Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.
There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand roads.
Clothes are like quails, horses are like dogs, and Qi Lin's swordsmanship is like a bronze roar.
Others ride big horses, and I ride donkeys alone.
The grass alone grows by the stream, and the deep trees have orioles singing.
Huang Yun, 7,000 Li. During the day, the north wind blows geese and snow.
The grass is dead, the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is weak.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
10 deep alley dogs bark, mulberry trees crow.
1 1 is the son of Zhongshan Wolf. He will be mad if he succeeds.
12 This body is the poet Wei, who rode a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.
13 Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets rise to the sky.
An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
The stones on the mountain were rough and the road was narrow. When I arrived at the temple, the bat was in the dusk.
16 guests from afar left me a pair of carp.
17 What's life like everywhere? It should be like Hong Fei stepping through the snow.
18 autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I face them in this villa and drink my wine.
19 There are countless smokes, and the sunset glow on the back of geese is dying.
In October, a bird startled the mountain and sang in Chunxi.