Taiwan Province's poems

Looking at the collapsed Yaotai, I saw the daughter of a moth. -Qu Yuan's "Li Chu Sao Ge"

I hope Sitai will always be practical and happy! -Cao Cao's "Bronze Que Tai Fu"

There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned. -On Li Bai's "Nanjing on the Phoenix Terrace".

When the guests are drunk, Yao, the soldiers guard against jade and prevent the cold. -Xu Hun's "Looking at Snow"

The instrument is stiff, the string column is dead, the Yao platform is inclined, and the mirror is empty. -Liu Yuxi's "Mourning for the Past"

Fairy Palace is also lonely, riding in the wind at midnight.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

Snow is flying all over the sky, and the imperial edict is spread. Only when invited can you come to Yaotai quickly.

Faint light shines on the stream, covering the Yaotai.

You don't have to have wings to go to Yaotai.

Yao and Taiwan Province have been looking for more, and this is the only fairy.

I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset. -Mutu's Water Pavilion of Kaiyuan Temple in Xuanzhou

The restaurant is on earth, and the piano is in the sunset. -Du Fu's Qintai

The moon comes first near the water tower, and flowers and trees are easy to spring in the sun. -Su Song Lin.

She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk. -Du Fu's Ode to Monuments

Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage. -Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. -Ouyang Xiu's "The Recent Flowers"

At sunset, the outline of Wu Palace and the beauty of the palace on Suzhou platform are hazy. -"Wuqi Qu" Li Bai

On the stage in Gusu, the scenery floats on the river. -Song Cao Xun "The Moon on the Gusu Stage"

Gusutai Temple becomes autumn, and thorns touch clothes and cry cold dew. -Song Cao Xun "The Moon on the Gusu Stage"