Xin Qiji's Qing Ping Le (Xie Liangshu Looking Back): I'm afraid it's been nine days, and it smells all over the world.
Xin Qiji's "Farewell to the Mid-Autumn Festival": Whoever makes curling cool the world is most pitied by his husband.
Li Shangyin's "Northern Qing Luo": In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .
Chen Liang's Water Spring Hate: I hate the world of wheatgrass, but the tourists are ungrateful, so I gave it to Yingying Yan.
Cen Can's "Climbing the Floating Map of Qiongzhi with the Height": Climbing high, we seem to leave the world behind, and the steps under our feet hang down from space.
Gu Kuang's The Abandoned Temple: I don't know what the world was like in the Southern Dynasties.
Yao He's Climbing the Temple of Heaven on an Autumn Night: The sky is near and the stars are far away, and the mountains are deep and clear.
Yan Lu's seven words: a grain of millet hides the world, and two liters of pots boil mountains and rivers.
Cao Song Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon: On March 35, there was no cloud in Wan Li, and * * * Shanghai saw the toad plate.