I sing a song and poetry for the happiness of Nanxiang, thank you, urgently

Cao Zhi's representative poems include:

Seven Lamentations" The bright moon shines on the tall building, and the streamer is wandering.

There are sorrowful women, lamenting and mourning.

By asking who the sigher is, he is the wife of the guest.

The monarch has been traveling for more than ten years, and the lonely concubine often lives alone.

If you clear the road dust, the concubine is like turbid cement;

The ups and downs are different, and when the meeting is harmonious.

May it be the southwest wind and pass away into the arms of the king.

Jun Huailiang is not open, and the concubine should be what to do.

Seven steps poem" boiled beans are held as soup, and the soybeans are used as juice.

The beans are burning under the kettle, and the beans are crying in the kettle.

This is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?

Send Ying's "I.

Step up to the north of the Han and look at Luoyang Mountain in the distance.

Luoyang is lonely, and the palace is burning.

The walls were all shattered, and the thorns were towering to the sky.

I don't see the old and the old, but I see the new youth.

There is no action on the side, and the wilderness is not restored.

The wanderer has not returned for a long time, and he does not know strangers and strangers.

Nakano He is depressed, thousands of miles uninhabited.

Thinking of my usual home, I can't speak.

Send Ying's "II.

It is difficult to get it in the Qing Dynasty, and Jiahui is not constant.

There is no end in heaven and earth, and human life is like frost.

I am willing to show my friend's prescription.

Intimacy and collection send, put wine in this Heyang.

Isn't the feed alone? The drinks are endless.

Love is bitter and deep, is it worthy of the intestines?

The mountains and rivers are far away, don't promote the long life.

Willing to be a winged bird, Shi Xi soars high.

The Prince Sits "Daylight Youth".

When the rain is quiet, the dust flies.

Ice and fire.

A cool breeze drifted through me.

Clear the liquor and make a golden pillow.

The food is on display.

Qi people into the fun.

The singer came out of the Western Qin.

Pian Pian my son.

Clever and sudden.

Give Xu Gan" to the stormy day.

Suddenly he returned to the West Mountain.

The round scene is not yet full.

The stars are multiplying.

Career Practice.

The villain is not idle.

Chat and travel at night.

Swim between the two sides.

Wenchang Yu Yunxing.

Windward high sky.

The spring dove sings and flies.

Wandering Spirits.

Gu Nian Peng's room.

The poor are full of pity.

Vivio is full of nothingness.

The skin is still incomplete.

Generosity and compassion.

Xingwen is self-contained.

Who is the treasure to blame.

And the clan has its sorrows.

Confidant.

Confidant who is not.

There is no old age in the good field.

Anointed with abundant years.

Bright and beautiful.

Accumulate virtue and proclaim.

Friendship is in Dun.

Shen Zhangfu said.

In addition, there are: Miscellaneous poems (six poems), "Banquet Poems", "Boudoir Love" (two poems), "Ying Zhao", "Gift to White Horse Wang Biao", "Love Poems", "Shuo Feng", "Jiao Zhi" and so on.

Luo Shen Fu or that seven-step poem.

White Horse Chapter, donating his life to go to the country, seeing death as if he were going home.

The sea - blue love, infinite anticipation.

The wind dances gently across the sea, setting off layers of spray, and the sun or moonlight shimmers in the tears of the waves, unleashing a waiting brilliance. Romantic tones dance violently above the sea, and the broken waves have broken dreams and loves. There are many touching tears in the blue water, and although the sea can't read the feelings, it still flows.

The sea, there is a happy wandering in the cool warmth, and there is also the brilliance of love in the turbulent waves; Dreams, blooming in the torrents of the deep sea, singing ballads with true fairy tales. There is anticipation flowing between the sea and the sky, and the hope there is singing, like the sweet call of a mermaid in the depths of the sea. The blue waves sparkle and reflect the waiting of love, and the mixed blue wind wanders in life.

Mom, when will Dad come back? It will soon be dark. A boy asked his mother, who was looking out over the sea. Anxiety roared in my heart, waiting heavily, Dad had been out to sea to fish for two days, but he hadn't come home yet.

Mom suppressed the waves in her heart, smiled and said, "Dad is back, you see, there must be a hidden figure in the beauty of the sunset." ”

The sunset is about to dip into the water and take a bath, and there is no sign of my father. ”

The mother gently held the boy's chubby little hand and said kindly, "Believe Mom, this side of the sea is waiting, and the other side of the sea is hope." ”

But doesn't Dad know that we're waiting for him to come home? Why stay at sea? The boy's childish voice was soon drowned out in the sound of the waves. The waves are still howling.

Daddy knows, and we know, we've been waiting for Daddy to come home ......”

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass - Tang Wang Zhilian's "Liangzhou Ci".

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu - Song Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri".

I don't know each other in the spring breeze, what is going on? - Don Li Bai, "Spring Thoughts".

The wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows again - Tang Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass".

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me - Song Wang Anshi's "Docking the Boat Guazhou".

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring - Song Zhu Xi's "Spring Day".

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. ——Southern Tang Dynasty monk Zhi'an's "Quatrain".

The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.

The night of the heavenly steps is as cool as water, lying down to watch the morning glory Vega.

Han Yuefu One of the nineteen ancient poems.

Morning Glory, the Han Girl of the Bright River;

Slender hands, zaza machine lyric;

All day long, sobbing is like rain;

The river is clear and shallow, a little different!

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

Tang Li Shangyin [Chang'e].

The mica screen candle shadow is deep, and the long river gradually falls.

Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are night and night.

Northern and Southern Dynasties Shen Yue.

Nocturne] The river is vertical and horizontal, and the Beidou is horizontal and straight.

The starry sky is like this, would you rather know that you have memories?

The lonely lamp is warm and unknown, and the cold machine is still weaving.

Zero tears to whom, the rooster sighed.

Three Kingdoms Wei Cao Pi [Yan Ge Xing].

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees shake and fall into frost.

The group of swallows resigned to the south of the wild goose, and read the gentleman's thoughts and broken intestines.

Thinking of returning to your hometown, why do you stay and send it to others?

The cheap concubine kept the empty room, and she didn't dare to forget it, and she didn't feel that her clothes were stained with tears.

The strings of the piano are cleared, and the short song cannot be long.

The bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and Han flow west at night.

Morning glory and weaver girls look at each other from afar, why should you live up to the river beam?

Su Shi [crossed the sea on the night of June 20].

Participate in the horizontal fight and turn to the three watches, and the bitter rain will eventually clear the wind.

Who embellishes the clouds and the moon? Tianrong Hai Se is clarified.

In the spare time, Lu Suo took advantage of the will, and knew the sound of Xuanyuan music.

I don't hate the nine deaths in the southern wilderness, and I don't hate it, and I have a unique life.

Actually, the words are pretty good.

Li Qingzhao's [Fisherman's Pride].

The sky is cloudy and foggy, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance, as if the dream soul returns to the emperor's place, hearing the words of the sky, and asking me diligently where I go.

I reported that the road was long and twilight, and there were amazing sentences in my knowledge. Ninety thousand miles of wind is rising, the wind rests, and the boat blows the three mountains.

Zhang Xiaoxiang [Nian Nujiao, through the Dongting].

Dongting green grass, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no wind at all.

Yujian Qiongtian is 30,000 hectares, and I have a leaf in the boat.

The moon is bright, the bright river is shadowed, and the surface and the inside are clear.

Leisurely heart, the wonder is difficult to talk to you.

Ying Nian Ling table after many years, the lonely light shines on itself, and the liver and gallbladder are ice and snow.

The short hair is sparse and cold, and it is stable and empty.

As far as the West River goes, the Beidou is carefully poured, and Vientiane is the guest.

Buckle the side alone, I don't know what day it is.

Qin Guan [Queqiao Immortal].

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels all the way to the dark.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, and the best period is like a dream. Bear with Gu Queqiao and return home!

If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight?

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels all the way to the dark.

Life is not seen, and it is like a participant.