Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. "Wang Yue" has broken thousands of volumes and written like a god. Wei Zuocheng's Twenty-two Rhymes is based on the bow and the sword. Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders. "The prequel to the Nine Chapters" The wine in Zhumen stinks and there are frozen bones on the road. "From Beijing to Fengxian, 500 words", the petals here have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. The Hope of Spring After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. "Spring Hope" is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet your husband when the flowers fall. When I met Li Guinian by the river, the leaves fell like the spray of a waterfall, while I watched the long river roll forward. Climbing to the top of the mountain, the stars descend from the open space, and the bright moon goes upstream. Be loyal to your art, you don't know your age, and let wealth and fame drift like clouds. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. "Four quatrains (the third)" has beautiful mountains and rivers and fragrant flowers in the spring breeze. Two quatrains (the first part) sang my songs loudly and drank my wine. On a green spring day, I began to go home. "The two banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army". Two Cao's names were destroyed, and the rivers and mountains were not wasted. "Play is a poem of six quatrains" has vast buildings, which greatly protects the poor in the world and makes them happy. The hut was broken by the autumn wind. Fish came out in the drizzle and swallows were slanting in the breeze. The threshold of two hearts (I) sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" My road is covered with petals-I haven't cleaned it for others, and my thatched cottage door has been closed-but it's open for you now. Hakkas, the grassy steps in spring, the birds chirping happily under the leaves. "Shuxiang" died before he could conquer it, and he was so long that the hero burst into tears. Shuxiang, he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! . Think of my brothers in the moonlight night. Our capital is full of nosy people, and you are lonely, helpless and poor. In Li Bai's two dreams, all he can see is the smile of his new love, while the cry of his old love is unheard of. beauty