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Those beautiful poems worth collecting in the university.
The beautiful ancient poems that can be written into the composition are autumn wind, autumn moon, falling leaves and Western jackdaw in the west.

Lipper

Autumn wind ci

Explanation:

The autumn wind is bleak, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, and the crows are startled.

With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.

Butterfly lovers, Spring Rain, Sunny Wind, Breaking the Frozen First by Li Qingzhao.

Explanation:

I drink and write poems alone, without company. I don't know when my tears have a new makeup.

Feather clothes are often hazy and do not touch human peaches and plums.

bai yuchan

Sleeping clouds

Explanation:

I still smell of mountains and forests, but my heart is no longer greedy for mortal dust.

On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset.

A swallow of Dao Ji.

Red magpie day

Explanation:

The roads in the wilderness are covered with spring grass again, and the sunset in the attic is reflected every day.

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

Ouyang Xiu

Step on the sand

Explanation:

Sorrow seems endless, just like an endless spring.

A pine tree that has become greener because of rain, a stream that originated from the mountain source.

A Liu Changqing.

Looking for a Taoist priest in Nanxi

Explanation:

After the rain, the pine trees are greener, and the road changes with the mountains. Look at the source of the stream.

There is a harp playing in the middle of the night, and the west wind is rustling with ivy.

Xu hun

early autumn

Explanation:

The night is cool, and the west wind blows among the green leaves.

What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow.

Su Shi

Homesickness of He Ziyou Mianchi

Explanation:

Life is erratic, just like a flying magpie, leaving its mark on the snow in a hurry.