Quick, 5 poems, if it s good, give it a quick point

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

2: Tour Shanxi Village.

Land tours. Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, you will knock on the door with a cane all the time and night.

3: Poppy.

Song Li Yu. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past.

Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

4: Ascend. Du fu.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

5: Remembering Jiangnan.

Tang] Bai Juyi.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the river water is as green as blue in spring, so you can not remember the south of the Yangtze River.

Tang Li Shangyin, Untitled

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Lu You's "Tour of Shanxi Village".

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year. There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Poppies. When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon" Li Yu (word).

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past. Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight. The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Ascending" Du Fu.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, annoyance, sideburns, pouring a new turbid wine glass.

Remembering Jiangnan" Bai Juyi (word).

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the river water is as green as blue in spring, so you can not remember the south of the Yangtze River.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon?

How much do you know about the past?

Xiaolou had another east wind last night.

The old country is unbearable to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there.

It's just that Zhu Yan changed.

Ask how sad you can be.

It is like a river flowing eastward.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

Gangnam is good. The scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red.

In spring, the river water is as green as blue.

Can not remember Jiangnan.

Li Qingzhao is like a dream.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same.

Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

The spring breeze in Wuling is exhausted, and the flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and 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.

Drunken flowers, clouds, clouds, eternal day, Rui brain gold beast. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Linjiang Xianmei.

The courtyard is a little deeper, and the cloud window fog pavilion is late in spring, for whom is haggard and damaged. If you come to sleep at night, it should be a southern branch.

The jade thin sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipe in the south building is blown. Who knows if the strong fragrance blows, the warm wind will be sooner or later, don't go to the apricot blossom fertilizer.

A cut of plum red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn. 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, so I frowned, but I was in my 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 and be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a one, sad words!

What poem? Modern or ancient.

Repost the poem of the fish mystery.

Tang - Fish Mystery - Sorrow.

The fallen leaves are raining in the twilight, and Zhu Si is alone in the song.

Let go of affection and hatred without friends, and nourish the empty sea of bitterness.

There are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow outside the door of the elderly's car sound.

The cloth clothes will eventually be a guest in the clouds, and the green waters and green mountains will pass.

Tang - Yu Xuanji Kai - Reward Li Bachelor Sent Money.

Zhenyun newly paved the jade building, and the Hongcheng jade water records the square flow.

Only the cloud fan is similar, and the silver bed hates early autumn in the same direction.

Tang - Fish Sun with Xuanji - Reward Li Ying's summer fishing return to show that although the residence is in the same lane, the years have not passed.

Qing words persuade the old woman, and the cinnamon folds the new Ke.

Taoism bullies ice and snow, and Zen laughs at Qiluo.

On the sky, there is no way to catch the smoke waves.

Tang - Yu Xuanji - Spring Love Sending Zi An.

The mountain road is dangerous, and it is not worrying about lovesickness.

The ice is far away and the stream is pitiful and clear, and the snow is far away and the cold peak wants to be jade.

Don't listen to all the songs of spring sickness and wine, and take a break to recruit idle guests and be greedy for chess at night.

If the leader of the Song Bandit Stone Alliance is here, it will be late than the winged brother-in-law.

Although I hate to walk alone at the end of winter, when we see the full moon at the end of the day.

Don't give anything to give, tears fall into a poem.

Tang - Yu Xuanji - The second rhyme is adjacent to the new house and begging wine in the west.

A poem is chanted, and the new love words are golden.

Looking at the west, there is already the intention of climbing, and the distance can be fossil-free.

During the Hehan period, he checked the sky on credit, and Xiaoxiang dreamed of breaking the piano.

In the cold season, homesickness is added, and the uncle is not alone.

Don - Yu Xuanji - Playing ball as a piece.

A star stream is firm and round, and the moon cane is not going to rest.

When there is no obstacle, it is played from the plucking, and there is a fence to be hooked.

I don't want to turn it around, but I'm afraid it won't end.

After all, the entry should begin, and I hope you will strive for the forefront.