1. Du Fu's "Spring Outlook": "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of greenery in spring. I feel the flowers splashing with tears, and I hate the birds that are leaving. The war is going on for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. The old people scratch their heads. Even shorter, the hairpin is full of lust."

2. Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains": "I was born as a hero, and died as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."

3. Fan Chengda's "Zhouqiao": "Between the north and south of Zhouqiao is Tianjie. My father is waiting for his return home in his old age. Holding back tears, he asked the envoy: 'When will the Sixth Army really come?'"

4. Lin Sheng's "Inscription on Lin'an Residence": "Beyond the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when does the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou."

5. Lu You's "Shi'er": "I knew everything was in vain when I died, but I couldn't see the same sadness as Jiuzhou. When Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices."

6. Lu You's "Reflections on the Autumn Night When I Go Out of the Fence Gate to Welcome the Coolness": "Thirty thousand miles east of the river, there is a sea of ????people, and five thousand are still on the skyscrapers. The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to the king's division for another year."

7. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean": "After a hard encounter, the stars are scattered all around in the fight. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins are floating, and the life experience is ups and downs. The rain beats the raft. I am scared on the beach, and I sigh in the Lingding Ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, but he has retained his loyalty. According to history.”

8. Yu Qian's "Song of Lime": "Thousands of hammers have been used to carve out the deep mountains, and the fire is burning as if nothing happens. Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces. You must leave your innocence in the world."

9. Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" (Volume 5): "In the midst of the sorrow of separation, the sun is setting, and I sing my whip to the east and point to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.

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