About the ancient poems of Yong, what are the ancient poems of Yong

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Yongmei. The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring.

When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes.

Red crisp is willing to put the qiongbud crushed, and explore the south branch to open all over the end?

I don't know how long I have been brewing, but I see that there is infinite meaning.

The Taoist is haggard at the bottom of the spring window, and he is stuffy and sorrowful.

If you want to come and take a look at it, you will come to rest, and it may not be windy in the Ming Dynasty.

Fortune Operator Yongmei.

Song Lu You is on the side of the broken bridge outside the post, lonely and lonely.

It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Yongmei. The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring.

When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes.

Red crisp is willing to put the qiongbud crushed, and explore the south branch to open all over the end?

I don't know how long I have been brewing, but I see that there is infinite meaning.

The Taoist is haggard at the bottom of the spring window, and he is stuffy and sorrowful.

If you want to come and take a look at it, you will come to rest, and it may not be windy in the Ming Dynasty.

Fortune Operator Yongmei.

Song Lu You is outside the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Nian Nujiao. Chibi Nostalgia", "Shu Xiang", "Jingkou Beiguting Nostalgia", "Yangzhou Slow", "Red Cliff".

Psalm, meaning to chant. In ancient times, poetry was an extremely common thing. People express their feelings through their feelings about everyday life. It can be said that poetry was a tool for emotional catharsis in ancient times.

Under the Chinese Lu language: "Poetry is agreeable, and songs are poetry." Today's poems are in the room, and the songs are sung in the law. ”

Han Zhang Heng's "Si Xuan Fu": "Shuangcai is sad and unacceptable, and sings poems and songs. ”

Tang Dufu's "Song of the Pleasure Garden": The Holy Dynasty also knows that the lowly and ugly people are ugly, and one thing is from the Dutch Emperor Tianci. There is no place to return to this body, and he sings poetry independently and vastly.

Tang Wangjian's "Seeing Flowers on a Cold Day": Drunken clothes are laughing from guests, and drunk words are looking for flowers. The old man is happy to have nothing to do, and he has to sing poems on his back in the West Garden.

Song Luyou's poem "Evening Po Songzi Ferry": "Career is depressed but drunk, and Klook sings poems in the vastness." ”