Poetry expressing true feelings

However, China keeps our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor-Tang Weber bid farewell to Vice Governor Du and set out to work in Shuzhong.

Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor —— Meeting Li Shaofu in Weicheng by Zhang Tang at the age of nine

Teenagers like to learn new things, and they miss their old friends when they die —— Tang Hanyu's Going to Quejiangzhou to see off Dr. Li from Hubei, Guangdong and Hunan.

Make friends with literature and be neighbors with morality —— On the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, shun lau, Langzhong's Parting by Tang Zuyong

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

Making friends in life is at the end, not for ups and downs in the middle —— Five Poems of Difficult Travel by Tang Helan

There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why should we tune together first? -Tang Du Fu's "Walking Home".

When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles, and throw away your childhood-Tang Libai's Long March.

Although my body has no bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn —— Two untitled poems by Li Shangyin

Although my body has no bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn —— Two untitled poems by Li Shangyin

Last year, today, peach blossoms set each other off in this door. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile —— Hu's "South Village of Capital"

Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will cry dry every night.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, is it sunny but sunny? -"Zhi Zhu Ci" by Liu Tang Yuxi

Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber-five poems of Tang Yuanzhen's Thoughts.

The picture above is a green void, and the picture below is a yellow spring, but he didn't find what he was looking for in two places-Song of Eternal Sorrow by Tang Juyi.

Since then, there is no beloved night, so let him go to the West Building under the bright moon-the love described by Tang.

We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow