2. What a little faint, at the gate of Juhui Avenue. A poem for Jiao Zhongqing's wife.
Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. Climb the balcony
4. The rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by. Chrysanthemum morifolium
The matchmaker got out of bed and Nuo Nuo fell down. A new ode to Lady Jiao Zhongqing in Yutai's ancient poems.
6. Haw, Haw, Mulan is weaving at home. Mulan's ballads
7. A sunset is spreading in the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. Bai Juyi's ode to Mujiang.