The yellowbird twinkles in the royal forest of the Forbidden City, and the dawn of spring makes it pale.

The fancy in the flowers is fading away, and the rain in Longtan willow is deeper in late spring.

The warm spring day is also hard to hate and dedicated to Peng's heart.

Fu Fu is still outstanding for ten years, but now he is white-haired and ashamed.

W: For my friends and.

We met in the flowers, parted in the flowers, and a year later, there were flowers here again.

How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow.

Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country.

Because of your promise, I watched the full moon come and go in my west building. ?

Han □: Carved in Youxian Temple.

I just saw the five towers in Sendai, and it was cold at the beginning of rain.

The Qin tree in the emerald remote area of Xiaoshan, the sound of the anvil of the Han Palace news cold Qiu Lai.

The empty altar is clear and scattered, and the small hole is fragrant with grass.

Who needs to aspire to a world beyond this world? Here, among people, are purple hills!

Yellow furan: spring thoughts

Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away.

From our house, from these walls and the Han Garden, the moon brought my heart to the sky of Tatar.

Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single.

Oh, ask General Dou when his flag will come home, and his victory will be engraved on the rocks in Yanran! ?

Lu Lun: Sleeping in Wuchang at night.

Fog clouds spread far away to see Hanyang City, and the boat drifted away for a day.

Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night.

Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.

My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums.

Liu Zongyuan: From Liuzhou Tower to my fellow villagers Zhang, Ding, Feng and Lian.

On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness began, and our desire reached as far as the ocean or the sky.

Frightened wind and chaos [wind occupied] hibiscus water, which was whipped by oblique rain along the rattan wall.

We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs.

* * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home.

Liu Yuxi: The Old Times of Xibao Mountain

Since Wang Jun brought his towering ship down from Yizhou, the ghost of the royal family has languished in Nanjing.

The 10,000-foot-long chain was sunk to the bottom here, a falling stone.

The cycle of change has become a thing of the past? And the dignity of this mountain still controls the cold river.

It is the day when the China world is unified. The ancient fortress is full of ruins and autumn reeds.

Yuan Zhen: one of the three mourning poems.

You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.

You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.

You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.

Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.

Yuan Zhen: the second of three mourning poems.

A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.

The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.

Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.

No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.

Yuan Zhen: the third of three mourning poems.

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? ?

No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.

What do you expect? You and I don't have much confidence in meeting after death.

However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.

Bai Juyi:

Since the Henan War, water transportation has been blocked, there has been famine everywhere, and our brothers have also been displaced, each in one place. Because of the feeling of looking at the moon,

Chatting with books, I sent you Brother Fuliang, Brother Yu Qian, Brother Wujiang, and a farewell signal.

And my brother and sister.

The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.

After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.

The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.

* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.