Please help look up a few ancient poems

Dive into the night with the wind and moisturize things silently. --Rainy spring nights.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. --Spring Dawn.

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. --Quatrain".

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. "Xijiang Moon Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road" [Song] Xin abandoned the disease.

The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. "Xiao out of Jingci Temple to send Lin Zifang" [Song] Yang Wanli Mountain Residence Autumn Blind. Wang wei.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Lu Chai Wang Wei.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Returning to the deep forest, shining on the moss.

The deceased Zhuang Meng Haoran.

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

1: Farewell poem.

1 "Farewell" [Tang] Wang Wei.

Send each other off in the mountains, and cover the firewood at dusk.

The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandchildren will not return.

2, "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling" [Tang] Li Bai.

The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The lonely sail is far away from the blue mountains, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

2: Cherish the time and study poetry diligently.

The three watches are lit up and the five watches are when the boys are studying.

The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late.

Tang Dynasty. Yan Zhenqing, "Persuasion of Learning").

Song of Tomorrow. Qianhetan.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much!

I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass.

If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will go and autumn will come.

Look at the water flowing eastward, and watch the sun fall in the west at dusk.

How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my "Song of Tomorrow"!

3；About horses.

Do it right away. Qi Jiguang.

The north and south drove to report the main situation, and the river lace grass smiled at his life.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, all of them go on horseback.

Tianjingsha Qiusi.

Ma Zhiyuan. Withered vines and old trees are faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads are west wind and thin horses, the sun is setting, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world.

4: Related to spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Jin Se (Li Shangyin).

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Evil. I want to know you.

Longevity.

There are no tombs in the mountains. The river is exhausted.

Winter thunder and earthquakes. Summer rain and snow.

Heaven and earth are combined. Dare to be with the king.

Butterfly Love Flower (Ouyang Xiu).

The courtyard is a little deep.

The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition.

Yule carved saddle tour smelter.

The height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

Rain, crosswinds, and March twilight.

The door covers the dusk, and there is no plan to stay in the spring.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently.

Randy Red flew over the swing.

Drunken autumn. Qingling shakes the shadow, and the light moon paints the west building.

Send three glasses of wine, Sijun is sorrowful.

Drunk and waved the green case pen, and splashed ink by mistake.

The speculum is smiling, and the autumn mountain is shy of the moon.