Wandering in poetry

Wandering in the ocean of China's classical poetry, I can't bear to leave. "But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan" makes me feel romantic elegance; "There are thousands of spacious buildings in Qian Qian, and all the poor people in the world are happy" makes me understand the repression of realism; "Jian Peijun is pale and the white dew is frost" makes me feel that The Book of Songs has a long history. "I take a long breath to hide my tears and lament the hardships of people's lives" also let me appreciate the profoundness of Chu ci; "Looking for, lonely and sad" made me feel the sadness of the graceful school; "Big Jiangdong has gone to the waves, a romantic figure through the ages" made me understand the uninhibited in the uninhibited. ......