Famous poems with a word count of 60 to 70

Will enter the wine (Li Bai)].

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Cen Fuzi and Dan Qiusheng will (qiāng) into the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me:

The bell and drum (zhuàn) jade is not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted Pingle (lè), and fought wine for ten thousand and joyful (xuè).

What is the master's words and little money, and the path (jìng) must be sold to the king.

Five-flowered horses, Qianjin Qiu, Hu'er will (qiāng) in exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with Er.

Su Shi's words "Jiangchengzi" and the dream of the twentieth day of the first month of Yimao are exactly 70 words, not many words, not many words.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

The peach blossoms are warm, and the poplar flowers are chaotic. Poor Zhu Huchun is half strong. Long memory, exploring the day.

Smile on Lang's shoulders, red and blue. Pity, pity, pity. The spring night is short, and the intestines are broken.

Tear stains grow to the east wind. With green wings, ask for news. When will the flowers return in spring?

Memories, memories, memories. (Text, 60 words of reed slag) Butterfly love flower Liuqu Gan is a green tree, the willow wind is light, and the wisps are exhausted.

Who moved the zither to the jade pillar? Piercing the curtain, the petrel flew away. The eyes are full of gossamer and flocculent, when the red apricot opens, it rains in a flash.

I slept and was silent, and I couldn't find a place to find my dreams. Yu Da (is erecting the vertical part, 60 words) Linjiang Immortal After the dream, the building is locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake upLast year, when the spring hatred came.

The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flyingI remember the first time Apple saw him, and he had two heartsThe lutea strings say acacia.

At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds. (Text, 58 words) All "Hairpin Phoenix".

Butterfly Loves Flowers", "Linjiang Immortal".

are all in line with the requirements.

1. "Guan Shanyue".

Tang Dynasty, Li Bai.

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay.

came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldiers looked at the sidelines, and the noisy thoughts were bitter.

High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

Vernacular translation: A bright moon from Qilian Mountain.

Rise and walk through the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty long wind blew over tens of thousands of miles and blew through the Yumen Pass where the soldiers were stationed.

At that time, the Han soldiers pointed directly at Baishan Mountain.

Dao, Tibet. Covet a large area of rivers and mountains in Qinghai.

This is the place where the past dynasties have been conquest, and the soldiers who go out to fight are rarely able to survive, and the soldiers who defend the border city look at the scene from afar, and they can't help but feel sad when they think of their hometown.

At this time, the soldier's wife was in a tall building, lamenting when she would be able to see her distant relatives.

2. "Reward for the Joy of the Elderly".

Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi.

People who don't care about the old, who will pity the old.

The thinness of the body is frequent, and the hair is thinning and the crown is self-deviating.

Waste books are cherished for the eye, and they are more scorched for the years.

The experience is also knowledgeable, and reading people is like reading Sichuan.

It's fortunate to think about it, and it's easy to see it here.

Mo Dao mulberry night, for the sun is still full of sky.

Vernacular translation: Who does not care about aging and who will show love and pity to him when he is old?

The body is getting thinner, the clothes are getting tighter and tighter, and the hair is thin, and the hat that is worn straight will also deviate to the side by itself.

Books are put aside and stopped reading because of the care of the eyes, and moxibustion is often used because of old age and weakness.

The more people you have experienced, the more you can see, the more you can observe.

If you think about it, there is a good side to getting old, and if you overcome your worries about getting old, you will feel happy and carefree.

Not to mention that it is almost evening when the sun reaches the mulberry elm, its afterglow can still reflect the sky red.