What works on poetry were there in Yuan Dynasty?

"Qian Shunju Pingli" Zhao Meng? \

The east wind blows flowers and basks in the sun, while the branches suppress snow and dust.

Su Luo's clothes shine with the light of youth, and if there is a pear garden person in his eyes.

Climbing the pole makes people afraid of the sun. Only today's paper is empty.

If you look good, your worries will turn more, and you can sell the first song as you like.

Wang Mian of Mo Mei

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

Liu Yin, look at Mei's feeling.

The east wind blew away the dust and sand, dreaming of Chu Shi's home in the West Lake.

I'm afraid that the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River will decrease, which is not plum blossom.

Tomb of Zhao Meng, King Yue and King E? \

The grassland is desolate, only autumn grass and stone animals.

Officials in Nandu look down on the state capital, but the people in the Central Plains are still looking forward to Wang Shi's banner.

When a hero is killed, it is too late to regret, and the world is doomed.

Don't sing this poem to the West Lake. I can't sing it.

Sadulla in "Going to Beijing is a Business"

Sheep and sheep are walking in the sunset, and the air is filled with the fragrance of weeds and the sweetness of cheese.

Wind and sand are like snow, and every family has felt curtains.

Water fairy self-sufficient poplar

Old occupation in Xinghua Village, thin bamboo thin plum Chu Shi home.

Dig deep and shallow.

The wine is new, and there are chickens, dolphins, bamboo shoots and rattan flowers.

Guests have home-cooked meals, monks come to Grain Rain for tea and make alchemy sand in their spare time.

Goat Lishan nostalgia

Zhang

Looking around Mount Li, the house is brightly lit. Where was the luxury then?

I see the grass is thin and the water is long, but I still hate foggy trees.

China, Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han, Chu,

If you win, everything has changed and the soil has been built; What is lost has become dirt.

Tian Jingsha Qiu Si, Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.