The problem of ancient poetry! ! ! !

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

There will be wine, and the cups will not stop.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.

Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.

Flowers fall, children don't sweep, eagles crow and tourists sleep.

Trees are all autumn, and mountains only have light.

The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Grasshoppers fly in February,

The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

When the wood falls, the wild goose is south and the north wind is cold.

When the wood falls, the wild goose is south and the north wind is cold.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Qu Shi has sunk to death, and the Chu people can't bear it.

Wait until the mountain is on holiday and change chrysanthemums.

Look inside and outside the Great Wall. It's so vast.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?

After all, the world is just a small place.

If you don't work hard, you will be sad when you arrive.