In ancient times, it was described as cherishing talents and not getting poems.

Year: Tang Author: Style: Seven Ancient Categories: Nostalgia

No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.

Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

2. Xika Mountain climbs very high.

Year: Tang Author: Du Mu Genre: Seven Laws Category: Chronology

On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.

Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

3. Stay in Xiangjiang River when it rains in autumn.

Year: Tang Author: genre: category: etc.

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

Be angry with books

Year: Song Author: Lu You School: Seven Laws

When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.

It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind.

Stuffed on the Great Wall, making empty promises, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.

When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.

5. Jia Sheng

Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Genre: Four Musts

The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.

Before midnight, people in Mo Wen asked about ghosts and gods.

6. Sufu

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Seven Temperaments

It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.

I heard the lonely sound of the horn sounded in the dark, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me.

My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.