Whoever has good knowledge about ancient poetry and ancient poetry will post it to me.

Given from the king's outcome.

Tang] Zhang Jiuling.

Since the king's outcome, he will not take care of the remnants.

Sijun is like a full moon, and the night is less bright.

Dotted lips [clear] Nalan sexuality.

A kind of moth eyebrows, the lower chord is not as good as the first chord. Geng Lang is not old, why is it sad early?

The plain wall is obliquely bright, and the bamboo shadow is swept across the window. The empty room was quiet, and I was crying, and I went down to the west building again.

The Book of Poetry, the National Style, the Han Canton.

There are arbors in the south, which cannot be contemplated; Han has a wandering girl, unthinkable.

The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible; Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.

Wrong salary, words are clear; The son of Yu is home, and his words are his horse.

The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible; Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.

warped the wrong salary, and said that it was bad; The son of Yu is home, and he is a horse.

The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible; Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.

Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia was a low grave.

I'm outside, and my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

Homesickness Xi Murong.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

Always on a moonlit night.

The face of the hometown is a vague longing.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

Homesickness after parting is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old.

Is it good to have some love, Li Bai's, enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, short lovesickness, infinite, ruthless is better than amorous.

Chinese culture has a long history, and there are many good poems. The scope of your questions is too broad, and you don't know whose poems you like or what kind of poems you like. So here, I'll just recommend a few of my favorite poems.

Nalan Rongruo's:

Seeing each other, the flowers are like a dream. The musk smoke is faint, and the sunset is diving down to the west of the small building. Infinite sorrow, emaciation, who knows. Teach the jade cage parrot to read Lang poems.

The juvenile tour is only as good as this, but only if there is affection. Ordinary wind and moon, waiting for idle talk and laughter, the meaning is appropriate. Ten years of bluebird sound dust, the past is not overwhelmed. A hook of the waning moon shines, half a curtain flies, always annoying.

Magnolia Flower Order. Quasi-archaic decisive words.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but the hearts of the people, but the old hearts are changeable! Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. What a lucky brocade Lang, than Ji Lianzhi's wish on the day!

Li Qingzhao's: A cut of plum red lotus fragrance remnants of jade. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to heart.

The voice is slow and searching, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, the wind is in a hurry at night!

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark!

The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

The spring breeze in Wuling has been exhausted, and the day and day are tired of combing the hair, the things are people and everything is resting, and the tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

Hope you'll like it!

Drink the lake after the first sunny day.

Su shi. The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup.

Homesick on the night of the winter solstice.

Bai Juyi. Handan post is accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp on the winter solstice.

Thinking about sitting late at night at home, I should also talk about people who travel far away.

Looking at the moon and looking far away. Zhang Jiuling.

The sea rises and the moon rises at this time.

The lover complains about the night and is lovesick.

Extinguish the candle and merciful light, and put on your clothes and feel dewed.

It is unbearable to give away the dream of sleeping.

Yuefu folk songs. Lotus picking Nantang autumn lotus over the head.

Bow your head and get lotus seeds, lotus seeds are as clear as water.

Late over the water north. Ouyang Xiu.

The cold river dissipates the snow and the frozen pool gradually flows.

The sunset people are gone, and the sand birds go fishing in the boat.

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night.

Zhang Ruoxu. The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river.

The river flows like a circle around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air is unconscious, and the white sand on the flying is invisible.

The river sky is a color without fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the sky is bright.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year.

Life is infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's house tonight, where is the Acacia Mingyue Tower.

Poor upstairs wandering in the moon should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and I hope that the moon will shine on you.

The wild goose flies long and the light is not enough, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell into flowers, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows in the spring, and the moon falls in the river and the pond slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang infinite road.

I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the moon is full of love and trees.

There is a beautiful woman in the north

Li Yannian. There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country?

It's hard to get a beautiful woman!

Meet Li Yu.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, she was in a hurry, and she had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the wind in the evening. Rouge tears, leaving people drunk, when is it heavy? Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.