Watch the trip to the sea, Cao Cao, the sun and the moon, if it comes out; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Next stop at Beibao Mountain and look at Wan Li, until the banks widen at low tide, and there is no wind to stir my sails. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Tianjingsha, Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si, withered vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Although the tortoise is long-lived, Cao Cao is old, and his ambition is thousands of miles away. In their later years, the martyrs were full of great courage, and through their old friend Zhuang Menghao-ran, we watched the green trees around your village and the light blue remote mountainous areas. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. A Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple often builds my path winding through a hidden valley, through branches and flowers, and comes to a Buddhist retreat. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao kiln from the left. This letter sent Li Baiyang to cry and Wendao Longdu to five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night, Li Shangyin asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain. Park Qinhuai Dumu smoke cage, cold water and moon sand, the restaurant near Qinhuai in the park at night. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river. Yan Shu of Huanxisha had no choice but to spend it, as if Yan Hui had come. Like a dream, Li Qingzhao often thinks of the sunset in Xiting, indulges in it and doesn't know the way home. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. I have a feeling about reading. Zhu asked if Yun River was so clear. Because there is inexhaustible living water for it. The creator king gave all the mysterious natural grace here, and? A day immediately enters dawn and dusk .. layers of white clouds, cleaning up the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. The hope of spring Du Fu, though a leopard cannot change his spots, has a long history of mountains and rivers. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Du Fu, the official of Shihao, returned to his garden (third). Tao Yuanming began to treat the garbage and dirt in the morning and took Yuelian home. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. When I arrived at Wang Wei, the smoke was straight, and the long river set the yen. Seeing Li Baishan off at Jingmen Ferry and following Ye Ping, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. In Luyou Village, Shaanxi Province, there is no way to recover from the flood. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. Long song went east to the sea, when did Han Yuefu go west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. The news that Dongting Lake brought to the Prime Minister and the mist in Yunmeng Valley have enveloped Yueyang City. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. The Yellow Crane Tower, the Yellow Crane will never return to the world, Cui Hao, and the white clouds will never fly. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. Farewell to my friend Li Bai. You must leave me here and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. Liu Yuxi's autumn poems have been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. The flower buds of Xialan in Shashu Mountain in Huanxi are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age! "The Storm of November 4th" Lu You was lying in a remote village, not feeling sorry for himself, but thinking about defending his country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. "Looking at Jiangnan" is clear and refreshing, relying on Wangjianglou alone. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou. Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman from Qiu Si, has a peculiar scenery in Qiu Lai, but nobody cares about Hengyang geese. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting Club holds a bow like a full moon, looks northwest and shoots Sirius. Wu Qingzhao. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. Breaking the array, giving Zhuang language to Chen Tongfu [Song] Xin Qiji looked at the sword drunk and dreamed of blowing the horn. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!