The faint fragrance is long around the curved pool, and the real mosaic covers the beautiful pool.
I often worry that the bleak autumn wind comes too early, leaving you no time to make up the lotus.
Wang Bo is in the mountains.
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.
The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.
Yang Jiong's "Sending Zhao Zong at Night"
Zhao Youguo is worth fifteen cities, and his jade wall has always been famous in the world.
Send you back to your hometown in Zhaozhou tonight, leaving a bright moon in the sky, still shining on the river.
Wang Bo bid farewell to Xue Hua.
There are many difficult roads ahead, and only one person found his way in a hurry.
On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body.
Thoughts are wandering and life is short.
Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream.
Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.
However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .
Luo, Xiao Shui Farewell
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and the strong man was sad and sorrowful.
No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.
Luo's Ode to Goose
White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky.
White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
Yang Jiong's Join the Army
The flames of bonfires in Kyoto, Chang 'an City, crude gas oil.
Leaving the palace, the general will assume the command; Surrounding the enemy and attacking the city, the elite cavalry are extremely brave.
The heavy snow darkened the color; The wind roared and the drums rang.
I'd rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who only engraved his chapter.
Wang Tengting's Poems by Wang Bo
Wang Teng Linjiang Pearl, Ming Luan continues to sing and dance.
The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.
Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself. Quit the viceroy and go to Shuzhong for his post.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.