A cup of wine with a new song, the weather from the old pavilion last year. When will the sunset return?

Helpless flowers fall, familiar swallows return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wanders alone.

This poem expresses the poet's sadness caused by the passing of spring, cleverly using the scenery in front of him to express his feelings for his current situation. The two lines' Helpless flowers fall, familiar swallows return 'reflect the poet's profound thinking on life, rich in philosophy, and give people a beautiful enjoyment, which can be called classic quotes.

The late emperor knew that his ministers were cautious, so when he was about to pass away, he sent his ministers a major matter. Since being appointed, I have been lamenting day and night, fearing that my trust will not be effective and will harm the wisdom of the late emperor; So in May, I crossed Lu and went deep into Wumao. Now that the southern region has been established and the military armor is sufficient, I will lead my three armies to conquer the Central Plains in the north. The common people will be exhausted and sluggish, and we will repel evil forces, revive the Han dynasty, and return to the old capital. This minister fulfills the duty of reporting to the late emperor and being loyal to His Majesty. As for weighing profits and losses and offering honest advice, it is up to you, Yi, and Yun to fulfill their responsibilities.

May Your Majesty entrust me with the task of suppressing bandits and restoring the country. If it fails, I will punish my officials and inform the spirit of the late emperor. If there are no words of promoting virtue, then blame the slowness of others such as You, Yi, and Yun to demonstrate their fault; Your Majesty should also plan on his own, seek advice from Suwa, listen to elegant words, and deeply follow the will of the late emperor. I am deeply grateful for your kindness.

I should stay away now, tears streaming down my face, and I don't know what to say.

The collection of essays "It's the Time of Orange, Yellow, Orange, and Green" compiles the famous essays of many literary giants such as Ji Xianlin, Wang Zengqi, and Shi Tiesheng, many of which were learned during our student days.

Rereading these articles is like sitting on a small boat of memories, swaying leisurely, unable to help but laugh and sigh at my youthful naivety, and even have a slight impatience with these beautiful words.

Now upon closer inspection, one can truly appreciate the profound and exquisite craftsmanship of the master. These literary masters have achieved a perfect mastery of writing.

Flipping through this book is like strolling among the fireworks of the human world, feeling the warmth of the world while inadvertently cultivating one's literary talent.

Appreciating chrysanthemums in the Double Ninth Festival intoxicates the heart, exuding a fragrant and long-lasting charm.

Jade bones and ice skin welcome the morning dew, golden and emerald leaves stand proudly in autumn frost.

Reciting poetry under the moon, the emotions are difficult to express, and the intention before painting is not clear.

Don't lament that youth is fleeting, and leave poetry to accompany time.

A thousand years old. Canyun is tired and lazy. The overall wind is not good. It's difficult to cross a thousand rivers and mountains. Pinduoduo gave a cold look. Drunk and entering Langyuan. Without evidence, do not pay attention to the flowers. Qingying Yingying. Eyebrow waves are rippling. Yu Cong's enema is as urgent as practice. Uncle Yuan is from all over Jiangnan. Liyu Xiaoping Dan. It goes without saying that everyone is clear and cold.

Falling maple leaves. In the late autumn afternoon, the sunshine is mottled. I stroll along the forest path, and the red maple leaves gently fall in the wind, like a trace of residual sun reflecting the earth. At this moment, I realize the cycle of life, just like this maple leaf changing from green to yellow, from yellow to red in the four seasons, and finally falling and turning into soil, nurturing new life. A faint sadness surged in my heart, which was a regret for the disappearance and a reverence for life.