The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. It is a pity to look at western capital. Sad Qin and Han classics, palace

All the rooms in the bay are grounded. Xing, the people suffer; Death, people suffer!

Drinking >> Tao Yuanming

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

Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.

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

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

This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.

Li Shangyin in Jinse

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Que Qiao song xian Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two relationships last for a long time and still exist, day and night ~

Chen Ziang, on the tower of Youzhou.

No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.

Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

Two Land Tours in Shen Yuan

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On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

Secondly,

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

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The Old Times of Xibao Mountain Liu Yuxi

When Wang Jun's ships set out from Yizhou, the position of the prince of Wu disappeared.

The long Zhang Qian chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered on the stone wall.

How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold.

Since then, the world has belonged to one another, and rushes are whistling in the old base.

Is "Ode to History" clear? gong zizhen

Jinfen is a celebrity among the top ten kings in Southeast China.

The prison basin is full of guests' exercises, and the talent of group fans is upstream.

Avoid seats, fear to smell the literary inquisition, and write a book to benefit the rice beam.

Tianheng has 500 people, don't come back as soon as possible ~

Eight poems of Qiu Xing? One is Du Fu.

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.

Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

Speak slowly and softly, Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can I beat him? I was late in the wind, and the geese passed by. I was sad, but it was an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard and haggard, who will pick it now, who will keep the window, and why are you alone?

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence?

Xin Qiji in the Hidden Water Dragon

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. Sunset tower,

In the sound of breaking, Jiangnan wanderer. I saw Wu Gou and made a column, but no one would attend.

Don't say that the perch is terrible, the west wind is exhausted, and the Ji Ying has not returned. He begged for land and home, fearing that he would be ashamed. Liu Lang was talented. Unfortunately, time flies,

Sad wind and rain, the tree is so sad ~ who is it, calling for the red scarf and green sleeves and crying for the hero?