"Long-term Guests at the Sea with Love" by King Luo Bin
The end of the world is not like looking at the sun, but the earth is looking at the star tower.
Lian Guang shakes the horse, and the sword energy rises like an ox.
The grass is wet in Gusu at night, and the leaves are under the leaves in Dongting in autumn.
If you want to know the meaning of desolation, go to the river Sheanliu.
"Ying Ma from Jialu Mountain" by Shangguan Yi
The fragrance of cinnamon is reduced, and the shadow of the moon is empty in front of you.
It is up to the officials to settle the doubts, and the disciples sigh and block the old man.
"Da Xi Zhongcheng's Dongzhai Mural Landscape... A hanging spring on a tree is sent to Chang'an Zhao" Lu Lun
The plain mural is flying springs, falling from the clouds to the top of the tree.
Lian was suspicious of the sound of leaves, and the clouds and branches seemed to be leaning.
A sharp thing will bring you two swords, and you will be a wise man for Confucianism.
You should think about spreading the dust on the road, and the food will be fragrant and fresh.
"Floating River" by Du Fu
Going down to the high hall under the sunset, I entered the boat and flooded back to the stream.
Who says the building is small, but the trees are not in the west.
The outer suburbs are deserted and the autumn colors are still desolate.
Lianlian Peak is covered with snow, and the clouds are slender.
Children are playing on the left and right banks, and they are supporting each other.
Turn over the lotus leaves and lead them to confusion.
The scales of the fish have been cut off, and the lotus roots are collected without washing the mud.
Human feelings are more beautiful than things, and things are cheap.
My village is dim and dim, and chickens in different houses are also roosting.
How to adapt to the depression, there are no sources.
The new moon can be seen on the clothes, and the old border is in the frost.
From the first ripening of the turbid mash, there are many drums and whistles in the east city.
"Inscription Spraying the Jade Spring" by Bai Juyi
The sound of the spring is like jade, and the color of the pool is as clear as the sky.
Practice to look up at the green mountains, and the beads will flow into the green basin.
Three autumn rains are falling, and the cold June wind is blowing.
When will I come under this rock to work as a tassel-bearing man?