brush piled on the cloud to wish Princess Ming.