蒹葭苍苍苍 白露为霜--所谓伊人 在水一方

我住长江头，君住长江尾---日日思君不见君， ****饮长江水。

The willow on the branch is less and less - there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world

Cutting and cutting is still messy - it's the sadness of being away from home, but it's also the taste of something else in the heart

If life is only like the first time you see it - what's wrong with the autumn breeze and the sadness of the painting fan?

Two yellow orioles sing in the green willow--a white heron goes up to the blue sky

Spring breeze greens the banks of Jiangnan--when will the bright moon shine on me

Grape Wine and Luminous Cups: Wanting to be Urged on the Pipa--Drunk on the Sands--More than a Few People Have Returned from All the Battles of the Past

Spring Silkworms are Done Dying--Wax Torch Turned into Ashes and Tears Begin to Dry

Spring Colors Cannot Be Kept Shut in the Garden

It's hard to say goodbye when you see each other - the east wind is powerless and the flowers are broken

The world is muddy and I'm clear alone - everyone is drunk and I'm awake alone

The plum must be three times whiter than the snow, but the snow has lost the fragrance of the plum

I would like to compare the West Lake to the West Side, but I would like to compare the West Lake to the West Side, but I would like to compare the West Lake to the West Side.

The heart is like a pair of silk nets with a thousand knots

The stars look like this was not last night - for whom the wind and dew stood up in the middle of the night

From the time of parting, remembering to meet each other - a few times the soul dreamed of sharing the same with the gentleman

Feeling is not like The old days of Wang Xie's swallow in front of the hall - it flew into the common people's homes

Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River is coming from the sky - it will never return to the sea

The Yellow River has a long history and a long history. The water will never return to the sea

Born to be useful - a thousand gold will come back to you

The moon is in the willows - after dusk

The flowers are similar every year - the people are different every year.