Lu You's "Shi'er": After death, I knew that everything was in vain, but the sadness was not the same as that of Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
Aruwei's "Double Tune Mrs. Xiang": Promoting Jiang Gaoteng to ride in the court, fortunately the emperor's son came to visit, and the hole was covered with cloud flags. The autumn wind blows, the leaves of the trees in the Dongting Garden look forward to good times. There are nine doubts in the empty mountain, and there are orchids in the valley. I broke off the qiong branches, started to grow in the sky, and drank from Ma Xianchi.
Tao An's "The Autumn Wind Farewells Liang Sheng": Liang Biao roams the plains and sees off Bin Hongxiang from afar. The rustle comes from the northwest, and the grass and trees suddenly turn yellow. Don't hesitate to let the vegetation decline and let the cold wear your clothes. The shadows on the temples are withered at dawn, and the candlelight is flickering in the night hall. On this vegetarian feast day, people are nostalgic for their hometown. The aid of music and music will return, the bitter rain and chrysanthemums are fragrant. I hope to sweep away the accumulated yin and see the sun in the earth. Ming should blow the feathers and fly high into the sky.
Ai Qing's "Hope": A sailor said that what he liked most was what he felt when he weighed the anchor. The white waves... A sailor said that what made him happiest was the sound of the anchor, the noise of the chains... one looking forward to departure, the other looking forward to arrival.
Xi Murong's "Hope": In fact, what I look forward to is just that moment. I never asked you to give me, your whole life. If only I could meet you on a hillside full of gardenias. If you can love deeply once and then say goodbye, then your life, no matter how long it lasts, will be just that short moment when you look back.
Yuan Quhua's "Dongpo Yin": Longtou plum blossoms are half spit. Jiangnan is approaching the end of the year. When the time is up, the days will be spent in sorrow. The sorrow becomes even more painful at dusk. Return to hope, Pisces ruler element. Nian Xiqi, where are you now? The broken lamp has a drum on the back wall at midnight. Slanting wind blows drizzle.
Jiaoran's "Send Liu Juzhi Yue": Xiaoxiao calls the night horn, driving the horse back to the city. After the rain, the cold current is strong, and the autumn wind blows high. Three mountains look forward to the sea, and in August I want to watch the waves. I should meet Xie Facao on Xiling Road in a few days.
Dai Fushi's "Aqi Sunri": Living in poverty and having a short life, raising children is like planting grain. With every inch of seedling in hand, imagine the autumn crops are ripe. My son is blessed by heaven and has abundant bones. In the arms of Juanjuan, one year old to Sunday. I hope you will be free from disasters and grow up to be a common people. You are smart at ten years old and energetic at twenty years old. There are thirty thousand scrolls in his chest, and he holds a five-color pen in his hand. Ce Xun's literary field brings Confucianism to the king. Otherwise, follow the example of Sun Wu and conquer thousands of enemies. Take the Central Plains for the country and open up the Xuanming North. When he was young, you achieved success, but I expected that my head would turn gray. The brilliance shines on the old eyes, and the delicious food is indispensable. A son must be pure and filial, and a man must be upright. With my hopeful heart, I will wish you every day. Don't be a foolish child, confused and ignorant. Prenatal education is still known, so it is useless to say this.
"Sai Hongqiu" by Anonymous Yuan Dynasty: When you love him, it's like loving the first-born moon; when you're happy about him, you're like the plum blossom moon; when you miss him, you talk about the Xijiang moon; when you're looking forward to him, it's like looking forward to the moon in the morning hook. At first we wanted to separate, but today we are separated from each other. We want to meet each other like fishing for the bright moon from the bottom of the water.
Wu Qian's "Reuse of Chujiao Rhymes Like the Lao San of Yanqing": Pushunan leaves are linked together in a hook, and they are in front of Sakyamuni Buddha. In his mouth, Baba is destined to the ten places, and in his eyes, hope is all the heavens. There are turtles hiding in the muddy areas, and cicadas shed their shells on high treetops. Each body has its own nature, but who knows that they are all the same.
Du Mu's "Old Travels": I chant peony poems leisurely and frown for a long time. Panxiao looked back far away, her slender shirt was late to be straightened into a bun. Rediscover the spring day dream, smile at the light flower branches. The little mayor lives in the tomb, who knows about Feilang?
Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland": When you leave the original grassland, the grass will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.
Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song": The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.