Du Fu
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
An autumn night in the mountains
Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Shuni virus
mutually
Du Fu
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
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Everything is fate.
Everything is a cloud of smoke.
Everything is the beginning without an ending.
Everything is a fleeting pursuit.
All happiness has no smile.
All sufferings have no tears.
All languages are repetitive.
All contacts are new.
All the love is in my heart.
All the past is in a dream.
All hope is accompanied by notes.
All faiths groan.
There was a moment of silence when everything broke out.
All deaths have long echoes.
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Come on,
Fallen leaves blow into deep valleys,
Singing has no home.
Come on,
Moonlight on the ice,
It has overflowed from the river.
Come on,
Looking at the same sky,
The heart beats the drum of twilight.
Come on,
We haven't lost our memories,
Let's find the lake of life.
Come on,
Road, road,
There are full of red poppies.
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Mean is the passport of the mean,
Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,
Look, in the golden sky,
Full of twisted reflections of the dead.
The ice age is over,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,
Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
Just paper, rope and numbers,
Before the trial,
Read those condemned voices.
Tell you what, world.
I don't believe it.
Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe in death without retribution
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,
Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,
If land is destined to rise,
Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
New turning points and shining stars,
Let the sky have nothing to hide.
This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,
Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.
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