Guan sui
Guan sui's dove is in the river continent. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
ragged shepherd's purse flows from left to right. The beautiful and virtuous woman woke up to pursue her.
I'd love to. Long miss yo, call people to turn over and over to sleep.
pick the ragged shepherd's purse from left to right. The beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a married couple and a married couple.
ragged shepherd's purse, left and right. My Fair Lady, Bell and Drum Music
Jianjia
Jianjia is grey, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
if you follow it, the road will be blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water.
Jian Jian is growing, and the white dew is still fresh. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
if you go back and follow it, the road will be blocked and broken. Swim back from it and swim in the water.
the dew is not yet in the harvest. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
if you go back and follow it, the road is blocked and right. Swim back from it and swim in the water.
Long Songs (Young and Hard-working) (Han Yuefu)
In the green garden, the sunflower is exposed to the sun.
in the spring, everything is brilliant.
I'm always afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the yellow flowers will wither.
when will a hundred rivers go east to the sea and return to the west?
if the young don't work hard, the old will be sad.
faraway Altair
faraway Altair, Jiaojiaohe Han female. Fine hands, make a loom.
I cry like rain all day long. The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.
There are no words to describe the pulse between the water and the water.
Look at the sea.
Cao Cao
See Jieshi in the east to see the sea.
where there is water, there are mountains and islands.
there are many trees and plenty of herbs.
the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging.
the trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it;
if the star is brilliant, it will come out of it.
fortunately, even, the song sings with ambition.
a gift to my younger brother (2)
Wei and Jin dynasties ● Liu Zhen
pine trees on the pavilion hill, rustling in the valley and having a stroke.
when the wind blows, the pine branches blow.
the frost is miserable, and it is always correct at the end of the year.
don't you suffer from freezing cold, pine and cypress have nature.
Drinking (fifth) (Tao Yuanming
build house is in a human environment, and there are no cars and horses.
when you ask him what he can do, you are far from self-centered.
under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
the weather is getting better every day, and the birds are returning.
There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say
Go to Yuantianju (Tao Yuanming)
Plant beans at the foot of the south mountain, and the grass is abundant and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, manage the waste and filth, and bring the moon lotus hoe home.
The road is narrow and the grass is long, and my clothes are exposed in the evening.
The clothes are not enough to cherish, but they are not contrary to my wishes. Ask a woman what she thinks, ask her what she remembers, and she has nothing to think about and nothing to remember. See the military post last night, Khan is more soldiers. There are twelve volumes of military books, each of which bears the name of your grandfather. Grandpa has no eldest son and Mulan has no eldest brother. She is willing to be a pommel horse, so she will sign for you from now on.
buy horses in the east, saddles and bridles in the west, bridles in the south and whips in the north. Say goodbye to my parents and go to the Yellow River at dusk. I don't hear my parents calling a female voice, but I hear the yellow river splashing. But say goodbye to the Yellow River and stay in the black hills at dusk. I don't hear my parents calling out female voices, but I hear Yanshan Hu riding chirping.
when Wan Li went to Rongji, it was like flying through the mountains. The new qi transmits the gold analysis, and the cold light illuminates the iron clothes. A general dies in many battles, but a strong man returns in ten years.
I will see the son of heaven when I return, and the son of heaven will sit in the hall. Twelve turns of the policy are awarded to the top 1. Khan asked what he wanted, and Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang. I am willing to travel a thousand miles to send my son back to my hometown.
when my parents heard that my daughter was coming, they went out to help the generals. Sister-in-law heard that Sister-in-law was coming to take care of red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife to pigs and sheep. Open my East Pavilion door and sit on my West Pavilion bed. Take off my wartime robe and wear my old dress. When the window is decorated with clouds and temples, the mirror is painted yellow. When you go out to see your partner, your partner is dismayed. I have been traveling together for twelve years, but I don't know Mulan is a girl!
The male rabbit's feet are complicated, while the female rabbit's eyes are blurred. When two rabbits walk beside the ground, Ann can tell that I am a male or a female.
farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu
Wang Bo
by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, through a mist that makes five rivers one.
we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways.
and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
inaction is in the wrong way, and children * * * touch the towel.
a mooring under north fort hill (Wang Wan)
under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets.
at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
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Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
note on a rainy night to a friend in the north
You asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool.
why * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain?
Autumn Ci (Liu Yuxi)
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is better than spring tide.
A crane in a clear sky rows clouds, which brings poetry to Bixiao.
Reward Lotte for seeing you at the first banquet in Yangzhou
(Liu Yuxi)
Bashan is a desolate place with water and water, and I abandoned my place for twenty-three years.
When I went to my hometown, I was like a rotten ke,
I went to Qian Fan on the side of my sinking boat, and Wan Muchun was in front of my sick tree.
Today, I listened to a song by Jun, and I was refreshed by a glass of wine for the time being.
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Yellow Crane Tower (Cui Hao)
where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever.
every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark, with a mist of grief on the river waves.
Red Cliff (Du Mu)
The broken halberd and sinking sand iron have not been sold, so I will wash it and recognize the former dynasty.
If the east wind doesn't cooperate with Zhou Lang, the copper finches lock Er Qiao in spring.
Park Qinhuai (Du Mu)
Smoke cages are cold water and sand in the moon, and park Qinhuai near the restaurant at night.
business women don't know how to hate national subjugation, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
a message from lake dongting to premier zhang
(Meng Haoran)
here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.
and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen.
as I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, just like a fairy fish.
Passing through the Old People's Village (Meng Haoran)
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm.
we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.
a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
ambassador to the frontier (Wang Wei)
if a bicycle wants to ask about the border, it belongs to the country.
collect the wild goose from Hansai and return it to Hu Tian.
the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Xiao Guan chose to wait for a ride, and all of them were guarded by Yan Ran.
an autumn evening in the mountains Tang? Wang Wei
after rain the empty mountain stands autumnal in the evening
moonlight in its groves of pine stones of crystal in its brooks
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat
and what does it matter that springtime has gone while you are here, O Prince of Friends?
Wang Yue
Du Fu
Dai Zongfu? Out of Qilu, still visible the green peak.
the Maker endowed all the mystic Nature grace here, and? a day at once into dawn and dusk comes by..
colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye..
once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky..
longing for spring
Du Fu
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.
The thatched cottage was broken by autumn wind.
Du Fu
In August, the high wind howled, and it rolled up the triple grass on my house. Maofeidu River is sprinkled on the outskirts of the river.
The highest one hangs long forest tops, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction, openly carrying Mao into the bamboo. I can't breathe when my lips are burnt and my mouth is dry. When I return, I sigh on my staff. In a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. The cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and the arrogant child is lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bed house, and the rain feet are like hemp. Since the chaos and lack of sleep, how can you get wet all night? There are thousands of mansions in Ande, which greatly protects the world's poor people from all smiles, and the wind and rain do not move like a mountain. Alas, when I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death alone.
Shu Xiang
Du Fu
where is the temple of the famous Premier, in a deep pine grove near the City of Silk.
with the green grass of spring colouring the steps, and birds chirping happily under the leaves.
the third summons weighted him with affairs of state, and to two generations he gave his true heart.
but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since.
the seven quatrains of looking for flowers by the river (the sixth)
Du Fu
The flowers in Huangsi's maiden are full of exotic flowers, and thousands of flowers are low.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the charming warblers just crow.
a night abroad Du Fu
a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast. The boundless plain fringed with stars hanging low. The moon surges with the river on the flow.
if only my art might bring me fame, and free my sick old age from office!. Flitting, flitting, what am I like, but a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!.
Military Vehicle Shop
Du Fu
Car Crash, Ma Xiaoxiao, each man of you has a bow and a quiver at his belt. Father, mother, son, wife, stare at you going,
till dust shall have buried the bridge beyond Chang'an. Take the clothes and stop crying, and the sound of their sorrow goes up to the clouds.
passers-by ask pedestrians, you can only say to him that you have to go. We remember others at fifteen sent north to guard the river,
and at forty sent west to cultivate the campfarms. In the middle of the long, the hair was tied up with a turban, and when they returned, they were bald and guarded the border.
at the border where the blood of men spills like the sea, and still the heart of Emperor Wu is beating for war.
You don't know the Han family, and in thousands of villages, nothing grows but weeds, 2 states in Shandong.
and though strong women have bent to the ploughing, east and west the furrows all are broken down?. Men of China are able to face the stiffest battle,
but their officers drive them like chickens and dogs. Whatever is asked of them, dare they complain?.
for example, this winter, held west of the gate. Challenged for taxes, how could they pay?.
we have learned that to have a son is bad luck, it is very much better to have a daughter.. To have a daughter is to marry a neighbor,
while under the sod we bury our boys. Don't you see Qinghai Head, at all the old white bones forsaken.
new ghosts are wailing there now with the old, loudest in the dark sky of a stormy day.
it is hard to go (1) (Li Bai)
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, whose jade plate is a treasure, is worth ten thousand yuan.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, I would climb the Taihang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow.
Come fishing and sit on the stream, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go, it is hard to go, many roads, are now in peace.
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea
seeing friends off (Li Bai)
with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water.
here you must leave me and drift away, like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles.
I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me.
we wave our hands to say good-bye, and my horse is neighing again and again.
bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry (Li Bai)
sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south.
where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces.
and the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao to the left and sent this message (Li Bai)
The flowers of Yang fell to the ground, and Wen Daolong crossed the five streams.
I'm worried about the bright moon, and I'll stay with you until the night comes!
Li Bai
Have you seen how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven and entering the ocean, never to return?
have you seen how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers and though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow?
oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!.
since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!.
cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite, and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink!.
master cen, Dan qiusheng, will drink, and don't stop drinking.
let me sing you a song!, please listen to me.
what are bell and drum, rare dishes and treasure?, let me be forever drunk and never come to reason!.
sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, and only the great drinkers are famous for all time.
prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection, ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip.
why say, my host, that your money is gone?, go and buy wine and we'll drink it together!.
five-flowered horse, golden fur. Hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine,
share your worries for ever.
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake (Bai Juyi)
Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
several early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud.
flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.
I like the lack of eastward travel of the lake, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar.
Bai Juyi's "Watching Mowing Wheat"
In May, people are twice as busy as those in the family.
at night, when the south wind comes, the wheat turns yellow.
the mother-in-law is full of food, and the child is carrying a pot paddle.
Xiang went with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
it's full of rustic heat, and the back burns in the sun.
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
there is a poor woman again, holding her son by her side.
the right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.
it's sad to hear what they care about.
I've lost all my taxes, so I'll take this to satisfy my hunger.
what merits do I have today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
Li Lu has three hundred stones, and Yan has surplus grain at the age of one.
I'm ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it every day.
a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple
Chang Jian
in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops.
The bamboo trail leads to seclusion, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.
and a thousand sounds are quieted, but the bells chimed.
Yewang (Wang Ji)
Donggao looks at dusk, and what is the migration desire?
the trees are all in autumn, and the hills and mountains are only shining.
the shepherd drives the calves back, and the hunting horse brings the birds back.
I have never known each other, and Long song is pregnant with Wei.
in the early spring, it was outside the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba.
Han Yu
The rain in the sky was crisp, but the grass was not near at a distance.
the best benefit of a spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows filling the imperial capital.
Han Yu's "Moving Left to Languan to Show My Grandnephew Xiang"
A letter plays in the morning and belittles Chaozhou Road by eight thousand in the evening.
if you want to eliminate evils for the wise, you will be willing to decline and cherish the old age!
where is yunhengzouling's home? The snow held the horse back.
I know that you should be interested in coming from afar, so that I can collect my bones by the river.
wild goose gate satrap
Author: Li He
Dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, and the light is spreading to the sun.
the horn is sounding all over the sky in autumn, and the night purple is stuffed with steamed fat.
at half mast, the red flag is approaching Yishui, and the frost is heavy and cold.
I'd like to express my gratitude to you on the golden platform, and take Yulong to your death.
Zhang Ruoxu's Moonlit Night on the Spring River
The spring river is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I go with the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moon on the riverside. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like graupel. The time flies in the air, but the white sand on Ting is invisible. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky. Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines on people at the beginning of the month. Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is overwhelmed. Whose boat is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building. Poor people wander upstairs and the moon, so they should leave people to make up the mirror. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, so it can be returned on the anvil. this moment