There are still many, many poems that can make us sink. Here are a few stunning poems, I hope they will surprise you.

Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" A cold and rainy night entered Wu, and I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning.

When relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot.

Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is covered with frost. Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.

Wei Yingwu's "West Stream of Chuzhou" tells the story of a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, with orioles chirping in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

Xue Tao's "Farewell to a Friend" There is frost at night in the Shui Kingdom, and the moon is cold and the mountains are green.

Who said that the journey of a thousand miles from this evening would be as long as a fortress away from the dream.

Have you felt the wonderful artistic conception brought by these poems? Have you also fallen into the world in the poems?