Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi
the Tang Dynasty
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
A letter to Zhu Yuan
Wu Jun
Southern and Northern Dynasties
The wind and smoke are clean, and Tianshan Mountain is the same color. Floating from the stream, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, it is unparalleled in the world. The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them. If fierce wave rushes, how fast the arrow will go. The mountains near the shore are all cold trees, competing for novelty and beauty, competing for the high finger peak. The spring stirs the stone and keeps ringing; Good birds sing, they rhyme. Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless. People flying in the sky, watching the peaks rest; He who is in charge of the affairs of the world looks at the valley and forgets to betray. The horizontal branches are covered, and the day is still faint; The thin strips set each other off, and sometimes the sun shines.
Catch a cold
Cao Cao
Jin Wei
The northern army boarded the Taihang Mountain. How difficult it is to climb this high mountain!
Sakamoto Road is a bumpy road with bumpy wheels.
How desolate the trees are!
The north wind sounds sad.
When the bear was on the sidewalk, tigers and leopards stood on both sides of the street howling.
The valley is desolate, sparsely populated and covered with heavy snow.
Looking up, the long voice sighed, and the long journey was continuous.
Why is my heart depressed?
I want to go back to the East.
The bridge is too deep to enter, and the army is on the road.
Lost in marching, there is no place to stay at night.
Walking, walking, a long day, the tired horse is hungry and hungry.
He walked along the side of the wolves, chopping wood and cutting ice to fill his stomach.
Sadness makes me sad.