One of the representative poets: Meng Haoran

Masterpiece "Passing the Old Village"

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

The second representative poet: Wang Wei

The masterpiece "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains"

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Frontier poets:

One of the representative poets: Gao Shi

Masterpiece: Yan Geling

The northeast border of China is shrouded in smoke and dust. In order to repel the barbaric invaders, our generals left their families.

Stride forward together, looking like heroes should watch, and received the emperor's most cordial favor.

They walked through the elm pass with the sound of gongs and drums. They waved a row of flags around the stone tablet.

Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.

The highlands and rivers on the outer border were cold and desolate, but soon the barbarians' horses ran wild in the wind and rain.

Half of our soldiers at the front line were killed, but the other half are still alive, and beautiful girls are still singing and dancing for them in the camp!

In autumn, the desert is full of grass, the sun sets, and there are only a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall.

When you meet your enemy, you will despise him. However, despite what they have done, Elm Street is still not safe.

Still in the front line, the real clothes are thin, and it's time for Bai Weiling to look after his departure.

Still in this southern city, the young wife's heart is broken, while the soldiers on the northern border are looking forward to going home in vain.

The wind cut off our progress, and in the place of death and blue void, there is nothing ahead!

Three times a day, the dark clouds of slaughter rose over the camp. All night, the drums on the hour trembled and gave a cold rumble.

Until the white sword is seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a responsibility, who will stop to think about fame?

However, when it comes to the hardships of desert war, our name today is Li, the great general, who lived a long time ago!

The second representative poet: Cen Can.

Masterpiece: Song of Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home.

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, a spring breeze came overnight, blowing open the petals of 10,000 pear trees.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, and darkness covers its endless clouds.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.