[reflection Wei] Cao Zhi
Boil beans for soup,
Fermented black beans are considered as juice.
The mash burns under the pot,
The beans are crying in the kettle.
Born from the same root,
What's the hurry?
Niaomingjian
Don
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
In the spring stream.
Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Wang Changling
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
Looking for flowers by the river alone
Tang-Du Fu
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers bent the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
Charming songbirds sing freely.
Limestone hymn
Yu Qian
A thousand hammers cut deep mountains,
When the fire started, it was idle.
I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces,
Leave your innocence in the world.
Zhu Shi
(Qing) Zheng Xie
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax,
The roots were originally in the broken rocks.
Hard work and perseverance,
East, west, north and south winds.
Recover the north and south of the Yellow River
External sword/sudden pass/harvest thistle north,
The first smell/tears/clothes.
But seeing/wife/worry,
A rambling book/collection of poems/ecstasy.
During the day/singing/drinking,
Youth/companionship/homecoming.
Namely Cong/Ba Xia/Chuan Wu Gorge,
Get off/Xiangyang/Luoyang.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
(Qing) Gong Zizhen
Kyushu is furious.
It's a pity that a thousand horses can't walk.
I suggest that god stand up again,
Don't stick to a model and leave behind talents.
Huanxisha
Su Shi
You (qí) water Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
Fu Bu, send Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang.
(Song) Wang Guan
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown. Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers.
Take the spring water and send you back. If you catch up with Jiangnan, you must live with Spring.
I'm six years old, too. I hope I can help you and adopt.