Li Bai looked at the Papaya Mountain and got up early to see the sunrise, and saw the roosting birds returning in the evening. The guest felt sad, especially for the Papaya Mountain.

Wei Yingwu replied to Zheng Qi Cao's Qingju quatrain (an old friend) The nine-day quest for oranges (gift from the book)) I am in bed sick and thinking about the new oranges. When I try to pick them, they are still sour and not yellow. I want to write about three hundred oranges at the end of the book. The cave must wait until the forest is full of frost.

Du Fu relieves his boredom for twelve For the first time, I recalled picking lychees in Lurong, with the green peaks reflecting the winding stones. I saw no color in the old days in Beijing, and only myself knew the sour and sweet red berries.

Li Shangyin danced in front of the stream when his thoughts were exhausted, and he sang sadly at midnight. Gorge I can't find the clouds, but what is the desire for the ditch water? There are no books written by Shuoyan, and there are many tears in Xianghuang. I can't see the color, but I rely on the microwave.

I passed this sour and bitter time in Wuling, where the prince and prince passed away, There are traces of tears from passers-by. Only the new green trees are left, but they still embrace the old red doors. The songs have begun to fade away, and the swallows in the empty eaves are still there. I don’t know where the guests who play the chandelier can feel the new kindness.

Liu Yuxi chants plum blossoms in the courtyard. People (a poem about garden plum blossoms sent to people) Early flowers are often cold, and complex fruits are often bitter and sour. Why is it spring? I sit down to make my fragrance fade. The young peaches smile at each other, and the wandering prostitutes are willing to look back. When you ask about the golden tripod, you know that it is difficult to taste the right taste. .

The sick cicada in Jia Dao cannot fly, so it walks towards my palm. The wings are still thin when they are removed, and the sour chant is still very clear. The dew condenses on the belly, and the dust spots accidentally invade the eyes. The oriole and the kite. Birds, all harbor feelings of harm to you.

Du Xunhe is pregnant with Jiuhua in autumn. My old home is in Wuzi. My body is peaceful and the land is sinking. It rains at night in the cool weather, and I am sick in the heart of the old mountain. Candle*** The shabby shadows, the crickets add to the suffering and the Chu song. He Dang then went back and walked into the pine forest.

Meng Jiao was sleepy and silent, and the moon and autumn were lifted. The lonely Hong recalled the frost group and the lonely crane. Called Yun Lv. I complained about the other party's carefree mind and wandering without a fixed destination. The high-strength sail was far away from Meigenzhu. The word "parting" was woven back and forth, and the sound was sad.

Chen Zi'ang's thirty poems on encounters The eight-headed dragonfly travels around the world, and there is no trouble in the world. The flying flight cannot be stopped, and the oriole comes to care about it. The prince Rang is rich in Qin's favor, and the gold and stone are more in love. When going in and out of Xianyang, the princes dare not speak. They would rather know that the guests from Shandong will anger the king of Qin. The commoner Being the prime minister has been a bitter experience for thousands of years.

Bai Juyi's Prime Minister and Songs·Elegy Danji is flying, and the plains are also mourning. The morning light shines on the alley, and the cart is ready to go. In the depressed September day, the sorrow comes out. City. May I ask who sent you there, my wife and brothers. On the ancient plains, new tombs are opened in E'e. I cry with sourness and cry with the same voice. The old ridges turn to barren, and the new tombs are lined up day by day. The spring breeze is green and the grass is green in Bei Mang Mountain. This is a place where life and death are parted every year.

Bai Juyi's elegiac poem: "Why are the red pills flying in the air, and the plains are also mourning. The morning light shines on the alley, and the carriage is about to move. In the depressed September day, I mourned for the heavy city. I want to ask the sender Who, wife and brothers. On the ancient plains, a new tomb is opened in the E'e. A sour cry is made, and all the voices are lamenting. The old Long is turned into a barren, and the new tombs are listed day by day. The spring breeze and grass are green in the Bei Mang Mountain, where life and death are parted every year. .

Han Yu’s Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics: Singing wild geese are flying and howling, and the wild geese are singing and flying. The poor autumn leaves the south and spring returns to the north. When the cold is gone, it is warm and you know where you are. The sky is wide and the earth is wide, and the habitat is sparse. The wind and frost are sour and the rice beams are bitter. Micro, the feathers are broken and the body is not fat. Wandering and looking back at the group of lovers, whining and wanting to go down to Zhufei. The water in the south of the Yangtze River is vast and there are many clouds. The grass is long and the sand is soft without a snare. They fly quietly and sing in harmony. They are worried and have a restful nature. He, Ling Feng, what do you call him in one fell swoop?