Looking at Qiu Jiang quietly, the wind and waves gradually subsided.
When the world is competing, dust becomes waves.
Twenty-two Banqiao Poems of Lantian River in Qianqi of Tang Dynasty
Jingyichai is hidden, away from chariots and horses.
Sometimes with medicine, I'm glad to meet a traveler in the mountains.
Tang Zhu Xuanjing Tea Pavilion
It's quiet outside the dust, but the tea smells small.
This pavilion is really lonely, and there are few people in the world.
Tang Xiangsi sent Yuan Rui, a monk from Vietnam.
There is no companion in silence, and today is a person.
I left the vacant room last night, burned incense and got on the boat.
Tang Lugui's dream palindrome
There is still smoke beside the green trees, and the snow on the back is clear.
Cold weather invades extreme defense, and cold months sail against the current.
Tang Zhangji sent a message to an old friend.
The quiet room is sick and strange, and cicadas are full of trees and flowers.
My old friend was only in Lantian county, but he didn't get the book for half a year.
Tang rewarded Wei 37.
Leng Xiang in silence touched the beginning of thinking. When I opened the seal, I suddenly saw Erqiong.
A beautiful song can be very romantic. I don't have Li Hongwen's textbook.
Don Du Guangting gave it to someone else.
Calm down and meditate on Qingming, tonight will be a long day.
I heard Peng's wings at sea yesterday, and I saw the shape of a crane on the earth.
Song Fan Zhongyan and Zhao, who were sentenced to death, came to visit Mei.
It's still cold in the forest, and everyone wants to see Shouyang's makeup.
Yu Yan must laugh in spring, not in the cold wind and frost.
Wang Songzhi gave Qin Shouzhi three third songs.
It's really fun to be prepared for danger in times of peace. Don't give up easily.
Sweet people eat honey, there is no middle side.
Mud mash and glutinous rice are not evil, so we can ask for the coming year.
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Eighty-seven Poems by Song Shi Hui
Silent news in the middle view, silent news in the middle view.
Loyalty overturns the line, and relying on the heavenly sword makes people cold.
The first word of this poem is Jing, and the last word of this poem is Xia's silent pity when he suffers.
Quiet room disease, guests live in frosty days, evening scattered.
Quietly sweeping the empty room, but sitting in the broken blood, thank you
Quietly enter the dangerous exposure of Wanjia to avoid the haze.
Whispering that autumn waters and red leaves are in chaos.
A few years between peace and grass.
Sit-in audience, Miao Jun, can keep it up.
A quiet girl's head is white, with a faint glow.
Quiet, only burning incense, sitting on the phoenix and spitting the tassels of the sunset glow.
Jing and Wozhou fly together, Ling Xiazi.
Quiet room burning sandalwood printing floating wave Ling Xia Zi.
Sitting quietly in the north of Guizhou, setting off Xia Zi.
I don't think the mountain is far away.
Static flow, no scale, hot air and residual Danxia.
Ye Jing Sihongbao Laoshan can Xia Zi
Quietly speaking, bitter orange thorn is the lost cloud I once lived in.
Jing Ke Honglan Jinghui Nian Chi Cheng Xia
Don't think about mountains calmly.