Wild geese are singing in the deep bamboo, and the sunset is falling in Xiaochuan. With the wind, the building reflects with a low chord. The desert sails turn, and the faint shore fire burns. The gully runs through the narrow road, and the ditch bends around Pingtian
Cao Zhi's Seven Steps Poem
Boiled beans are used as soup, while fermented beans are used as juice. The honey burns under the kettle, and the beans weep in the kettle. We are born from the same root, so what's the hurry?
Liu Zhang's "Farming"
The cuckoo is burning in the warm day, and the south slope is good for farming. The grass smells like a winding path, and the birds speak out of the mountains. Point seeds and throw golden rain, fertilize and disperse white marriage. At noon, people sleep with wild flowers
Du Fu's "Two Poems (Part II)"
The birds in the river are over white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are on fire.
spring has passed again,
when is the year of return?
Tang Bohu's
The lamp holder in "Unforgettable Resentment" is burning with three feet of silver, and the joy is not over. May enlightenment be a hidden light, and it will shine through the grave and not know the sky.
Shuilongyin
Crossing Shuangxi Building in Nanjian
Looking up at the clouds in the northwest, leaning on the sky and Wan Li needs a long sword. People talk about this place, see you late at night, and the bullfight is full of flames. I think the mountain is high, the pool is empty and the water is cold, and the moon star is pale. Looking at the burning rhinoceros, I am afraid of leaning on the fence, and I am angry and miserable. The gorge is tied to the Cangjiang River, crossing the dangerous building and trying to fly. Yuan Long is an old man, so he might as well lie down and curl up. Rise and fall through the ages, a hundred years of sad laughter, a moment to browse. Ask who unloaded it again, sailing on the beach and tying the sunset cable?