Proud of the world, there are no natural dangers in the world.
The great river eastward will never be returned.
Poetry spreads across the north of the Yangtze River,
Painting stretches across the south of the Yangtze River. ——"Dongpo Yin"
I don't love the beautiful places in the world,
I go to the cold mountain alone to be proud.
Speeding through all the most beautiful places,
The cold fragrance spreads for nine thousand miles. ——"Secret Fragrance"
Where can you find weird things in the world?
A cold plum blossom reaches the end of the world.
The fairy wanted to return to the secular world,
The farmer sighed and forgot about mulberry and hemp. ——"Sparse Shadows"
Suave and chic,
live up to your youth and good years.
Three years of time are like running water,
One day of sadness is like a mess. ——"Travel Picture"
I remember that in the wind and rain,
I met you when the flowers were falling.
A glass of turbid wine speaks of the present and the past,
A magic pen expresses heroic sentiments from all over the world. ——"Picture of Thatched Cottage in Qiu Mountain"
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A pure heart loves the snow of Tianshan Mountain,
I am ashamed to discuss merits and demerits with a group of thieves.
I only heard of heroes abandoning their official posts and leaving,
I did not see the ebb and flow of the East China Sea. ——"Travel to the Tianshan Mountains"
The poems are filled with thousands of volumes, and they are full of glory.
Tie Liu's pen is running wildly.
Why should we return to Chang'an Road?
Get rid of the bad guys again for the prosperous age. ——"Travel Map"
I have never written a song for you,
Thousands of miles of frost condenses into cold jade.
Go to Mount Zhu to look for the hidden pearl,
The tears will be shed all over the Linghai Road. ——"Picture of Evening Coolness in the Xu Pavilion"
Thousands of bottles of fine wine soaked the heart,
While drunk, we chatted and became crazy.
The wind often blows away the wind,
I alone bully the king. ——"Transcendental Terrace"
The years flow like water with charm,
Reminiscent of old friends like a song.
How much love and hate do you have in your heart?
It is rare to look back in this life.
——"View from the Jiang Pavilion? A gift of heavy stones"