Guo Yuanzhen's Songs of Xianghe·Six Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Two Spring Songs The brothel is full of sunshine, and the green pond is full of wind. Giving a child a flower with the same heart, how diligent is this?
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Harmony·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Winter Songs The light from the south goes to Lenggui, and the sound from the north calls out to the empty wood. Every year there is frost, but the green color is not diminished.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Harmony·Two Police Songs at Midnight. Green wine is passed from the carved bowl, and purple smoke is smoked from the carved furnace. Unexpectedly, the bitter cold tune makes the sound of white snow string.
Nie Yizhong's "Xianghe Song"·The crows cry at night. All the birds return to their branches, but the crows don't rest. You should also know that I hate you, so I cry towards the green window.
Wang Ya's Qin Songs and Songs·Cai's Five Lanes·Two Spring Outing Songs Ten thousand apricot trees by the river, a new wind blows all night. The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves.
*** Miscellaneous Songs·Rupo Fifth You live at the foot of a solitary mountain, and the smoke is long in the middle of the night. The gate is crossed by green water, and the garden is surrounded by weeping poplars.
*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Chinese Songs I saw the green stripes of spring yesterday, but I knew the autumn leaves were yellow. The sound of cicadas has not stopped, and the wild geese have already arrived.
*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: Yang Xia picking mulberries. The flying silk stirs up the green dust, and the soft leaves face the solitary wheel. I went into the garden today to look for people.
*** Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics · A Piece of Willows are reflected in the green mountains, and pear blossoms and snowbirds hide. Under the green window with peaches and plums, I sit leisurely and sigh at the fragrance of spring.
Wang Bo's Three Poems about Thinking of Friends on a Cold Night. Under Chaochao Cui Mountain, the Cangjiang River sings every night. I miss you again from afar, I am pure and green.
Guo Zhen's Six Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Spring Songs The brothel contains sunlight, and the green pond is filled with wind. Giving a child a flower with the same heart, how diligent is this?
Wu Pingyi gave the prime minister cypress leaves on the first day of Fenghe's reign. The green leaves welcome the spring, and the cold branches have been cold all year round. May I hold on to the cypress leaves and enjoy them for thousands of years.
Wang Wei Wangchuanji·Zhuyuba is strong, red and green, and blooms again like a flower. A guest in the mountains placed this hibiscus cup.
Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Gonghuai Street The square path is shaded by the palace tree, and the shade is covered with green moss. When I answered the door, I welcomed the sweep, fearing that a mountain monk would come.
Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·White Stone Beach is a clear and shallow white stone beach with green cattails. The house lives on the east side of the water, under the bright moon.
Wang Wei and Huangfu Yue Yunxi's five miscellaneous poems·Pingchi The spring pool is deep and wide, and I will wait for the boat to return. The lush green trees are blooming, and the weeping poplar trees are blooming again.
Wang Wei Farewell (one is to say goodbye in the mountains, the other is to say goodbye to friends) Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood. The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will never return.
Wang Wei's Farewell to Wangchuan, Farewell to Wangchuan, I moved my carriage and horses late, and melancholy came out of Usnea. I can't bear to leave the green mountains, they are just like green water.
Wang Wei’s Red Peony The green color is leisurely and quiet, while the red color is light and deep. The heart of the flower is sad and ready to die, but the spring scenery does not know the heart.
Pei Di's Collection of Twenty Poems from Wangchuan·Jinzhuling The clear stream is straight and straight, and the green Xiao is dense and deep. A path leads to the mountain road, singing and looking at the old cens.
Pei Di Wangchuan Collection of Twenty Poems·Xinyiwu The green embankment is covered with spring grass, and the kings and grandchildren are left to play. Moreover, there are magnolia flowers, which are mixed in color with hibiscus.
Chu Guangxi’s Five Poems on the Road to Luoyang Dedicated to Lu Si Langzhong The spring ice in Luoshui opens, and the spring water in Luocheng is green. Looking down the road, flowers and horses are falling.
Chu Guangxi’s Four Songs from the South of the Yangtze River The deep green river bottoms out, and the high waves turn straight into the sky. I am used to living by the lake, and my boat is light and not afraid of the wind.
Wang Changling sent Guo Sicang to Guo Sicang. The green water of Huaihe River reflects the scenery of the door, leaving a lasting impression on the owner. The bright moon follows the good weather, and the spring tide is late at night.
Li Bai's Four Xiangyang Songs Xian Mountain is near the Han River, with green water and snow-like sand. There is a monument of tears on it, and the moss has been wiped away for a long time.
Li Bai's Seventeen Songs of Qiupu Jiang Zu is a piece of stone, and the blue sky sweeps across the painting screen. The inscribed poems will last forever, and the green characters will grow on brocade moss.
Wei Yingwu inscribed the tung leaves with unevenly cut green leaves, elegantly covered with Qiongke. I recall that I was in Fengdong Temple and wrote this book.
One hundred untitled poems from Qian Qi's trip to the river (one is a poem by Qian Jue). The arrows are short at the beginning of the day, but Ting's tobacco has not declined. Although the green is greener after the rain, it is not the time to pick apples.
Qian Qi's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on a Journey to the River" (one poem by Qian Jue) The green fields on the shore are far away, and the river is red and slanting. Open up the small fishing boat and return home at full moonlight.
One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (one is a poem by Qian Jue). Thousands of hectares of water have fine lines, and a fistful of misty shadows are lonely. Junshan is cold and green with trees, and I once passed Dongting Lake.
Qian Qi's Twenty-Two Miscellaneous Odes of Lantian Stream·Dongpi (one work is about the Prince's Pei). Under the newly sunny flower branches, I love the watery green of the moss.
Gu Kuang's Willows on the Mountain Path (the following fourteen poems are composed of miscellaneous topics in Linpingwu) are like gossamers, planted shallowly and deeply in the green hills. Every year after the beginning of spring, it is occupied by the singing orioles.
Gu Kuang is playing with ripples in the pine trees. There are ripples in the clear blue sky, and the old pine tree is lying on its side. The melodious green radish shadow is broken by ripples.
Gu Kuang sent Liu Shisan to the Huaihe River. He opened a house in the reed valley, which contrasted with the green Huaihe River. Don't be surprised that the spring tide is wide and you can park your boat beside the gulls.
Gu Kuang sent Li Mi off. I left Wu Diyu in the past and Chunfan left late. The river is thousands of miles green, □□□□□.
Dou Gong's "Youxian Ci" The sacred mountains on the sea are green, and the apricot trees by the stream are red. I don’t know where to go, the moon shines on the jade tower and the sky is empty.
Li Yi listens to and sings Red and White Peach and Plum Blossoms Red and White Peach and Plum Blossoms, a song performed when the late emperor was still alive. I want to sing to the West Palace, where the trees are green.
Changdang Two poems from Puzhong Road The ancient temple lives in the persimmon forest, covered with green tiles. Suiyan came to write the title, and he could write it by picking up leaves.
Sikong Shu Medicine Garden The spring garden is fragrant, with green vines mixed with red flowers. Only visitors from deep mountains come to identify the names of medicines.
Sikong Shu visited Master Jian’s former residence and wrote the same poem as Li Duan. He still stayed in exile and came with Dai Yong. Today under the empty forest, all I know is green moss.
Wang Jian's Fallen Leaves The old green leaves are in different directions, and the first red ones have overlapped. The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.
Xie Liangfu's "Jiangnan·Mengdong" In Mengdong in Jiangnan, the ears of rice are as soft as cotton. The green silk banana is cracked, and the golden orange pomelo hangs.
Quxin Mausoleum, Chang'an Road, the red gate reflects the green poplars, and the double towers reach Tongzhuang. The sound of the jade pendant is far away, and the world of mortals is still fragrant.
Quan Deyu During the day, the lone boat floats in the warm scenery, and the lone crane floats under the autumn sky. It's full day on an Anliu day, with a clear green sky and no wind.
Two poems by Sheep Shi'e about rain in the Chenghuang Temple. The zero rain comforts the people here, and I recommend green apples to my fasting heart. The mountain breeze and the sound of flutes and drums are like offering sacrifices to the gods in the pavilion.
Yang Shier first moved the Qi tree. I love the things in this hill. I can see the smoke and frost in the whole sun. The infinite blue clouds make the green windows colder.
Wang Ya’s Two Spring Outing Songs: Thousands of apricot trees by the river, a new wind blooms all night. The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves.
Wang Ya My girlfriend gave me five poems from afar. The orioles are singing deep in the green trees, and the swallows are singing late in the night. If you don't save yourself from traveling, you will know the distance and distance on the battlefield.
Liu Yuxi's Three Poems on Willow Blossoms bloom from the green strips, scattering the fragrance far away in the wind. Therefore, when the flowers fall, the melodiousness occupies the spring evening.
Twelve poems by Zhang Ji and Wei Wei on the Shengshan Mountain in Kaizhou·Pipa Terrace The green radish spring on the stage, leisurely boarding without waiting for anyone. Whenever he has a day off, he wears a gauze scarf.
Yuan Zhen's Two Peony Poems (composed later and before by Xiao Shulang) are full of lush green and yin, and it is difficult to fade the red color. Once the scenery is lifted up, you still have to look at it temporarily.
Bai Juyi asked Liu Shijiu about the green ants' new fermented wine and the red mud and small fire. It's snowing in the evening, but I can't drink a cup.