Follow the grass and read more classic poems
There is a kind of joy called meeting
"Ask Liu Nineteen"
Don Bai Juyi
Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.
Late to the day want snow, can drink a cup of nothing.
There is a kind of sadness called sadness
"Ugly Slave Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall"
Song Xin abandons the disease
The teenager does not know the taste of sorrow and loves to go upstairs.
Fall in love with the upper floors. I am worried about giving new words.
And now I know all the sorrows, and I want to say goodbye.
I want to say goodbye. But it was a cool autumn.
There is a kind of sadness called parting
"He ShengChao, Farewell"
Song Ye Qingchen
Full of green and green to stay with the king.
Mo hurried home.
Three points of spring color, two points of sorrow, and one point of wind and rain.
The flowers bloom and come a little.
And sing and sue.
I don't know where I will meet again when I am a peony in the next year.
There is a kind of depression called frustration
《Jiang Xue》
Don Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of mountain birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.
Lonely boat, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River.
There is an emotion called loneliness
"September 9th Remembers the Shandong Brothers"
Don Wang Wei
Alone in a foreign land for strangers, every festive season to think of relatives.
The Haruka brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person planted everywhere.
There is a kind of nostalgia called nostalgia
"Huan Xi Sha"
Naranjande
Whoever reads the west wind cool alone,
Xiao Xiao yellow leaves closed the window.
Contemplate the past and stand in the sun.
Shocked by the wine Mo Spring sleep heavy,
Gambling books are pouring tea.
At that time, only the Tao was commonplace.
There is an experience called vicissitudes
"Homecoming Doll Book"
Don He Zhizhang
The young man left home and returned to the old man, and the township voice did not change the sideburns.
Children don't know each other, laughing and asking where the guests come from.
There is a mentality called indifference
"Sitting Alone on the Pavilion Mountain"
Don Lee Bai
The birds flew high, and the lonely clouds went alone.
Looking at each other is not tired, only Jingting Mountain.
Pay attention to the grass and read the classics together
Present your poetry collection "Selected Poems for Reading and Sleeping"