Rock valley climbs freely, and his eyes are full of joy.
The jagged green hills are covered with lotus flowers, and the clear water is covered with sands.
Qingying, ethereal feather family.
Zeng, a good craftsman, lived in a pen and ink inkstone.
Ice bars are at stake, and first frost is brilliant.
Yao ce bing, powder wall ying.
Sneaking is not hiding, but your ass shines.
If it is designated as Gongbei pole, it will burn jade and jade.
"Moon" poem
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.
My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
In the autumn of the first half of Emei Mountain, the shadow entered the Pingqiang River.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The swamp swells with the moon, while the torrent bends with the will of the mountains.
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
A clap of water and a clap of the moon, half into the river and half into the clouds.
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
Shoot the bow like a full moon at Sirius in the northwest.