Universities must recite ancient poems.

Qingnalanxingde

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity (Part One)

Don du fu

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.

Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

Climbing Yueyang Tower and Looking at Junshan in the Rain: Two Poems

Huang Songting Jian

Pass on the desolation of the edge through the death of the temple, and now live outside Qutang Gorge in Yan Guan.

Jiangnan smiled and stood in front of Yueyang Tower to Junshan.

The wind and rain in Mitsue leaned against the railing, tying the ladies' twelve buns to the ladies.

It's a pity that I can't face the lake, but I can only see Junshan in the Yinshan pile.

Fu Dai was a partridge.

On strangers, soft mulberry branches and oriental silkworm eggs have been born.

The fine grass in Pinggang sings yellow calves, and the crow in the cold forest at sunset.

The mountains are far and near, the roads are inclined, and the green slate sells wine with people.

Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring.

Yong Yu Le Sunset Melts Gold.

Song liqing Zhao

The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge, where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.

Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.

Xizhouqu

Anonymous in Southern and Northern Dynasties

Miss Mei wants to go to Kau Xizhou and break plum blossoms on the north bank of the Yangtze River.

Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows.

Where is Xixi Jiao? The two oars on board can be placed at the ferry pier of the Kau Xizhou Bridge.

It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the night wind blows into Sapium sebiferum.

Under the tree is her home, and her emerald hair is exposed in the door.

She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers.

Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller.

With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.

Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent.

Miss my husband, but not yet. She looks up at the swan in the sky.

The sky was full of geese, and she went up to the tower to see her husband.

Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day.

The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade.

The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green.

If the sea is as long as a dream, then you are sad and I am sad.

If Nanfeng knows how I feel, please blow my dream to Puxi Island.