An ancient poem describing parting.

Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore.

Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.

Wang Bo, send Du Shaofu to Sichuan.

Through the wall of Sanqin and the fog of five rivers, we said goodbye, and our two officials run counter to each other. However, when China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. Why do you wander at the fork in the road, and their children are stained with towels?

"Don't move big" is of high quality.

Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing snow.

Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.

Wang Wei sent Yuan Wei as two ambassadors to Anxi.

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west.

See Meng Haoran again on Li Bai's way to Yangzhou

An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

Sailing alone, the blue sky is exhausted, and only the Yangtze River is in the sky.

Break up with Wang Xinjian Changling at Furong Inn.

It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.

Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other that there was a piece of ice in the jade pot.

Yang Wanli, sent to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.

After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.

A Song of Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Ng Wui

The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.

Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.

The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.

The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.

But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.

Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.

We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.

Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.

Yu Lin Liu Lingyong

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood, and the blue boat urges me to send them where I miss them.

Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.

Reading-go to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight sinks into the sky.

Since ancient times, it is more worthy of being left out in the autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Even though there are thousands of customs, who should I talk to? ...

Meng Jiao, a tramp's song.

A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late.

But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!

Ouyang xiu, a trip to the sand

The plum blossoms are waiting in the pavilion, the willows on the bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying.

Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.

Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence.

Spring mountain is everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside the mountain.

"He Xinlang" Zhang Gan Yuan

Send Hu Bangheng to NSW.

Dream around Shenzhou Road, melancholy-the autumn wind draws corners, and the Forbidden City leaves the millet.

At its root, Kunlun is dominant, and nine foxes are turbulent.

God's will is never difficult to ask, but it is easy to say that you are sad when you are old.

More Nanpu, farewell.

The willow trees on the cool shore heat up the summer. More diarrhea river, the stars are thin and the moon is thin, and the clouds are slightly broken.

I know where to turn around and talk in bed.

If the goose doesn't come, the book becomes a book.

Cao Kener hates you. Xiubai listens to gold thread.