Only your own poems.

1, drinking, fifth

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Translation:

Building a house in a place where people come and go will not be disturbed by secular communication.

Ask me why. As long as I aim high, I will naturally feel that my place is secluded.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.

In the evening, the scenery of Nanshan is very good, the fog lingers between the peaks and the birds return together.

It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it

Step 2 cross the village for the elderly

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

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.

Translation:

My old friend prepared a sumptuous dinner and invited me to visit him in Tian She.

Green Woods surround the village, and a green hill leans vaguely outside the city wall.

Pushing open the window to face the threshing floor and vegetable garden, drinking wine and chatting about farming.

The Double Ninth Festival is coming, and I will come here to see chrysanthemums.

3. Xuanzhou Xielou sent off the school book Shu Yun.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.

It hurts my heart even more today.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. (Browse: Lan; Bright moon: the sun and the moon)

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness is back, although we drown them with wine (a work selling sadness: eliminating sadness)

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Translation:

Yesterday, which left me, was irresistible.

Today's mood is very chaotic, which makes people worry infinitely.

Wan Li Changfeng, send the autumn geese away. Facing the beautiful scenery, you can drink tall buildings.

Mr. Wang's articles have strong Jian 'an characteristics, and from time to time reveal the beauty of poetic style.

We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon.

Draw the sword and cut off the water, it is more turbulent, more rushing, but more intense. Let's raise our glasses to dispel our worries.

If you can't be satisfied in this world, it is better to keep your long hair and board a boat on the Yangtze River.

4. An autumn night in the mountains

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

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.

Translation:

After the new rain, the valley is empty and fresh, and the weather is particularly cool in early autumn and evening.

The bright moon reflects the quiet pine forest, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks.

The girl in the bamboo forest came back from washing with a smile, and the lotus leaves swayed in the canoe.

Although the beauty of spring has faded, autumn scenery in front of us is enough to make people linger.

5, a prune, there is no moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival, flowers are also in cups, and the moon is also in cups. There are statues upstairs tonight, cloud wet screens and rain wet screens. The moon is also a work in a cup: the moon is in a cup.

Want to take the wind to ask about chemical industry, the road is also difficult to pass, and the letter is also difficult to pass. Only the candles are red, the songs are quiet, and the cups are quiet.

Translation:

Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past, I was among the fragrant osmanthus flowers. The flowers are reflected on the glass, and so is the bright moon. Tonight, I also drank a glass on the balcony to enjoy the moon, but the clouds were rolling and the rain soaked the screen window, and there was no moonlight.

I almost want to take the wind to ask the fairy, but I can't get through this day and it's hard to send a letter. There is no moon in the painting hall, only red candles shine high. We drank a few glasses of wine slowly and sang to the end.