Landscape and pastoral, side plug, love, war poems, to name a few. Thank you very much

Sheung Shui Pastoral: "Mountain House in Autumn".

Biansai: "From the Army".

Love: "Picking Hibiscus in the River".

War: "Picking the Rose".

Landscape and Pastoral: Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" Tao Yuanming's "Drinking" and "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home".

Bian Sai poem: Cen Shen "Bai Xue Ge Sends the Military Judge Back to Beijing".

Love; The Book of Poetry "The Evil".

War: Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci".

Returning to the pastoral residence--Tao Yuanming.

Ambiguous and distant village, smoke in the ruins.

The dog barks in the deep alley, and the rooster cries in the mulberry tree.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is spare time in the empty room.

After a long time in the cage, you can return to nature.

Autumn climb Wanshan to send Zhang five.

Meng Haoran is in the white clouds of the North Mountain, and the hermit is happy.

Looking at each other and climbing high, the heart flies away with the geese.

Sorrow is due to the twilight, and the prosperity is the autumn hair.

When I saw the people returning to the village, Pingsha crossed the head to rest.

The trees on the horizon are like camellias, and the riverside continent is like the moon.

Why should he bring wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

Plug down Qu Dufu.

Hold the bow as strong, and use the arrow as the long.

Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king.

There is a limit to killing, and the nations have their own borders.

If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more?

All the mountains and all the birds were cut off;

The lonely boat on the river, the fisherman wears a hat;

Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice.

After the new rain in the pastoral empty mountain, 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.

While stuffing bicycles and wanting to ask, the subject country lives extended.

Zheng Peng out of Hanse, return to the wild goose into Hu Tian.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Xiao Guan waited to ride, and he was all protected by Yan Ran.

Biansai rents and thinks about it: The desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets on the long river.

Tian Gaozhou Garden: Under the east fence of the chrysanthemum, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

Thoughts: Three thousand feet of white hair, like a long sorrow.

Friendship: The Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love.

Landscape. All the mountains and the birds are cut off;

The lonely boat on the river, the fisherman wears a hat;

Fishing alone, not afraid of the invasion of the ice and snow god.

Idyllic. 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.

Frontier. The bicycle wants to ask the side, and the subject country lives extends.

Zheng Peng out of Hanse, return to the wild goose into Hu Tian.

The desert is lonely and the source is straight, and the sun sets on the long river.

Xiao Guan waited for riding, and he was protected by Yan Crack.