He Tian Chong (Liu Yong)?
On the gold list, I lost hope. How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? If you fail, you will struggle and not swim wildly. Why lose your life? A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. ?
Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggling up to the red and leaning against the green, an affair, smooth sailing. Youth is in one day. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.
Caiyungui
Gao Heng sailed briskly towards dusk. Unload Yun Fan and Shui Yi Fish Town. At dusk and when it is picturesque, the river is quiet and the bright moon flies away. It's better to listen. The village in the distance is in charge, which leads people to heartbroken. At this time, the waves are windy and the years are boundless.
It hurts. The banquet was affectionate and desolate. Don't come to the hardest part, the sleeves are in accordance with the contract, and there is fragrance. It can be regarded as a phoenix pillow, and I will never think about it at night. Love, only Qi Lin, an unforgettable word.
Pimp a butterfly
Looking at the rain, the clouds were broken, quietly looking at Qiu Guang. The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad. The water is light and the wind is light, and the apple flowers are getting old; The moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. Emotional distress. Where are the old friends? Smoke and water are boundless.
Unforgettable cocktail party, several lonely moons, and repeated star frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoxiang is. Reading Shuang Yan is difficult to rely on far letters; Refers to the old age, empty knowledge home. Looking at each other in the dark, the sunset stands in the broken sound.
Wu Fengqi
Walking obstacle of lichen silk in Jin Shu. Bend the cloister and look for it in the quiet night. On the jade carving crescent moon, Zhu Fei is half hidden and half present.
Warm chimney, warm bucket account Yushu Qiongzhi, touching each other. The wine is getting stronger and stronger, and Yuanyang embroidery turns red.
There are two other poems:
Chai Lu (Wang Wei)
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Qiu Songpu (Li Bai)
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
That's all I can think of. I'll add it later when I think about it. ...