The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

As the sun sets, the rivers and lakes are white and the tide rises all over the sky.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

May you choose more enemies as a symbol of our love.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Wang Changling:

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.

Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.

Du Fu:

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.

Death before birth often brings tears to heroes.

Reading has broken thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.

I like to try to find a good poem all my life. The language of the poem is not surprising, and I will not stop.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Liu Yuxi:

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold.

Don't say Sang Yu is late, because it is still full of clouds.

Li Shangyin:

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Looking at the former sages and countries, it has changed from frugality to luxury.