Be fair, be fair.
Qu Ping's lack of admiration for Xiang and Yan Xu's sincerity in entering the sea are fools.
Male or female, there are fish in the bed, a good brother in the north, a sister-in-law in the east, millet and gourd in the oily Long Mu, and ants floating in the muddy mash.
Millet can be eaten, mash can be drunk, and it is fair to live in it. What should I do if I get mad?
Brother Xian and sister-in-law cry.
Li He in Elegance
Be fair, be fair.
Qu Ping's lack of admiration for Xiang and Yan Xu's sincerity in entering the sea are fools.
Fair or not, there are fish in bed.
There is a good brother in the north and a sister-in-law in the east.
Oily millet and gourd, long acres of tiles, muddy mash ants floating.
Millet is edible, and mash is drinkable. It is only fair to live in it.
How can I be sent away? My brother and sister-in-law are crying.
"Miscellaneous songs?" Three Poems of Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
A thin layer of frost shone like a small mirror on my cold cushion.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon, alone, like a flower, from the center of the cloud.
Above, I saw the blue and deep sky, and the blue waves rippling.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
I miss you in a distant place. Outside the blue sky, my eyes used to shine, and now they are the source of tears.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
Beauty was full of flowers when she was here, and spent the rest of her bed when she was away.
Embroidery on the bed is not rolled, and it smells good for three years.
People don't come until the fragrance goes out.
Acacia yellow leaves fall, white dew moss.
Li Bai, thinking at night
Look at the moonlight in front of the bed, will it have frost? .
Looking up at the mountains and the moon, and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home.
Li Bai is in Sauvignon Blanc
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
Remembering my lover, he is far away from the horizon. The eyes of that year, the eyes of that year, have now become the source of tears.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
The beauty was full of flowers when she was here, and the bed was empty after she left.
Embroidery on the bed is not rolled, and it smells good for three years.
People don't come until the fragrance goes out.
Acacia yellow leaves fall, white dew moss.
"Crossing Miracle Xishan Shi Jianwu's former residence".
It is difficult to have an ambitious goal, and Xifeng lies in the green pile.
Fall in front of the bed, spring thunder is on the pillow.
When the crane saw that Dan was gone, the monk heard that Li was ripe.
Pine and bamboo are hungry, and phoenix cranes return from Pei.
Yuan Zhen, look at each other in autumn
The eaves are full of dreams, and the summer is full of cool.
Octopus has a low home net, and fireflies have a shady wall.
The dark lamp in the furnace is short, and the bed is empty and dark.
At this time, I looked at each other for a long time, and the high tree recalled the horizontal cen.
Send Qi Le to Hedong, Cen Can
Qi Le later put on a show and stood firm in Hedong.
In previous years, Li Yishan was dedicated to the Hot Spring Palace.
The son of heaven did not call and waved his whip to join the army.
I was in Chang 'an a month ago, and the money in my bag was empty.
Sometimes, on impulse, I draw peaks on the river.
Clouds on the bed, loose roof under the curtain.
Suddenly, like a tall hall, the breeze rustled.
May fire clouds, gas burning red dust.
Birds dare not fly, but they walk like a canopy.
Hua Shao and Shouyang are competing across the river.
The crescent river rises, and the light is full of Guanzhong.
Buy wine to bid farewell to the pavilion and sing with your heart.
When I got to the lonely mountain, I thanked the five old people.
Cen Can, the song of the white tiger monk
It is said that monk Hu is in Taibai and Lan Ruo is 300 feet above the sky.
Holding lenga into the peak, it is difficult for the world to see but smell the bell.
By the window, Zhang Xi untied two tigers, while under the bed, Yi Long's alms bowl was hidden.
The straw coat was not sewn or sewn, and two earlobes and shoulders covered the face.
When did the monk learn to plant pine trees in his hands today?
The heart is pure with flowing water, and the body is right and wrong with floating clouds.
The old man Shangshan already knows him, and he is willing to see how he got it.
There are monks in the mountains who don't know, there is time in the mountains, and there is beauty in the city.
"Send Meng Ruqing to Jiyang" Cen Can
I want to turn white, and my clothes are already on.
Shame over Fuling tree, return to Wenyangtian.
There are few letters in the hostel, and there is no money for drinks at the bedside.
The holy court is the disciple's side seat and the only legacy of the sages.
The gift of Wang Wei and Hu Jushi's death.
In order to understand the four reasons, what is the root cause?
If you are not born, you will be blamed.
What is the guest of color and sound, who will keep the shadow.
This just means that lotus eyes are evil.
You are full of incense and food, but you are not drunk.
It is common to have a break, and dreams have life and death.
Sickness is reality, and it will be crazy.
There is no truth and no filth.
A layman is knowledgeable, and he is full of energy and proper goodness.
There is no blanket on the bed, but there is porridge in the cadmium.
Don't beg during fasting, rinse your mouth and empty it.
Talk about a few buckets of rice to save the floating life.
Wang Wei's "Meeting the Master"
Teenagers don't need words, but they already know.
If things go well, you can regret it. If you live a happy life, you can support it.
Swear from brokeback blood, no more baby nets.
The floating name is attached to the tassel, and it is empty.
Thank the great teacher for burning incense.
Depressed to live in a room, full of troubles.
Gao Liu sings early, and the spring rain rings in the promenade.
Ruan Jiaqing is under the bed and the bamboo stick is in front of the window.
You will see clouds, and ugliness will be revealed to the world.
I have devoted myself to the law and would like to win a prize without life.
Wang Wei, a native of Guo Xiang, Zhengguo Prefecture.
The spring is bright and the vegetation is green.
Grind the mirror before the bed and the gardener under the tree.
Five horses frightened the poor lane and two children drove the old man away.
Chef China's cooking is very rough, so forgive Ruan's family for being poor.
Three poems by Wang Jian and the bride
I don't know my neighbor, so I sit on my bed.
Lang came to the door covered in money.
The brocade is horizontal on both sides to cover the maid line.
Send Lang Pu Xi to worship at home.
Come to the kitchen three days after the wedding and wash your hands to make soup.
I don't know the taste of mother-in-law. Let's make the taste of good sister-in-law first.
Zhang Hu's Wandao Zen Room
Where to cut the Zen wall, the peak on the southwest river.
The setting sun is too far away, and the leaves are scattered all over the floor.
When the world is quiet, the Tao meets the dust outside.
If you want to know, you will stay under the bed.
Song of autumn wind breaking hut Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
The cloth has been cold and iron for many years, and the pride is cracked.
There is no dry place in the bed house, and the feet are like hemp.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep?
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains.
Alas, suddenly seeing this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death alone.
Du Fu advocated weaving.
The promotion is very small, and the mourning is very touching.
Grass roots can't sing steadily, and there is a blind date under the bed.
A long-time guest has no tears, but it is difficult to let his wife go in the morning.
Worry and worry, gratitude is different and naive.
Ancient jade, the giver of the king
If you can't find it, the door seems to be closed.
The bed is covered with stones and moss, and the roof is covered with autumn grass.
It takes a short time to learn the piano, and it is easy to be late for writing.
Only after dusk, there was a clear voice in the stream.
Joe, cry for your old friend.
Where will you go has been away from home for a long time, and has gone through the sadness of Lao Lu.
Alas, all three roads are broken, within ten years.
A bird in an ancient wood nest is close, and a deserted court loves guests.
Keep the box for playing with swords, and the bed is full of books.
Jade is boundless, and the blue word is strong and empty.
If life is not satisfactory, what will happen to Chunlu?
Bai Juyi enjoys Zhang Shiba's stay.
I used to be a near minister, and you often visited me.
Now, my official position is cold, and Jun Jun travels frequently.
I am a stubborn person because of my introverted personality.
Although you have been a widow all your life, there is no phosphorus in your life.
Kuang Jun holds high righteousness and wealth as a cloud.
The families of Wuhou and Sanxiangjun, with cool eyes, are not gentlemanly.
Ask him where he travels, and tell him about Hansel alone.
Secondly, I am ashamed of myself.
Hu loves each other. At the age of 30, he is more diligent.
I left it under the eaves. Anyway, it's morning.
The smell of sheets is very thin, and I'm not too poor.
Mount the horse at sunrise, still wandering.
It hasn't rained in Chang 'an for a long time. The sun is red and the wind is weak.
It's a pity that you will get sick and make dust for me.
From Yankangli, I visited Qu.
I value the scholar's way of learning, and I am not ashamed of blind date.