Biedongdaer's poems

[Author] Gao Shi

Ten miles in Huang Yun, during the day, the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Six purlins drifted away mercilessly, and one left Luo Jing for more than ten years.

It shouldn't be enough for my husband to be poor, and I can't afford to drink when I meet you today.

Farewell to the viceroy, go to Shu, and be sent by uncle.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Bo

Original text:

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.