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Li Bai: Drinking alone with a pot of wine among the flowers under the moon, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. Du Fu: I hope what happens to Yue Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn. There are clouds growing in the chest of the soup, and birds returning to the canthus. When meeting at the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains at a glance. Du Fu: There is a beautiful woman who is the most beautiful woman in the world and lives in seclusion in an empty valley. From Yunliang's family, scattered according to vegetation. There was chaos in Guanzhong in the past, and brothers were killed. It doesn't matter how high the official is, he is not allowed to take away his flesh and blood. The evil situation in the world is declining, and everything is changing. The husband is frivolous, but the newlywed is as beautiful as jade. When it's dusk and it's still known, the mandarin ducks don't stay alone. But when you see new people smiling, you hear old people cry! The water in the mountain spring is clear, and the water in the mountain spring is turbid. The maid returns from selling pearls and mends the hut with turnips. Pick flowers without inserting them into your hair, pick cypresses to make your hair full. The green sleeves are thin in the cold weather, and I lean against the bamboo at dusk. When people return to the mountains and valleys, it is dark, and the wild geese descend on the Luzhou white. Reminiscing about the Qin Pass alone at night, I listened to the bell but did not sleep as a guest. Li Bai: Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: Autumn Song Chang'an is covered with a moon, and the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes is heard. The autumn wind cannot blow away, but there is always love between the two. When will the Hu barbarians be pacified and the good men stop their expedition? Meng Jiao: The wanderer chants the thread in the hands of his loving mother, and the wanderer wears the clothes on his body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Who said that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring radiances? Chen Ziang: I saw no ancients before I climbed Youzhou Taige, and no newcomers after. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I burst into tears with sadness! Li Bai: Sleepwalking Tianmu chants to leave overseas visitors to talk about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are dim and it is difficult to find letters. The more people are talking about Tianmu, the bright clouds may disappear or be visible. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and it is tilted toward the southeast. I want to dream of Wuyue and fly across the Jinghu Lake to the moon all night. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River. Xie Gong's residence is still there today, and the Lu River is clear and the apes are singing. Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder. Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and the sky can smell the chickens. Thousands of rocks and ravines, the road is uncertain, and the lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are astonishing at the top of the mountain. The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke. There are cracks and thunderbolts, and the hills and mountains collapse. The cave sky stone fan opens suddenly. The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another. Tigers, drums and harps come and Luan returns to the carriage, and immortals come and line up like hemp. Suddenly my soul palpitates and my soul moves, I suddenly start and sigh. But when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze. The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. When will you return after leaving? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs. You must ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng's ability to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful makes me unhappy! Li Bai: Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Secretary Shuyun said that if you abandon me, you cannot stay after yesterday. Those who mess up my mind will have many worries today! The long winds send autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair. We are all filled with joy and hope, and we want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raise a cup to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow. Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will be ruined. Cen Shen: I am walking on the horse river to send the doctor Feng off to march to the west. I don’t see you. I am walking on the horse river. The snow is on the seaside, and the flat sand is vast and yellow. The wind roars on a September night in Luntai, and a river of gravel is as big as a bucket. The ground is full of rocks moving in the wind, and the Huns' grass and yellow horses are getting fat. Smoke and dust were seen flying in the west of Jinshan Mountain, and the generals of the Han family set out to the west. The general did not take off his golden armor at night, and the troops fought against each other in the middle of the night. The limelight is like a knife cutting the surface, and the horse hair is covered with snow and steaming with sweat. Five flowers and coins are swirled into ice, and the grass and inkstone in the curtain are condensed with water. The captives should be frightened when they heard this, but they did not dare to accept the attack. Driver Ximen is standing still to show off his victory! Cen Shen: Bai Xuege sent Magistrate Wu back to Beijing. The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and it snows in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the melancholy clouds are pale and condensed thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, lutes and flutes. Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the road to Tianshan Mountain was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. Liu Zongyuan: The fisherman sleeps beside the rocks in the west at night and burns Chu candles in the clear water at dawn. When the cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise, there is a sound of green mountains and rivers. Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. Bai Juyi: Song of Everlasting Regret: The emperor of Han Dynasty was so obsessed with sex that he overran the country, and the emperor couldn't get it for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her. It’s hard to give up on your natural beauty, so you will choose to be by the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color. In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away your fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace. The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early. There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and all the nights are dedicated to spring outings. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her. Venus is dressed up as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is full of drunkenness and spring. Sisters and brothers are all nobles, and it is a pity that Guangcai was born in a family. Therefore, the hearts of parents all over the world are determined not to be reborn as a boy but to be reborn as a girl. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest. The green flowers wavered and stopped, and they were more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion. There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dim and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu. He hesitates and cannot go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.

The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return on horseback. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears at this! The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. The children of the pear garden have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of the pepper house is old. The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been used up before they can fall asleep. The night is long and the bells and drums are beginning, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold, who cares? After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success. Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened. I pick up my clothes, push my pillow, and wander around, and the silver screen of beads and foils meanders open. The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall. The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. I look at the king with affection, and my voice and appearance are blurry when I say goodbye. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace. Looking back at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. Only the old things show deep affection, and the rhinestone alloy hairpin is sent to the future. Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth. I sent my farewell words again with great care, and in them I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever! Bai Juyi: Pipa Xing and Xu Yuanhe ten years, he moved to the left to be Sima of Jiujiang County. Next autumn, when seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to the sound, there was a tinkling sound like the sound of Kyoto. I asked him whether he was originally from Chang'an, a prostitute, and he tried to learn the pipa from Mu Cao, two talented people. As she aged and lost beauty, she committed herself to being a wife of a noble lady. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly. He recounts the joyful things he did when he was young, but now he is drifting and haggard, wandering around the rivers and lakes. Two years after I left the official position, I was peaceful and contented. I was grateful to the people who said that in the evening, I began to feel the intention to be relegated. Because I gave him a long song of 616 words, I was ordered to play the pipa. Xunyanjiang saw off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustled in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home. Xun Sheng asked secretly who was playing the pipa, but the sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, it was a colorful dress at first and then six. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach. The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The east boat and the west boat were silent, only the white autumn moon could be seen in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group. Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs. The silver grate on the tin head was broken into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning. The front door is deserted and there are few cars and horses. The boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. How could there be no folk songs and village flutes? It would be hard to listen to the hoarse and mocking music! Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again. Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet! Li Bai: The road to Shu is difficult to play, so the danger is high! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Silkworms and yufu, how confused the founding of the country is! When you were forty-eight thousand years old, you began to communicate with Qin Sai. There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to heaven were connected. There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below. The yellow crane is not yet able to fly, and the ape is trying to escape its sorrow by clinging to it. There are piles of green mud, and there are nine twists and turns in a hundred steps, lingering on the rocks. Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and breathed, and he sat with his hands on his back and sighed. I asked you when will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the road □ (traditional "slander" changes to the side of the mountain) The rock is unreachable! But I saw mourning birds calling old trees, and male and female flying around the forest. I heard Zigui's cry again, and I was worried about the empty mountain at night. The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Make people listen to this withering beauty. Even if the peaks are gone, the sky is not full, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs. The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the ice cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered. So is the danger! You people who have traveled a long way, why are you here? The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it. Those who were guarding or robbing relatives turned into wolves and jackals. Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night. Grinding teeth and sucking blood, killing people like numbness. Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Chang Zi looked sideways to the west and sighed! Li Bai: One of the three poems "It's Difficult to Travel": A gold bottle of wine is worth ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate of treasures is worth ten thousand dollars.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun. The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. Li Bai: I will enter the wine, but without you seeing it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon! It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups! Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink, don’t stop! A song with Junge, please listen to it for me! Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time! In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names! In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets. Why does the master say so little money? It's up to you to decide what to sell. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will exchange for fine wine, and I will share with you all the sorrows of the ages! Du Fu: The military chariots are rolling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians are carrying bows and arrows at their waists. Ye Niang and his wife walked off to see each other off, but Xianyang Bridge was nowhere to be seen. He held his clothes, stamped his feet, and blocked the road to cry. His cry went up to the sky! People passing by the road asked the pedestrians, but the pedestrians were confused. Or from Fangfang River in the north of Fifteenth, to Yingtian in Xiyingtian of Fortyth. When I left, I had my hair wrapped up, but when I came back, my hair was white and I was guarding the border! The side pavilion bleeds into sea water, and Emperor Wu is still thinking about opening the side pavilion. Don’t you know, there are thousands of villages in the two hundred states of Han Dynasty in Shandong where Jing Qi is born! Even if there is a healthy woman with a hoe and a plow, there will be no crops in the long acres. Kuangfu Qin soldiers fought hard and were driven away by dogs and chickens. Although the elders ask, the servant dares to express his hatred? And now this winter, there are still many deaths in Kansai. The county magistrate is asking for rent urgently. Where will the rent and taxes come from? I know that it is evil to have a boy, but it is good to have a girl. If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor; if you give birth to a boy, you will have to marry a neighbor! Don’t you see, Qinghai Tou has no one to collect the bones from ancient times. New ghosts are annoyed and old ghosts are crying, the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the wet voice is chirping! Zhang Jiuling: Looking at the moon and rising over the distant sea, the end of the world is at this moment. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep. Wang Bo: He was sent to Du Shaofu to serve as the assistant to the Three Qin Dynasty in the city of Shuzhou, and the wind and smoke looked to Wujin. I want to say goodbye to you, we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels. Wangwan: The passenger road at the foot of the second Beigu Mountain is outside the green mountain, and the boat is in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang. Chang Jian: Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. Everything is silent except for the sound of bells and chimes. Li Bai: Crossing Jingmen to say goodbye, crossing far away from Jingmen, coming to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away. Li Bai: Seeing off my friends, green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend. I waved my hand and went away, and the horses roared. Du Fu: In spring, I look forward to the country's broken mountains and rivers, and the city's spring vegetation is deep. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. Du Fu: On a moonlit night, I recall that my brother's garrison drum cut off the line of people, and there was a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended. Du Fu: Traveling at night, writing on the shore with fine grass and gentle breeze, and riding alone in a boat with dangerous rafts. The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness. What does fluttering look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. Du Fu: When I climbed the Yueyang Tower, I used to smell the Dongting water. Now I go up to the Yueyang Tower. To the southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night. There are no relatives or friends, and there are no old and sick people. The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows. Wang Wei: I live in the mountains in the dark autumn. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. Wang Wei: Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas connected. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshine are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water. Wang Wei: The Han River overlooks Chu, Sai, Sanxiang, and Jingmen connects nine factions. The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful. In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves are moving in the sky. It's a nice windy day in Xiangyang, and I'm left drunk with the mountain man. Meng Haoran: Wang Dongting Lake presented Prime Minister Zhang with the level of August Lake, which is too clear. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to help without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen, it is easy to envy the fish. Meng Haoran: Climbing Xian Mountain with other scholars has resulted in changes in people and affairs, and the exchanges have become ancient and modern. The mountains and rivers have left traces of their beauty, and we will come again in this generation. The fish beam is shallow when the water falls, and the dream is deep when the weather is cold. The inscriptions on the Yanggong stele are there, and I shed tears after reading them. Meng Haoran: At the end of the year, I returned to Nanshan and Beique to write a letter, and Nanshan returned to my hut. If you don't know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends. Gray hair makes you grow old, and green hair makes you grow old. I can never sleep with my sorrow, the pine moon night window ruins. Meng Haoran: I passed by my old friend's village and invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. Li Yi: I am very happy to see my cousin again. After ten years of separation, we reunited when we grew up. I was surprised to see you for the first time when I asked my surname. I recalled my old appearance by calling my name. Don't come to Canghai. Let's talk about the sunset. Tomorrow we will go to Baling Road and see how heavy the autumn mountains will be. Liu Yuxi: The heroic spirit of the Lord of Shu, the temple of heaven and earth, will remain awe-inspiring for thousands of years! The potential is divided into three tripods, and the industry is restored to five baht coins. If you get a prime minister, you can build a country, but if you have a son, you will not be like a virtuous man. The old prostitute from Shu came to dance in front of Wei Palace. Bai Juyi: I was given the ancient grass to bid farewell to the grass on the grassland, which flourishes every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love. Cui Hao: In the past, people from the Yellow Crane Tower took advantage of the Yellow Crane, but the Yellow Crane Tower was left empty here. The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island is green. Where is the hometown gate at sunset? The misty waves on the river make people sad. Du Fu: Where can I find the ancestral hall of the Prime Minister of Shu? There is a lot of people outside Jinguan City. The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves.

Three visits frequently troubled the world's plans, and two dynasties opened the hearts of veterans. He died before he left the army, which made the hero burst into tears! Du Fu: When a guest arrives, there is spring water in the south and north of the house, but he sees a flock of gulls coming day by day. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you. Panxiang City is far from being able to taste both delicious food and wine, and only old fermented grains are available in bottle and wine shops. I am willing to drink with my neighbor and call across the fence to finish the remaining cup! Du Fu: When I heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei, Jianwai suddenly heard that it was taking over Jibei. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears. But seeing where his wife is worried, she writes poems and books filled with joy and joy. You have to indulge in alcohol when singing during the day, and you can return to your hometown with the company of youth! That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang. Du Fu: When we climb high, the wind is strong, the apes high in the sky whistle in mourning, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhugistan. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop. Du Fu: Climbing up to a high-rise building with flowers hurts the hearts of the guests. It is so difficult to climb up here. The spring scenery of the Jinjiang River comes to heaven and earth, and the floating clouds of the jade barrier change the past and present. The North Pole court will never change, and the Xishan bandits will not invade each other! The poor empress returned to the ancestral temple and sang for Liang's father in the evening. Du Fu: No. 5 of Five Poems on Ancient Relics Zhuge's name is immortalized in the universe, and the portraits of his ancestors and ministers are respected. The three divisions are based on Yu's planning, and a feather in the sky will last forever. When the brothers meet Yi Lu, the commander will definitely lose Xiao Cao. It was difficult to move Han Zuo back, and he was determined to annihilate the military service. Liu Changqing: I passed Jia Yi's house in Changsha for three years and was banished to the eunuch, and it was too late to live here. Only the guests from Chu will be left to mourn. After the autumn grass leaves alone to find someone, the sun sets in the cold forest sky. How do you know that the Chinese language has Dao but is weak in kindness, and the Xiang River is ruthless? Where the lonely mountains and rivers are swaying, why should I take pity on you to the end of the world? Bai Juyi: Since the war in Henan, there has been a famine in the pass, and the brothers have been separated, each in one place. Because of the feeling of looking at the moon, I wrote about my thoughts and sent them to Fuliang's eldest brother, Yuqian's seventh brother, Wujiang's fifteenth brother, and also to Fuli and his younger brothers and sisters. The time is difficult, the world is desolate, and the industry is empty. The brothers are traveling in various places. After the war, the countryside was desolate, and the flesh and blood wandered on the road. The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the roots are scattered into Jiuqiu Peng. ***You should shed tears when you look at the bright moon, and your heart will be in the same place all night long. Li Shangyin: There are fifty strings of brocade and sequins for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. Li Shangyin: Untitled Last Night Stars and Last Night Wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps. I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request, walking around Malantai and turning around the tent. Li Shangyin: When we meet without a title, it is difficult to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to go to Penglai, and the blue bird is eager to visit. Wang Wei: No one can be seen in Luchai Mountain, but people can hear their voices. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. Wang Wei: Acacia red beans grow in the south. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. Wang Wei: Mr. Zashi comes from his hometown, so he should know about his hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? Meng Haoran: I moved my boat to Yanzhu on the Jiande River, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival. The trees are low in the wild sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to people. Meng Haoran: At the spring dawn, I sleep in the spring without realizing the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. How many flowers have fallen to the sound of wind and rain at night? Li Bai: When I think about the bright moonlight in front of my bed at night, I suspect it’s frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. Du Fu: The eight formations map contributed to three parts of the country, so it was named the eight formations map. The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will be swallowed by Wu. Wang Zhihuan: Climbing the Stork Tower, the sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level. Wei Yingwu: On an autumn night, I sent a message to Qiu Yuan to express my feelings for the king. It belongs to an autumn night, and when I take a walk, I sing about the cool sky. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping. Liu Zongyuan: Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared under the snow in the river, and all traces of people have been wiped out. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Li Shangyin: I felt unwell in the evening when I climbed to Leyouyuan, so I drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. Jia Dao: Those who are looking for hermit don't meet Panasonic and ask the boy, saying that the teacher is going to collect medicine. Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are. He Zhizhang: When I returned to my hometown, my young son left home and his elder brother came back. His local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. Wang Wei: On September 9th, I recalled that the Shandong brothers were strangers in a foreign land, and missed their relatives even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. Wang Changling: The Furong Tower sent Xin Jian to Wu in the cold and rainy night, and saw off the guest Chu Shangu in the bright morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. Wang Han: Liangzhou Ci grape wine luminous cup, I want to drink Pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times! Li Bai: Farewell to Meng Haoran, an old friend of Guangling, and bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descend on Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. Li Bai: I went down to Jiangling to bid farewell to Emperor Bai among the colorful clouds, and returned to Jiangling after thousands of miles away. The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Du Fu: It is common to see Li Guinian in Prince Qi's house in the south of the Yangtze River, and I heard about it several times in front of Cui Jiutang. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers are falling. Wei Yingwu: In Chuzhou's western stream, there are only secluded grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. Zhang Ji: The maple bridge is moored at night, the moon is falling, the crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. The river maple is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. Liu Yuxi: There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge in Wuyi Lane, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Du Mu: The broken halberd at Red Cliff sinks into the sand, but the iron is not sold, and I will recognize my former dynasty. Dongfeng did not agree with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun sold well to Erqiao. Du Mu: Mooring in Qinhuai is a smoke cage, cold water, moon cage and sand, and mooring in Qinhuai is close to a restaurant at night. The merchant girl didn't know the hatred for the country's subjugation, but she still sang "Flowers in the Back Garden" across the river. Du Mu: On the autumn evening, silver candles paint the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. Li Shangyin: It rains at night and I send a letter to Lord Bei to inquire about my return date. The rain at night in Bashan swells the autumn pond. Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? Li Shangyin: The candle shadow on Chang'e's mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night. Li Shangyin: Jia Sheng's promulgation office sought talents and visited ministers, but Jia Sheng's talents were even more unethical.

It's a pity that we sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don't ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods! Wang Wei: Weicheng Qu Weicheng is covered with light dust in the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. Wang Changling: When we left the Qin Dynasty, it was the bright moon of the Han Dynasty, and the people who had marched thousands of miles had not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain! Wang Zhihuan: Beyond the Yellow River, far up the white clouds, there is an isolated city on Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willow? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. Li Bai: One of the three Qingping tunes, clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is rich. If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. Du Qiuniang: I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, but to cherish your youth.

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