The ancient poem about street silhouettes is as follows:
1. The fishing fires on the riverside illuminate the sky, and the night is quiet and the silhouettes are clear.
2. Walking alone on the bridge, the shadow becomes darker and darker, and under the moon, people feel lonely and cold.
3. The spring breeze blows in the face, and the long willow silk silhouettes reflect the evening sun.
4. The snow on the cold river reflects the bright moon, and the silhouette is as cold as a knife and ice.
5. The stone path of the ancient bridge reflects the moonlight, and the silhouette is mottled in the painting.
6. The setting sun reflects the long water, and the silhouette still looks like an old dream.
7. The willow color of the lake enters the painting, and the silhouette sways in the evening breeze.
8. The night is deep and the moon is bright, and the silhouette is silently reflected in the window lattice.
9. The wind shakes the candle shadows on the horizon, and the silhouettes are mottled on the paper windows.
10. The morning sun shines brightly on the mountains, and the silhouettes dance in the wind.
11. The flowers are blooming all over the path, the night is cold, and the silhouettes are silently reflected in front of the window.
12. The autumn water is long and the sky is cool, and the silhouette is fragrant and reflects the night frost.
13. Candlelight flickers in front of the window, and mottled silhouettes enter the painting room.
14. The wind shakes the bamboo shadows into the painting, and the silhouettes dance lightly.
15. The snow fell silently, the ground was white, and the silhouette was as cold as a knife and as frosty.
16. The street silhouettes are unique, showing the elegance of the bustling city. There is a lot of traffic and people, and the night is still bright with neon lights.
17. The tall buildings tower into the clouds, and the glass curtain walls reflect the moonlight. There are many pedestrians passing by, but no one stops to listen to the wind song.
18. The west wind blows thin horse bones along the ancient road, and the setting sun slants on the heartbroken people. All the joys and sorrows in the world are worth a glass of wine and laughter.
19. The green willow trees are full of spring, and the peach blossoms are scorching and intoxicating. The beauty of the world cannot last forever, only poetry and wine can attract beautiful people.
20. There are deep grievances and hatreds in the world, and swords dance gracefully. All the heroes and heroes have become empty, leaving only the history to be passed down through the ages.
21. Who in this mortal world can realize that a dream and a good year are like water. All things in the world are fleeting, like dreams, but true love never ends.
22. It is still young in the bustling city at night, and the silhouettes of the streets reflect the moonlight. There are many pedestrians passing by, but no one stops to listen to the wind song.
23. Neon lights illuminate the night sky, and the traffic is thundering. Who can realize in the world of mortals that a dream is like water flowing through the years.
24. The mist and rain cover the river city, and the towers are reflected in the painting. Time flies and people grow old easily, and their beauty and white hair are endless.
25. The wine flags are fluttering with the fragrance of wild flowers, and the paths are deep and the shadows of bamboos are long. The guest's dream drifts away like clouds, and the moon rises above the ancient well and illuminates the cold pond.
26. The sound of Buddha in the ancient temple echoes around the green rocks, and the wild monks are busy with the blooming mountain flowers. The wind shakes the ancient branches, making the branches green, and the moon shines on the cold spring rocks.
27. Under the moonlight, I chant alone to find the ancient meaning, and walk among the flowers to recall the old words. The floating clouds in the wind covered the moon, and the night was hazy and wet clothes were exposed.
28. Sitting alone by the river thinking about old friends, the moon is bright and the waves and shadows leave no trace. The wind blows and the catkins fall gently, and the water reflects the twinkling stars.
29. The mountain temple bells ring into the evening smoke, and the small bridge flows beside the ancient pines. The shadow of a lone monk shakes a golden chime, and the moon shines on the clouds and fills the sky.
30. A dream in the Red Mansion. The night is deep, the shadow of the candle is shaking, and the lapels are filled with red tears. The melodious rhyme of the piano penetrates the blue sky, and the flowers bloom on the other side to find a close friend.