Weizitian Wuling

Bai Juyi

Once Jia Sheng's guilty conscience is similar, Zhang Hansi is inferior to things.

If I had known that the sunset startled the birds, the autumn wind would have regretted not remembering the bass.

At one time, the mind kept the strategy at that time, and the sleeves were still clumsily hunting books.

Since then, I have left everything behind and want to take my wife to buy a mountain house.

Write poems about history

Qin sharpened the knife and chopped Li Si, and boiled it in a boiling pot.

Poor Huang Qi entered Shangluo, lying idle in white clouds and singing Zizhi.

He died on the plane. It was an outer flight.

People who get away with it will die, but they know that fate is not arranged by heaven.