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Those eye-catching poems

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The ancients were not seen before, and the comers were not seen after that. Thinking of heaven and earth, alone but weeping. ——Chen Ziang, "Dengyouzhou Tai Song"

The world is a big dream, how many autumn coolness will life be? ——Su Shi, "Xijiang Yue"

The shadow is oblique, reflecting the shallow west lake in the distance; the dark incense floats, and the night moon is long and the dusk. ——Zhang Dai, "Tao An Dream Memories"

Looking back, the old man is long, full of clothes and crowns. --Xin Zhiyi, "The Twelve Brothers of He Groom Bemoga"

In the dust of the world, I would rather love and hate. —— Li Shangyin, "Northern Qingluo"

Lying down at night to listen to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier came to sleep. ——Lu You, "The Wind and Rain masterpiece of November 4th"

I was drunk and went to sleep, and the Ming Dynasty deliberately came with the piano. —— Li Bai, "Drinking with the Ghost in the Mountains"

The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and the Chang'an flowers are seen in one day. —— Mengjiao, "After Dengke"

In heaven wish to be compared to a winged bird, in the earth wish to be a branch. The days go on and on, and this hatred lasts forever. ——Bai Juyi, "Long Hate Song"

Heavenly White Jade Jing, the twelfth floor of the five cities. The immortals stroked my top, and the knotted hair was immortalized. ——" After the chaos and departure of the Heavenly Grace Liu Yelang recalls the old travel book Huai Gift Jiang Xia Wei Tai Shou Liang Zai"

In case the Zen barrier is suddenly broken, the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow. - "Two Songs of Night Sitting"

Blow out the reading lights, all over the moon. - "Blowing Out the Reading Lamp"

Spring water is blue in the sky, painting boats to listen to rain sleep. The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists. - "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan Is Good"

This past year should be a good day and a good scene. Even if there are a thousand styles, who to say? ——Liu Yong, "Raining Bells, Cold Cicadas"

There was no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lowered my eyebrows, but I was worried. ——Li Qingzhao, "A Cut of Plum Red Lotus Incense Residue Jade Mo Qiu"

Cutting continuously, rationalizing is still chaotic, and it is sad. Don't be the general taste in your heart. ——Li Yu, "Meet Huan, Wordlessly Go to the West Building"

Mingyue high-rise building rests alone. The wine enters the intestines and turns into tears of acacia. --Fan Zhongyan, "Su Mucha Nostalgia"

The sunset and the lone bird fly together, and the autumn water is long and colorful. When old and strong, would you rather move the heart of the white head? Poor and strong, do not fall into the ambition of the clouds. —— Wang Bo, "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion"