Year: Tang Author: Xu Hun

I am a stranger in this life.

The rain in the west of Beijing blooms at night, and the autumn wind in Wuyuan is full.

Wan Li is a century-old dream of honor and disgrace.

Who in the world, like Xilinke, has been lying in the smoke for forty years.

2 "Suzhou Ten Poems and Four Tiger Mountains"

Year: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan

I used to worry about tigers, but now I am a Buddha rock.

Clouds can't get out of the temple, but the sword is still in the pool.

You step down the path, and the temple is closed in the snow.

There are 100,000 households in Wudu, and the smoke tiles are in the southwest.

3 "Ode to Poetry 150"

Year: Song Author: Shi

Huqiu family style, inner space, outer space.

Rich and poor.

Sometimes you raise your voice and stop it, sometimes you cheat and pretend to be deaf,

Still a little empty.

4 Liu Changqing's Song of Dengwu Ancient City:

Go to the ancient city, think about the ancients, and feel wise and knowledgeable.

Looking at the plain, looking at the distance, sighing that Gusu gathered elk.

The Huangchi High Meeting is not over yet, and there are a sea of people.

Whoever killed a soldier was not wronged, but he looked at the tree at the grave, just as he said.

The King of Yue tasted the courage to be friends with the enemy, and what did he gain by taking Ishida far away?

Once you thank people in vain, you will still hurt Yongdongke forever.

Millet leaves become potatos, and cattle and sheep practice pastoral songs.

There is no one in the wild, the autumn grass is green, and the garden is full of ancient trees.

Poplar rustling sad coca, yellowbird singing for late food.

Who is heavier when the mountain breaks, so what if you die alone?

It's freezing, maple trees fall into the river at dusk, and leaves fall all over the ground.

5 "Understanding Autumn Temple" Liu Changqing

Huqiu Temple is in the green forest, and Cuiwei Road is in the forest.

I looked up and saw the monk coming from the mountain, far away from the birds.

This peak is Baoyu, the tomb with only hills for thousands of years.

The sword-burying people scattered in the air, and the chiseled mountain dragon had gone.

Flowers are blooming, and the road turns to sunset.

The tiger roars on the cliff, the valley is cold, and the ape sings the cedar, pine and cypress at dusk.

Wandering in the north building, Jianghai is very poor.

The sun shines in Qian Fan, and the crow returns to a thousand trees.

For now, if you are comfortable, you will have no external troubles.

The idle clouds in the courtyard are dark, and the dew is fragrant under the eaves.

For a long time, I have been fascinated by emptiness, mostly because of prosperity.

If you want to die forever, you can't make mistakes for the rest of your life.