ancient poem with five characters to each line

Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.

Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.

Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.

The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.

Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.

Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.

Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless. Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head. The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer. I look at this precious sword, I hold the railing upstairs, and no one understands the mind I am building now.

-Xin Qiji's "Shui Long Yin Deng Healthy Yangxin Pavilion"

Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan?

If you are a scholar Wan Huhou, please go to Lingyange temporarily.

-the fifth song of Li He's "Thirteen Songs of the South Garden"

Du Fu

"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Climbing Yueyang Tower

[Du Fu]

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion

Wang Changling

The night before Leng Yu Jun came to the stream, I arrived in Wu.

At the dawn when I bid farewell to my friends, I saw the desolate Chu Mountain.

Answer, if they ask me in Luoyang.

A piece of Bing Xin is happy in the jade pot. Xin Qiji lives in the village.

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.

I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Endless desire

Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow,

Flowing to the ancient ferry in Guazhou,

Wu Shan is a little sad.

Think long and hate long,

I hated it until I came back,

Yueming people lean on the building.

Bai Juyi and Li Bai's "Nanjing Dengfengtai"

There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.

Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.

Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet.

There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.