1, Wang Changling's "Send Liu Fifteen Counties"
The weather in Pingming is cold and foggy, while it is raining in Majiang. The boat is in Luoyang, indicating the month.
The fog on the river at dawn makes people feel very cold, and the guests are preparing to punish them from the river. Going to Luoyang for business by boat, the expression is not very happy.
2. Liu Yuxi's "Langtaosha Six"
Rizhao Chengzhou River is foggy, and gold diggers are all over the river. Behind the beautiful jewels is sand full of waves.
The early morning sun shines on the small continent where the fog has just begun to bloom, and the women who are looking for gold have covered the river. The beauty's jewelry and the marquis's gold seal are all sand gold.
3. Fan Chengda's "Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi"
Ten miles in the west of the field is ripe with fragrant rice, the hibiscus fence is long with bamboo filaments, and the hanging fruit is green and yellow. The dense fog knows that the autumn morning is wet, and the thin clouds cover the sun and noon, so there is no need to fly over to protect the army.
Golden plains, fragrant rice fragrance, red hibiscus flowers blooming next to the bamboo fence of the farmhouse, long green bamboo swaying in the wind, and countless green and yellow mountain fruits hanging on the branches, smiling. The fog is getting thicker in the autumn morning, and the humid air is refreshing. The thin clouds at noon covered the sun again, not to mention protecting my uniform with a cover.
4. Rain and Rain by Bai Juyi
There are clouds and mist in Kesashg, and the mountains and rivers here are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How to comfort yourself? It depends on this north window piano.
Today, the fog in the mountains is particularly heavy and the vision is vast, but I am in such a distant and distant place. Autumn brought by the river beach blows on the face, the climate in the valley is humid, and sunny days are more like cloudy days. Looking at the imperial city, I was covered by clouds, thinking of my hometown, and the sound of rain fell on my mind. What can I use to comfort my deep and wandering thoughts? I can only rely on the piano under the north window to relieve loneliness.
5. Li Qingzhao's "The pride of the fisherman, the sky meets clouds and clouds"
When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor. Smell the sky and ask me where I belong.
Water and sky meet, morning fog and clouds wave. The milky way turns, just like countless ships waving sails. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven and heard the heavenly emperor talking to me. He asked me warmly and sincerely where I was going.