Water can save these suffocating coarseness,
Water is sorrowful. She flows from the cold
Moonlit rocks, she knows
The warm agitation of the strata, and the silvery streams
Flow to the wide quadrant, and let our loud and smooth
Weeping follow her depressions in the midnight.
By day we were horribly foolish and cowardly,
And only now are we brave, gazing at our pure self
Warring in the rising, whose slender limbs
Stretching out in despairing dreams of tenderness, murmuring
A protest of a resolute and solemn kind.
Let her flow over, and comb away our dust,
That which turns to dust and returns to clay is but a confused
proposition, and I want to be conscious of it before it floats away and sinks at last, and flow over, and let your sweet
ripples dissolve into that beautiful incarnation of "pain", and I want to be conscious of it. incarnation.
I existed, and in this moment,
silver particles gently filled all my empty spaces,
a little stubborn consternation,
it grew large and covered,
like a deadly drop,
carrying me smiling to a peaceful sea.
Cold Mountain Temple outside Gusu City, the sound of bells to the passenger boat at midnight.
2, "Silent Night Thoughts"
Tang Li Bai
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
The moonlight in front of the bed is the light of the moon, which is suspected to be the frost on the ground. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The creation of the gods, yin and yang cut the dawn and dusk.
The clouds were born from the swinging of the chest, and the birds returned to their home in the corner of the eye.
When the top of the mountain is over the top, the mountains are small.
4. Untitled
Tang Li Shangyin
It is hard to say goodbye when you see each other.
The spring silkworm is not finished until it is dead, and the wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry up.
The mirror at dawn, but worried about the cloud sideburns change, night chanting should feel the moonlight cold.
The mountain of Pengshan has no way to go, but the green bird is eager to visit.
5, "Xuanzhou Xieqiu Lou Preserved Farewell School Shu Shu Yun"
Tang Li Bai
abandoned me to go, yesterday's day can not be stayed;
chaotic my heart, today's day more worry.
The long wind sends the geese in the fall, and this can be a sound high building.
Penglai article Jian'an bone, in the middle of the small Xie and clear hair.
The first thing I want to do is to go up to the sky and see the moon.
The first thing you need to do is to raise a glass to dispel your sorrows.
The life of the world is not satisfactory, tomorrow emanate get flat boat.
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The boat is moored in the smoke, the day is over, the guest is worried about the new.
The wild open sky low trees, the river clear moon near people.
7, "Rain Lin Bells"
Song Liu Yong
Cold cicadas are miserable, on the evening of the long pavilion, the first break in the rain.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me, and I was very happy to see you.
The first thing you need to do is to look at each other's eyes, and then you'll see that you've got no words to say.
The idea of going to a thousand miles of smoke and mist, the twilight mist Shen Shen Chutian broad.
The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've got on your plate.
The first thing you need to do is to get out of the car and get out of the car, and then get out of the car.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
9, "Mooring at Guazhou"
Song Wang Anshi
Jingkou Guazhou a water, Zhongshan only a few mountains away.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Song Su Shi
When will the moon come back? I'm not sure when the moon will come out, but I'm going to ask it.
I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of the jade buildings,
I can't stand the cold.
I want to take the wind and go home, but I'm afraid that it's too cold for me to go home!
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the last time I saw a kid.
I don't think we should hate each other, but I think it's a good thing that we're so close to each other.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company.
I wish you could be with us for a long time, and I hope you'll be with us for a long time.
11, "The Night of the Spring River and the Moon"
Tang Zhang Ruoxu
The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, the bright moon on the sea *** tidal wave.
Brimming with waves for ten million miles, where is the spring river without a bright moon?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the page, and how to get to the bottom of the page.
The river and the sky are all in one color, and the moon is alone in the sky.
The first time I saw the moon was on the banks of the river, and the first time I saw the moon was on the banks of the river. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the first time I was a student there.
Life is endless, the river and the moon are only similar;
I do not know what the river and the moon are waiting for?
The first thing I want to say is, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".
The white clouds are going away, and the blue maple is on the river.
Who's in the boat tonight? The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The poor upstairs moon is wandering around, it should shine on the mirror of the departed person's makeup.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing I want to do is to look at each other and not hear each other.
The goose and the geese are not in the right place, and the fish and the dragon are not in the right place.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers, and I was sorry to see that the spring half of the year did not come to an end.
The river is flowing and the spring is going to end, and the moon is going to fall in the river.
The slanting moon is sinking and hiding the sea fog, Jieshi Xiaoxiang infinite road.
I don't know how many people will return by the moon.
The moon is a great place to be, and it's a great place to be.
12, "Looking at Dongting Lake to the Prime Minister Zhang"
Tang Meng Haoran
August lake level, the virtual mixed with too clear.
The air vaporizes Yunmengze, and the waves shake Yueyang City.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The first thing you need to do is to look at the people who are fishing and envy the fish.
13, "Mountain Dwelling Autumn Night"
Tang Wang Wei
After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather is late in the fall.
The moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones.
The bamboo is noisy, and the fishing boat is moving.
The spring fragrance rests at will, the king and grandchildren can stay.
14, "Autumn Night Song"
Tang Wang Wei
桂魄初生秋露微, light Luo has been thin not changed clothes.
The silver kite has been long and attentive, and I can't bear to go back to the empty room.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
A piece of the moon in Chang'an, the sound of ten thousand households pounding clothes.
The autumn wind is not exhausted, always the jade customs love.
When will the hu captives be pacified?
16, "Autumn climbed the orchid mountain to send Zhang Wu"
Tang Meng Haoran
The northern mountains in the white clouds, the hermit from the pleasure.
The hermit is happy in the white clouds of the northern mountains.
I feel sad because of the twilight, and I am happy because of the fall.
I see people returning to their villages and resting at the end of the ferry.
The trees in the sky are like chestnuts, and the river is like the moon.
When I was drunk, I was drunk on the festival of the Chongyang Festival.
17, "Autumn Sunset"
Tang Du Mu
Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan puff flow of fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega stars.
18, "Mid-Autumn Moon"
Tang Bai Juyi
Miles of clear light can not be thought of, add to the sadness and hate around the end of the world.
Who's been on the road for a long time? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money and a lot of money.
The night the old girl lost her favor and returned to the courtyard, and the night the old man went up the stairs.
They are the most important thing that you can do to make your life easier.
19, "Su Mou Zhi"
Song Fan Zhongyan
blue clouds, yellow leaves,
autumn color even wave, wave on the cold smoke green.
The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky meets the water,
The grass is merciless, but it is even outside the slanting sun.
The soul of the countryside is dimmed, and the thoughts of the travelers are pursued,
unless the night is full of good dreams, the people will sleep.
The moonlight building is high and you can't lean on it alone,
The wine has been turned into tears of sadness, and the tears have been turned into tears of lovesickness.
20, "The Fisherman's Pride"
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery is different in the autumn under the Seychelles,
The wild geese in Hengyang have gone without notice.
The landscape is different in the autumn under the Seychelles.
The city is closed in a thousand roaches, and the sun is setting, and the city is closed.
A cup of turbid wine and a thousand miles away from home.
The Qiang's pipe is so long that the ground is covered with frost.
The general's hair is white and the soldier's tears.
Lyric Poetry
Lyric Poetry
1. To the Oak Tree
Shu Ting
If I love you
I will never be like the climbing camellias
to borrow the high branches of the tree to show off;
If I love you
I will never be like the love-struck birds
who repeat the monotonous songs for the shade;
If I love you
I will not repeat the monotonous songs for the shade;
I will not repeat the monotonous songs for the shade.
Nor more than a fountain
That sends cool solace all the year round;
Nor more than a peak
That adds to your height, and sets off your majesty
Even daylight,
Or even the spring rains.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clasped in the ground,
leaves, touching each other in the clouds.
With every wind that passes,
we greet each other,
but no one
understands our words.
You have your brass and iron trunks,
like knives, like swords,
and like halberds;
and I have my red-topped blossoms,
like heavy sighs,
and like gallant torches.
We share the cold, the wind, the thunder, the lightning,
We **** enjoy the mist, the clouds, the rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
but we are together for life.
That's what great love is all about,
and here's where constancy comes in:
not only your greatness,
but also where you hold on to it, the ground beneath your feet.
2. "Ode"
Heine
I am the sword, I am the flame.
In the darkness I shine upon you,
When the battle begins,
I rise to the occasion
At the head of the line.
All around me fell
the bodies of my comrades,
but we were victorious.
We were victorious,
but around me fell
the bodies of my comrades.
In the triumphal song of victory
there was the solemn song of the memorial service.
But we had no time to rejoice,
nor to mourn.
The trumpets were blown anew,
and a new battle began.
I am the sword, I am the flame.
3. "Song of Self-Reliance"
Tao Xingzhi
Dripping his own sweat,
Eating his own food,
Doing his own work,
Relying on people, relying on the sky, relying on his ancestors,
is not considered a good man!
4. "Monument"
Pushkin
I have built for myself a monument that is not artificial,
and in the path of the people who are going there, the grass no longer grows,
and it lifts up the head that refuses to bend its eyes,
and towers above the memorial pillars of Alexandria.
No, I shall not die altogether
My soul, among the poems that remain,
Shall outlive my ashes, and escape decay and perdition
And I shall be forever glorious and immortal, till there is but one poet
Living in this moonlit world.
My fame will spread throughout the whole of great Russia,
and all its existing languages will speak my name.
Whether it be the children of the proud Slavs, be they Finns,
or even now the barbarous Tungusks, and the steppe friends of the Kalmyks.
I am ever close to the people,
because I have, in poetry, roused the feelings of goodness,
and in my cruel times I have sung the praises of liberty,
and have prayed for forgiveness and sympathy for those who have fallen.
Oh, Muse of Poetry, obey the will of God,
Neither fear insults, nor seek laurels,
Praise and calumny, tolerate them with a calm heart,
Much less argue with fools.
5. Nostalgia
Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I'm at this end
My mother is at that end
When I grew up
Nostalgia is a narrow ship ticket
I'm at this end
My bride is at that end
Nostalgia is a short grave
I am on the outside
My mother is on the inside
And now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I am on this side
The mainland is on the other side
6. "Paper Boat to My Mother"
Ice Heart
I have never been willing to abandon a piece of paper.
I never want to give up a piece of paper,
I always keep it,
folded it into a very small boat,
and threw it down in the sea from the boat.
Some of them were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat,
and some of them were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow of the boat.
I was still not discouraged by the daily folding,
always hoping that one can flow to where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
do not be surprised that it has come into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter,
begging him to carry her love and sorrow home.
7. "I Love This Land"
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land battered by the storm,
This river that is always raging with our grief,
This angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the immense tenderness from the forest.
And the unquestionably gentle dawn from the forest
And then I died,
and even my feathers rotted inside the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land so much
8. Brightness
Zhu Ziqing
On a stormy night,
a deserted countryside lay ahead.
After walking through the countryside,
it is the road of the people.
Yikes!
How can I walk in the darkness when there are so many different paths?
God! Give me some light,
so that I may run forward!
God panicked and said, "Light?
I have nowhere to find it!
If you want light,
you make it yourself!
9. "The Rhythm of the Sea"
Xu Zhimo
(1)
Woman, single woman,
Why do you stay in love with
this dusk by the sea?
Girl, go home, girl!
Ah no; go home I will not,
I love this evening wind blowing:
On the beach, in the twilight,
There's a radiating wench
Wandering, wandering.
(ii)
Woman, scented woman,
Why do you wander
On this cold sea?
Woman, go home, woman!
Ah no; hear me sing,
Sea, I sing, and thou wilt harmonize:
Under the starlight, in the cool breeze,
Swinging softly the maiden's clear voice,
High, and low.
(iii)
The maiden, the bold maiden!
A black curtain was drawn on that day,
And there was a storm of evil in this moment.
Go home, maiden, go home, maiden!
Ah no; see me dance in the air,
Like a gull without a sea-wave:
In the night, on the sand,
Swirling round a slender figure
Hither, hither.
(4)
Hear, the sea's fury,
Go home, girl!
Look at the beastly waves of the sea,
Go home, girl, go home, girl!
Ah no; the sea-wave he will not swallow me,
I love the bumps of the sea!
In the sound of the tide, in the light of the waves,
Ah, a flustered maiden in the sea-foam,
Wasting away, wasting away.
(v)
Where, maiden, where, maiden?
Where is it, your loud and clear song?
Where is your slender figure?
Where, O brave woman?
The night has swallowed up the stars,
and there is no more light on this beach;
the tide has swallowed up the sand,
and there is no more girl on the sand,
and there is no more girl on the sand.
The night has swallowed up the stars,
and there is no more light on this sea!
10. The Remains of Spring
Xu Zhimo
Yesterday the peach blossoms that I had stuck in my bottle at an angle
were all winking smiles hanging on the cheeks of the beauty;
today they all bowed their heads, and they all changed their appearance:
The red and white corpses hung upside down on the green stripes.
The wind and rain outside the window reported the fate of the remnants of spring,
The death knell-like sound in the darkness of the night to urge:
The flowers in the vase of your life have also
changed: the colorful corpses, who will give to the coffin?
11, "Farewell to Kangqiao"
Xu Zhimo
Gently I left, just as I gently came;
I gently waved goodbye to the clouds of the western sky.
The golden willow on the riverbank is the bride in the sunset;
The colorful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart.
The green floating heart on the soft mud, oily under the water, beckons;
In the soft waves of the Kang River, I am willing to be a water plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky crushed between the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
The dream?
The first thing you need to do is to take a long pole and go back to the green grass,
A boat full of starbursts, and then you can sing in the starbursts.
But I can't play the song, quietly is the parting pianoforte;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is tonight's Kangqiao.
Quietly I go, just as I come quietly;
I wave my sleeve, not taking away a cloud.
12. The Transported Man
Rabindranath Tagore
The yellow leaf buds, one by one
fluttered on the branches of the Hillis flowers.
The meadows were green and shady,
and the fallen flowers scattered their fragrance.
In the morning,
my elk
minced alongside the foxglove hedge in the sunshine.
His daily companion
a small dog, from the mountains,
is striking in its colorful coat.
They look like two exotic children
attending a school and playing together.
On market days, passers-by stand outside the hedge and
watch curiously.
In March, I woke up to a crazy south wind,
as if I had received a colorful love letter, the blue sky shook with excitement,
The flowers in the forest competed with each other,
the grass lightly trembled.
I don't know when the elk seemed to
vaguely hear the low complaint of mourning,
dark eyes
floated inexplicable melancholy.
At the sight of his own figure,
stunned, for a long time motionless.
The dappled afternoon play of light and shadow
annoyed the Amgegi fruit trees,
and the hot winds, smothered by the scent of mango blossoms, were apprehensive.
The elk jumps over the farmland with a hazy longing,
and in front of it, life and death are glued together,
and it has no fear of the unpredictable dangers.
I thought, "It's twilight,
and for a familiar caress,
the moose hopped home as usual.
Again and again
the dog came in and circled around his knees,
and his moist eyes
seemed to ask, "Where did the moose go?
Why does it not leap in the garden?
Not seeing his friend's face,
the little dog gave up a hearty meal.
The twilight was coming on,
and the light was on in the house.
The stars in the sky winked wryly,
Silent night descended on the depressed idyll.
A sad question mark
Hangs in the corner of the eye of the in-and-out dog:
Who is the moose out looking for?
Why is it so late?
This is very strange,
Who is the caller, and does the moose know?
From the heavens, from the sun,
from the uncertain flow of the south wind,
from the tender green of the new leaves,
a disturbed and unqualified message
presumably penetrated into its circulation.
Perhaps a cave whistle has already been in its chest
blowing the spring song of the distant years.
The relationship between it and the dongxiao is
closer than that between it and itself;
the sound of the dongxiao accompanied its heart and soul at birth,
accompanied its flight,
and threaded around its witty anticipation.
It did not recognize it,
and in the blink of an eye it stopped
the game it knew so well.
The darkness called to it with tears in its eyes,
and the light could not keep it with it.
Rabindranath Tagore
I was searching for the buds of my heart in the shade of your eyes
I was lost in a confusing world
I was lost in the direction of the world, I don't know when
My eyes questioned the melancholic waves of the fall,
Why couldn't I find the secret of my shyness?
The question sank into a muddy pool of tears,
like a child falling into a cloud of doubt.
Did I ever cast a shadow on
your heart?
Did the red lotus painted on the door
tell you my heart?
Tramping along the paths of your garden,
the wind swept my grief.
Can't you see my love flute
in the canopy of cursive writing a piece of my heart?
1. I have been surprised that the coverlet is cold, and I see the window again. Du Xunhe's Small Pine
3. The leaves of the pear fall in rouge color, and the buckwheat blossoms are fragrant with white snow. Wang Yucheng's The First Yellow Chrysanthemums in the Village Walking Horses through the Mountain Path
4. Nalan Seide's "Cold Willow in Linjiang Xian"
5. The moon is dissolving in the pear blossom courtyard, and the wind is light in the willow pond. Yanshu "untitled oil wall incense car no longer meet"
6, the snow is too late in the spring, so through the garden trees as flying flowers. Han Yu's "Spring Snow"
7. Wang Wei's "Four Songs of the Young Man's Journey"
8, a foot of crimson wins the curved dust, born of the old is not as good as the new. Wen Tingyun's "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"
9, I sing the moon wandering, I dance the shadow scattered. Li Bai's "One of Four Songs of Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
10, the clouds even under the couch, the sky to receive the traveling cup. Li Bai's "Climbing to Yueyang Tower with Xia XII"
11. The snow is falling on the door of the yamen, and the wind is blowing the red flag, which is not frozen. Cen Sen's "White Snow Song Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital"
12, old travelers, old travelers now? The old days are over, and the old days are still here. Jiang Jie's "Plum Blossom Leads Jingxi to Stop Snow"
13, do not realize that the blue mountain twilight, autumn clouds dark several. Li Bai's "Listening to the Monk Joon"
14. Tonight, I am aware of the warmth of spring, and the sound of insects is newly penetrating the green window veil. Liu Fangping's "Night Moon"
15: Beauty is like a flower in the clouds! Above, there is a long blue sky, below, there are waves of clear water. Li Bai's "Long Xiang Si I"
16, the flavor of the clear time is incompetent, idle love lonely clouds quiet love monks. Du Mu "will go to Wuxing to board the Leyouyuan a jie"
17, flotsam and jetsam where is the layer of ice and snow destruction, sparse a tree five cold. Nalan Seide "Linjiang Xian cold willow"
18, Heping Peach Kernel end of hate, Li Xu Yuan to someone else. Wen Tingyun's "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"
19. The cool moon hangs in the willow bay like an eyebrow, and the color of the mountains in Yuezhong is seen in the mirror. Dai Shulun's "Anchorage at Lanxi"
20. The embroidered tent has been appendaged with a dream of parting, and the jade stove is empty of the scent of loneliness. Li Bai's "Song of the Autumn Pool"
22, there are other roots and buds, not the rich and noble flowers on earth. Nalan Seide "Cai Sangzi snowflakes on the Seaside"
23, the day after the poem into the sky and snow, and plum and very spring. Lu Meipo "snow plum two"
24, do not say no soul, curtain rolled west wind, people than yellow flowers thin. Unknown Drunken Flower Yin Mist and Thick Clouds Worry Forever Day
25, cross flute heard no one, the red flag straight up the Tianshan Mountain snow. Chen Yu "marching from the army"
26, Emei mountain moon half a round of autumn, the shadow into the Pingqiang river flow. Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"
27, piece of cloud sky **** far away, the eternal night moon with lonely. Du Fu "Jianghan"
28, the autumn wind, the autumn moon, the fallen leaves are still scattered, the cold crows roost again. Li Bai's "Three, Five, Seven Words"
29, why the most off people, crows cry white door willow. Li Bai's "Yang Rebel Children"
30, poplar flowers and elm pods have no talent, but to understand the sky as snow fly. Du Fu, "One of the Eight Songs of Autumn Rise"
32, thousands of miles of twilight clouds, the southern building urges on the candle, the evening to clear. Lv Weilao "Xiao Chongshan Tanabata"
33, under the willow pianos and songs in the courtyard, between the flowers sister swing. Yan Qidao's "Broken Formation" (破阵子)
34. The spring snow comes to the sky, and it looks like blossoms wherever it touches. Zhao Longevity's "Happiness for Zhang Bambu"
35: "The mirror in the morning is worried about the change in the temples of the clouds, and in the night you should feel the moonlight is cold". Li Shangyin's "Untitled: It's Hard to Say Goodbye When Meeting Each Other"
36: No matter what the smoke and wind and rain are, I will carry my hatred across the Jiangnan River. Zheng Wenbao's "The Lyrics of the Willow Branch"
37. A tree with ten million branches in the spring breeze, tender in gold and soft in silk. Bai Juyi "willow branch words"
38, people in where? The clouds are beyond the sound of a chicken. Mei Yaochen's "Walking in the Mountains of Lushan"
39. The snow in the city has just disappeared, and there are few people walking in the deep alleys of the corner gate. Yang Zai "to the capital"
40, six out of the flying flowers into the house, sit and watch the green bamboo into agar. Gao Pian's "The Snow"
41. When I return, I will not let the candlelight go red, and I will step on the horse's hooves to clear the night moon. Li Yu's "Mulan Flower" (The First Makeup of Mulan Flower)
42. There is no city or castle for ten thousand miles in the wild clouds, and the rain and snow are in succession even in the desert. Li Chip's "Ancient Journey from the Army"
43. This night is not long and good, and the bright moon will be seen next year. Su Shi's "Yang Guan Qu"
44. The light rain and wind are fine, and the willows in ten thousand houses are in the green smoke. Zhu Su "Fisherman's Pride"
45, after the brocade book will not be sent, the painting of the building clouds and rain without evidence. Yan Qidao's "Qing Ping Le" (清平乐留人不住)
46. The sound of the rooster and the moon in the thatched store, and the frost on the boardwalk. Wen Tingyun's "Morning Walk on Shangshan Mountain"
47, the wind is set to fall flowers deep, outside the curtain embracing the red piles of snow. Unknown "good things near the wind set the falling flowers deep"
48, the sky will be twilight, snow dancing, half plum blossoms and half floating willow flakes. Ma Zhiyuan "Shouyang qujiang day twilight snow"
49, the lack of moon hanging sparse tung, the leakage of the first quiet. Su Shi's "Bu San Zi Huang Zhou Ding Hui Yuan Residence"
50: The moon over the city is as frosty as snow, and the sound of the fifth watch at the top of the building wants to be cut off. Zhang Lei's "Showing the black millet straw"
51. Three years of detained travelers, and today the southern crown. Xia Wanshun's "Farewell to the Cloud"
52. The deeper the moon, the deeper half of the house, the deeper the appendage of the Big Dipper, the deeper the slanting of the Big Dipper. Liu Fangping's "Night Moon"
53, willow east wind tree, green clip Royal River. Wang Zhilu's "Farewell"
54. Li Peak's "Two Songs of the Mid-Autumn Moon"
55: The willow is at the level of the river, and I hear the sound of singing on the river. Liu Yuxi (刘禹锡)《竹枝词二首其一》
56. The night moon is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is ten miles of tenderness. Qin Guan's "Eight Six Sons Leaning on a Dangerous Pavilion"
57. Who sends a brocade letter in the clouds? Unknown "a cut plum red lotus root fragrance remnants of jade woven mat autumn"
58, mountain temples in the moon to find cinnamon, county pavilions on the pillow to see the tide. Bai Juyi's "Three Songs of Reminiscence of the South of the River"
59, "There is no way out of the mountain, and there is another village in the darkness". Lu You's "Traveling to Shanxi Village"
60, flowers and willow darkness around the sky worry, on the end of the city even more up the stairs. Li Shangyin's "Sunset Tower"
61, clouds across the Qinling Mountains, where is home, snow embracing the blue pass horse not. Han Yu's Zuoqian to Lan Guan Showing Nephew Sun Xiang
62, a branch of red dew condensation incense, clouds and rain Wushan in vain broken heart. Li Bai's "The Second Song of Qing Ping"
63. The snow returns to the green mound in three springs, and the Yellow River goes around the black mountain in ten thousand miles. Liu Zhongyong's "Complaint"
64, people can't climb the moon, but the moon walks with people. Li Bai's "Ask the Moon in Wine" (把酒问月故人贾淳令予問之)
65. Zhang Yu "send people"
66, wild sky low trees, river clear moon near people. Meng Haoran's "Staying at the Jiande River"
67, the lover complains about the distant night, and even the night starts to think of each other. Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Remembering the Distance"
68. The clouds and the sun rise at the dawn of the sea, and the plums and willows cross the river in the spring. Du Shengyan's "Spring Excursion to Jinling Lu Cheng"
69. The crows are perched on the white trees in the courtyard, and the osmanthus blossoms are wetted by the cold dew. Wang Jian "fifteenth night looking at the moon to send the Du Langzhong"
70, the horse through the willow hissing, people leaning on the swing smile, explore the warbler flowers always teach spring drunkenness. Wang Pan's "Qing Jiang Lian Qingming Day Outing"
71. The painted building flies to the Nanpu clouds in the morning, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western mountains in the evening. Wang Bo "Tengwang Pavilion Poem"
72, lifting the head of the northwest floating clouds, leaning on the sky for miles to be long sword. Xin Qiji's "Yin of the Water Dragon" (水龙吟过南剑双溪楼)
73. The fragrant mist and cloudy hair is wet, and the clear light and jade arms are cold. Du Fu's "Moonlit Night"
74, the ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. Li Bai "taunting Wang Liyang refused to drink wine"
75, the clear wind first breaks the freeze, willow eyes and plum cheeks, already feel the spring heart. The anonymous "slack love flower"
76, sorrowful light cold Jian Jian wind, small plum snow apricot red. Han constrained "deep night"
77, the bottom of the well light deep candle Yi, *** Lang long line Mo Go. Wen Tingjun "Nan Gezi words two"
78, and suspected Yao Tai mirror, flying in the green clouds. Li Bai's "Ancient Long Moon Walk"
79, Tianshan snow sea wind cold, cross flute blowing difficult to travel. Li Yi's "Northward Expedition from the Army"
80, come to be empty words to go without a trace, the moon slanting upstairs five bells. Li Shangyin's "Untitled" (无题来是空言去绝踪)
81. The snow washes away the dust of the captives, and the wind leaves behind the clouds of Chu. Zhang Xiaoxiang "Song of Water and Pang You Father"
82, Nanyang Zhuge hut, Western Sichuan Ziyun Pavilion. Liu Yuxi's "The Memorandum of the Ugly Room"
83, the wild path is dark with clouds, and the riverboat is bright with fire. Du Fu, "Spring Night Rain"
84, a farewell as such, fell out of the pear blossom moon and west. Nalan Seide's "Cai Sang Zi was wrong at that time"
85, pile of pillows and clouds fall Cui Qiao. Cai Zhen (A Pruned Plum)
86, outside the willow, light thunder on the pool rain, rain drops broken lotus sound. Ouyang Xiu's Rainbow outside the willow, light thunder on the pond