Poems of the Ancients:
As Jun Qingyan once,
Desire and good chapter for a long time,
Will be the first child's sense of family life,
Unbearable wine talk for a lifetime!
Plane trees, west wind yellow leaves fluttering, sunset sparse forest branches; Don't do anything, and hang on to whomever hangs. Zhu Yan was withering in the realm, and her white hair was worried about the side...
The tide falls in the village of Jiangsu, and the red peach blows full of fishing rocks,
I don't know how the Qing Emperor can bear it, Ren Er is flying everywhere!
Spring flowers fall in the shadows, ten thousand trees yin thick to the moon groan,
Sigh like a dream, Qu Yi Gu wine lying deep neighbor!
Ling Bo micro-step green poplar causeway, shallow Bisha Ming Road is fascinated,
Chant the beauty of the herb sentence, come back to take the accompanying incense boudoir!
The homeland is three thousand miles, the deep official is twenty years, a river is full of children, and the tears fall before the king.
The world is mixed, why is the heart of heaven uneven? Because of the sense of current events, it is angry.
Candles are hard to find dreams, books are cold five more? Horse hissing moon fall, Golden Drum Ten Thousand King's Camp.
The willows are merciless, and the silk turns into a thousand strands of sorrow; The praises were as promised, and the mind was haunted. Whoever destroys the soul is full of words, away from the pavilion, a storm, only people return...
The storms and rains remember the dust of the past, and repent of the hue causes of the scene,
Ten days of yellow flowers and melancholy shadows, a bent eyebrow moon lazy voyeur;
Ice silk dies first, and the cold dreams of the old country are not spring,
The world is full of tears, for whom is the account of the water?
