When relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot. The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
"Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
Wang Changling
Entering Wu in the cold rainy night,
Send off the guest Chu Shangu in the bright morning . ?
Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A heart of ice is in a jade pot.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat
The sunrise and the river flowers are as red as fire, and the spring is as green as blue.
The sky in Tianjie is as cool as water at night
The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as cakes
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.
At an early age, I knew that things were difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.
The country has been destroyed like this
I went up to the river tower alone to think quietly, the moonlight was like water and the water was like the sky.
Ask the canal how clear it is
The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow
The plain forest is like a woven smoke
From now on, every sound and dust is silent, and the spring mountains are like black grass and smoke.
The cool breeze is blowing at the end of the day, what do you think?
The flowers in the Nanyuan Pond Hall are like snow
At three or four o'clock in the evening on the river, the willow silk is like cut flowers and dyed flowers.
I get up in the middle of the night when I am about to wake up from the residual wine. The moon is as bright as the sky and water.
Green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows
I knock jade hairpins into bamboos and sing a clear song