1, Yan Zhaowang, Don Chen Ziang
Go south to Jieshi Museum and see Huang Jintai. The mountain is full of trees. Is Wang Zhao here? The map is gone now, and the horse has been driven back.
2. North and South Bao Zhao's "Whitehead Generation"
Straight as silk rope, clear as jade pot ice. What a pity! I think I hate sitting still. Human feelings are cheap and old, and the world's righteousness is declining. There is no flaw, Akiyama is invincible. Eat seedlings, eat flies. When you are far from being beautiful, you can see the difference before you get paid. Shen Yu praised the girl and went to Zhao Jisheng. The king of Zhou was confused, and the name of Emperor Wu was Yi Jie. It's hard to rely on inner reward, but it's easy to rely on appearance. It has been like this since ancient times, and you are not alone.
3. North and South Fan Yun's Ancient Poems
The cold sand is flat on all sides and snows thousands of miles. The wind breaks the shade trees, and the fog loses the river city. Open Zuo Xian array in the morning and rest at night. In the past, the military curtain was in front, but now Yao Bing is behind. The punishment for misconduct is heavy, but the later detention is not light. Thanks to today's son, the road to China will be clear.
4. Qin anonymous ""
He is separated from Xiaomi. He is a seedling of Xiaomi. The line is decadent and the center is shaken. People who know me worry me; What do I want if you don't know me? Tiandaochang, who is this? Millet is separated, and the ears of millet are separated. Walking is decadent and the center is drunk. People who know me worry me; What do I want if you don't know me? Tiandaochang, who is this? The separation of millet is the reality of millet. Walking decadent, center suffocation. People who know me worry me; What do I want if you don't know me? Tiandaochang, who is this?
5. Tang Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
Why did the ancients like to write poems with regrets?
Because individuals like nostalgia, when they are far away from home, they often miss their hometown and recall things at home, and it is inevitable that they will regret what they have done before.