This is the ancient poem of China that you need.

"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" In the spring morning, I woke up happily, and birds were singing all around. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Silent night thinking, so bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

"Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" pays tribute to Baidicheng, and a thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

On the Phoenix Terrace in Jiangling, the phoenix that once played here, so that this place was named their general meeting, has now abandoned it to this desolate river. Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine. The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two. There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.

"Mountain Walk" is far away from the cold mountain and the stone path is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Ode to Mujiang is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red. Poor September third night, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow!

Autumn ci has been sad since ancient times, and I say autumn wins spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.