From: "Two Poems in My Hands"
Author: Zhao Guangyuan
Year: Tang Dynasty
Two poems by the singer
Dressed up as a wrist to wash gel, my back is covered with a red towel.
Jade is in the fog sleeve, and green silk is twisted on the setting sun screen.
Ask someone to pat the front sill, pick apricots high and near the Quchi.
It's good to see you at the edge of the pipa string, but it's round and jade is uneven.
Twist the jade and rub Joan's last touch. Who saw the rope in the green window?
Slow cage crayons, gossip refers to Yaojie laughing and playing with money.
Add musk to the oven interview, and gently paste gold on your tongue.
Like the chess position of the bed treasure palace, drawing paper occupies the corner.
Poetry: The wind and words have disappeared.
From: Fishing for the Moon (Zhao Jing Du Li Benyan)
Author: Yu Ji
Year: Yuan
Fishing on the Moon Xuan (Du Yan) "
The accumulated rain in the square pool is collected, and the new water is three or four feet.
The wind has stopped and there is not a cloud.
Deep fish dive deep, and the spray blooms late.
You are idle, sit on a stone with a pole.
Poetry: After the death of Nan Xuanxian, Wen Ding
From: "Send Chen Junju to Guard Guiyang"
Author: Lou Jian
Year: Song Dynasty
Send Chen Jun to guard Guiyang.
Find another topic, a dream of fifteen years.
Who would have thought that we would bring guests here today, but send you here?
Guiyang tasted the courage to laugh, and Lu's legacy was invented.
After Wen Ding went to Nanxuan Fairy, Huxiang got another gentleman.