Inscribed on chrysanthemums
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold, fragrant and cold, and butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
If you don't have a good time, you can give chrysanthemums
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The towering incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
Self-inscribed portrait
I remember that when I was flying on the grass, my iron robe was completely covered with monk's clothes.
There is no one on the Tianjin Bridge, only one is leaning against the railing to watch the sunset.
This should be all of Huang Chao's poems
As for the origin of the golden armor, it is naturally not the end of Fu Ju