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After offering sacrifices to Confucius, Lu sighed:

Ah, master, how can the world repay your long-term concern? .

The lords of Zou misjudged your land, and your home was regarded as Lu's palace.

You predict that when the phoenix disappears, your fate will end, and you know that the captured unicorn will be the symbol of your teaching dose.

Will this sacrifice I saw between two temple pillars be the same death omen that you dreamed of a long time ago? .

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

A political prisoner is taking orders from cicada trade union.

Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.

I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.

His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.

Who knows if he is still singing? Who is worried about the table?

Looking forward to an early spring outing with Jinling Lucheng.

Only those who are far away from home are particularly sensitive to the change of natural phenology.

The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.

Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.

Suddenly I heard that simple melody you sang, which made people cry.

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Against Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers.

Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, Huanglong City was captured with flags and drums.

Tit makes Yi Bei more.

In the lunar month, geese began to fly south. It is said that they flew to Dayuling, and they all turned back.

Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?

The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered.

Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.

Castle Peak, my boat and I, along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

Poshan temple harem

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet and only the bells were heard.

In the office of Zuoyuan, Du Fu was given a review order.

Go to the same step, there are red steps, the branch office of the office is separated from you by the mi.

In the morning, the emperor's honor entered the palace, and at night the body was stained with the aroma of the furnace.

White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds.

There is probably nothing wrong with the brilliant master dynasty, and the emperor played sparsely.

Message to Meng Haoran

Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky.

In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.

Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.

Gaoshan, how I long to reach you, that's all.

Dujingmen Song

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Send a friend away

Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.

Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

Listen to the monk king of Shu playing the piano

Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

Looking at the Old Times from "Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain"

On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.

I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.

I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me.

spring scenery

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

moonlit night

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

The night watchman in the left courtyard of the palace

The low wall on the left side of the temple blocks the flowers. It is twilight, nightingale and a group of birds are singing.

In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.

I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind whispered, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott.

The next day, I had something important to do, and I was uneasy. I repeatedly asked about the geometry of the night?

In the second year of Zhide, he just returned to Fengxiang from Beijing Jinguangmen, and moved to Huazhou from the left in the early Yuan Dynasty. Because I walked out of this door and had a sad past.

This year, from Jinmen Road to Fengxiang and the western suburbs of Chang 'an, there is a history that rebels are in chaos.

It is still bold, lest some of my souls never come back.

Stay in Beijing, and the emperor sent me away again.

Forget it, my mediocrity is getting old day by day, bid farewell to Chang 'an and look back at the cornices of Qiangong!

Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

To Li Bai at the end of the sky

A cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? .

The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain.

A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a vagrant.

It should be * * * ghosts, sending poems to mumble.

Farewell General Yan at the station.

Send you away from here, green hills and empty air, double parting.

When can we raise our glasses again? We walked in the moonlight last night.

Everyone in every county praises you and can't bear to leave you. How glorious you are in the Three Dynasties.

After seeing you off, I went back to Jiangcun village and spent the rest of my life alone.

Leave the tomb of Prime Minister Fang

I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted next to your lonely grave.

The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.

I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master.

But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.

Foreign night

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

Climbing Yueyang Tower

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

An autumn night in the mountains

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Back to my home in Songshan

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Zhong Nanshan

Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, from the mountain to the corner of the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

Answer deputy magistrate Zhang

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.