Poems that go through the trough and return to the peak.

My retreat in Zhongnanshan.

Don

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

"It's hard for me to go."

Tang Libai

The cost of pure wine, gold cup, a hip flask of 10 thousand copper, jade plate worth 10 thousand dollars.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

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

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, there are many roads, where is Ann now?

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

Two autumn poems, the first part

Yuxi Liu Tang

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

See you at the first meal in Yangzhou.

Yuxi Liu Tang

The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.

People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.

Lin Jiangxian, who will believe it if you haven't met a robber?

Song Hou Meng

Who will believe you if you don't meet the loose-packed, but I can't find your name now.

A good craftsman will paint a description for no reason.

When the wind is gently borrowed, it will go to heaven in one fell swoop.

I have to boast that I am making steady progress. I just doubt that I will go to the moon.

The sunset is red when it rains.

A few people on the ground looked at me in the blue sky.