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Ten Miles of Red Maiden was a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. The whole poem was as follows: See the autumn wind in Chang 'an The grass and trees shake and fall, and the dew turns into frost. Fragrant flowers are jealous of the southern branch a lone tree with a thousand peaks, its shadow lonely. Ten thousand miles away, sad autumn is often a guest for a hundred years I've been sick and alone on the stage. Hard times, bitter hatred, frosty hair in downfall, I have just stopped drinking my cup of turbid wine. There are trees on the mountain, oh, trees have branches I like you, but you don't know. I don't know you, oh, endless hatred The more I hate him, the more I hate him. The dew is white from tonight the moon is bright in my hometown. I have a younger brother, but I'm scattered without a home, I ask about life and death. The letter is long but not long Besides, we haven't stopped fighting yet. Tonight I hear your pipa for a moment I think of home. I heard you sigh with your pipa I heard these words again and again. same is the end of the world Why should we ever know each other? I left the capital city last year He was bedridden in Xunyang City. There is no music in Xunyang I haven't heard the sound of music all year round. Living near the low and wet land of the river yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house. What do you hear in the morning and evening? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring River, flower morning, autumn moon night I often pour wine alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? it's hard to listen to my hoarse voice and mocking. Tonight I hear your lute It's like listening to fairy music. Don't say goodbye to playing a song I wrote "Pipa Song" for you. Thank you for saying this for a long time He sat back and played the strings. It's so sad that it doesn't sound like the sound of moving forward When the whole table heard this, they covered their faces and wept. Who cries the most among the guests? the green robes of Jiangzhou's Sima were wet.
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The full text of "One Life, One Person" from the Ming Dynasty's "The Condor Heroes" is as follows: The world's feelings are thin, human feelings are evil, the rain sends the evening flowers easy to fall. The morning breeze drips away tears, I want to write a letter, my heart is sad, I speak alone. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, sick soul often like swing rope. The sound of the horn is sad at night. I'm afraid people will ask me. I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide! Hide! Hide! PS, this was a famous sentence in Jin Yong's novels, and it was also used as the theme or famous sentence in many online novels.
The full text of the poem,"White Sand Dyke in the Green Sun and Yin", is: "Climbing the Liuzhou City Tower." The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes howl, the white birds fly back to the clear sand of the mournful island. Endless trees fall and the endless Yangtze River rolls down. I'm always a guest in autumn, sad for thousands of miles. I've been sick for a hundred years, and I'm alone on the stage. I'm in trouble, bitter resentment, frosty hair, downcast hair, I've just stopped drinking.
"Returning to the Garden" was written by Tao Yuanming, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows: I plant beans in the grass under the south mountain. The bean sprouts are sparse. I rise in the morning to clean up the waste and return home with a hoe. The road is narrow, the plants grow long, the evening dew stains my clothes. It's not worth regretting that my clothes are stained, but I can make my wish come true. I rise in the morning to clean up the waste and return home with a hoe. The road is narrow, the plants grow long, the evening dew stains my clothes. It's not worth regretting that my clothes are stained, but I can make my wish come true. This poem depicted Tao Yuanming's life in seclusion in the countryside. He made full use of his time to take care of the barren land under the southern mountain. In the rural life, he faced the difficult conditions but did not complain. Instead, he actively faced them and reflected his noble sentiment by returning to seclusion with a hoe. In the end, he expressed his wish that he could always maintain a pure state of mind and not be disturbed by the outside world. This poem deeply reflected Tao Yuanming's love and pursuit of rural life, and it became one of the classics in Chinese culture.