Can anyone help me find 4 Tang poems, Song lyrics, and Yuan songs?

Wanglu Mountain Waterfall.

The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days. Seven Uniques: Early White Emperor City.

Between the white emperor and the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day.

The sound of apes on both sides of the strait is endless, and the light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains. Seven Uniques: Gift to Wang Lun.

Li Bai was about to go on a boat, and suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore.

The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love. Quiet Night Thoughts.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. Bu Operator Yongmei Lu You Outside the post by the broken bridge.

Loneliness opens without an owner. 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. Sheng Chazi swallows came last year, and the curtain was deep. The incense path has to be returned to the mud, and the piano and books are dirty. This year the swallows come, who listens to the murmuring.

Language? There was no shutter man, and there was a dusk rain. Huanxi Sha's father argued that the rain was even, and his brows were not as good as last year's. Attentive and thankful, but the dust is lost. Birds can sometimes persuade guests, but there are no small peaches.

Lai has been sultry. The pear blossom is also made white-headed. Huanxi Sha and Uncle Gao, Zi is like Sushan Temple, and the flowers are evenly powdered in the present day, why is the willow eyebrows? The east wind blows the rain finer than the dust. It's good to laugh at yourself.

The mountains are as lustful, but now the trees are more cherished. Sorrow and hatred are new. Yuanqu.

Tianjingsha (Qiusi).

Ma Zhiyuan. Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. Ancient road west wind thin horse. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Hillside sheep (Tong care ancient).

Zhang Yanghao. The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, he hesitated and was sad about the Qin and Han dynasties. The palace and all the rooms were made of soil. Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer.

Ma Zhiyuan. 100-year-old time is like a dream butterfly, looking back at the past. Today's spring comes, the Ming Dynasty flowers are gone, and the lights of the night are extinguished.

Ma Zhiyuan. The fishing lights are dim, the guest dreams back, and the sound is heartbreaking.

The lonely boat and the five watches are thousands of miles away, and they are a few tears away from people.

Tang poems: Jiang Xue, Liu Zongyuan, thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Autumn Residence on the Ba Shang. Ma Dai Bayuan is stormy, and the geese are frequent at night.

Deciduous trees, cold lights and lonely nights.

The empty garden is white and dewy, and the lonely wall is a wild monk.

Lying in the suburbs for a long time, what year to this body.

Chun Si Li Bai.

The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches.

When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her intestines.

I don't know each other in the spring breeze, what is going on?

Sauvignon Blanc one.

Li Bai Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.

Luo Wei and autumn cry Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold.

The lonely lamp was overwhelmed, and he rolled up his curtains and sighed at the moon sky.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds, with the high sky above and the waves of water below. The world is far away, and the soul is bitter, and the dream soul is not difficult to pass the mountain. Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching.