The poems of the Tang Dynasty are as follows:
1. a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di: the mountains are cold and blue now, the autumn water is gurgling every day. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Summer value meets Yu drunk, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?.
2. answering vice-prefect zhang: as the years go by, give me but peace, freedom from ten thousand matters. Thinking that no Gao Ce can serve the country, only to retire to the mountain forest. Wide solution of the wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining in the right to play the lute. It's reasonable to ask the poor, hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!.
3. Weicheng Qu: Weicheng is light and dusty in the rainy city, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise my friend to dry a cup of wine, west out of the yang Guan, it is difficult to meet relatives.
4. an autumn evening in the mountains: after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.
5. bound home to mount song: the limpid river, past its bushes, running slowly as my chariot. Becomes a fellow voyager, returning home with the evening birds. A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry, autumn sunset floods the peaks. Far away, beside Mount Song, I shall close my door and be at peace.
6. Zhongnanshan: its massive height near the City of Heaven, joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. White clouds in the back of the synthesis of a piece, blue haze into the mountains disappeared. The central peak divides the south - west, and the mountain valleys are varied.
needing a place to spend the night, I call to a wood-cutter over the river.
7. xiangji temple: not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance, under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered. Through ancient woods without a human track, but now on the height I hear a bell? The spring water in the mountain hit the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest was also cold. In the evening, come to the empty pool, quietly Zen meditation to suppress the heart dragon.
8. my retreat at mount zhongnan: my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. When the spirit moves, I wander alone, amid beauty that is all for me. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the origin, or sit to see the rise of the ever-changing cloud. Occasionally in the woods meet a village elders, I chat with him chat often forget the return home.