Looking at Wen Tingyun in the south of the Yangtze River
After combing the river, I leaned against the Wangjiang Tower alone. There were thousands of sails passing by, but the water was slanting and the water was long. The heart was broken by Bai Pingzhou.
Untitled Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms are dead, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before the tears will dry. The mirror is full of worry at dawn, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the moonlight should be felt when singing at night Han. There is not much way to go from Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligently looking for it.
Why did the night rain send to Li Shangyin in the north?
You asked if the return date has not been set, the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. Why should it be? ***Cut the west window candle, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan