It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another. -Li Bai's Six Poems of Xia Sai
In your life, you made people appreciate everything you did, and you praised your loyalty and your loyalty. -Li Bai's "Reward in the Rain"
Juxin and Le Yi were grateful for their kindness. They tried their best to serve the monarch with their talents. -Li Bai's three poems "It's hard to walk"
I still pity Nanshan and look back at Weibin in Qing Dynasty. -Du Fu's "Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng"
Give me a peach and give it back to Li. -Anonymous "suppression"
However, the Millennium leaves will always be the Millennium sacrifice cup. -Zhao, "A Gift to King Bai on Yuan Day"
The length of the clothes in the palace is all combined with the mind, and I will bear the hospitality of the emperor all my life. -Du Fu's "Giving Clothes at Noon"
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. -Zheng Xie's Hsinchu
People feel the rain, and the clouds and the Li scene are long. -Zhao Ruyu, "Send General Li back to the temple and have a drink with Yin after the rain"
I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows. -Yuan Zhen's "Three Sorrow Poems, The Third"
There is Kong Ming in solitude and water in fish. -Chen Shou's "Longzhong Dui"
Being famous is an ordinary dream, but there is no gratitude in the wonderful books. -Wang Xun's "Xixia Chongyang"
A proud and bitter life is not harmonious, and the goodwill and goodwill of the media are better. -Li Bai's Answer to Twelve Cold Nights of the King
? How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. -Nalan Xingde's "Flowers are Out of the Plug"
A poem describing gratitude: A poem by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty, named "Hua Lian Preliminary Competition".
Today, there is no conclusive evidence to prove that ancient rivers and mountains. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng. There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
A poem about gratitude: Chongyang in Xixia in Ming Dynasty
Being a county magistrate is bitter, and being abandoned in Wan Li is more real. Being famous is an ordinary dream, but there is no gratitude in the wonderful books. Beat the apprentice to sing Hu Diyue, plow the fields and eat Han Quchun. Hard, thin and vulgar, and there are many more. It's shameful to wander in the South Crown.
A poem describing gratitude: a poem by Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Ode to a woman, with a message to Dongping Li as a teacher."
You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls. I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt. My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband. Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. I hate different things: why not?
Describe a poem that knows how to be grateful: "Give the vassal cypress leaves to serve the Yuan Dynasty."
Tang Zhao Zhao Yan
There is no beam carving device, and the material is not a building material.
However, the Millennium leaves will always be the Millennium sacrifice cup.
A poem describing gratitude: "Festival Ode to Teacher Dongping"
Tang zhangji
You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls.
I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.
Tears are almost in my eyes, so why not meet each other when I am unmarried?
A poem describing gratitude: "Three mourning poems, the third"
Don
Sit around and grieve for you and sigh for me, how long is life short for a hundred years!
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.
A poem describing gratitude: "Giving clothes at noon"
Don du fu
On the Dragon Boat Festival, the emperor gave precious court clothes, and the favor was added.
The fragrant silk is spun into fine kudzu vine, and the soft wind blows as white as new snow.
Since it is wet, it will clear up when it is hot.
The length of the clothes in the palace is all combined with the mind, and I will bear the hospitality of the emperor all my life.