An ancient poem about my ideal

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.

Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.

Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

Meng Haoran. The prime minister of Dongting Lake is Zhang.

Rich people don't have to buy fertile land, there are millet in the book.

There is no need to build a high-rise building to live in, and the book has its own golden house.

Don't hate unscrupulous media when you get married. Yan Ruyu is in the book.

Don't hate a person when you go out. There are so many chariots and horses in the book.

A man wants to achieve his life, he studies diligently in front of the window.

Song Zhenzong (Zhao Heng). Sydney slices

To the monarch, Yao and Shun, and then make the customs pure.

Excerpts from Du Fu's Zuo Er Shi Yun

There are few lovers in the deep alley, and Ruan Lang only stays in the dream.

Whose seat is Luo Qi Xiangxiang? Where does the wind blow Qiu Ge?

The street was beating drums and sleeping, and the gossip in the court was a mess.

Ann can chase people, Wan Li is not in the same boat.

Tang Yu was silent. Late spring is the most important.

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Two Great Poems of Don't Move

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

Wang Bo. Send Du Shaofu to Xuzhou.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

Excerpted from Li Bai's "Difficult is the way of the world I"

There are many more, which I can't remember at the moment.