There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Li Shen in Benevolence of Agriculture
Fifty strings ring beyond the Great Wall, and soldiers are stationed in the battlefield in autumn. Xin Qiji's Broken Array
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white. Long article "Snow"
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Meng Haoran's Prime Minister Zhang of Dongting
Open in nine days 10%, and thousands of families will show their paintings. Li Bai's Ten Poems on a Westward Journey to Nanjing
Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation. Du Mu's Farewell