The chrysanthemum of Fanchuan, my hometown, climbs up to Suchanyuan. Du Fu
But I am afraid that the pearls and jade will leave the king's appearance, and he will be immortal for a thousand years and be admired by Fan. Su Shi
It overlooks Dongxi'ao and stretches far away to Nanshanfan. Zhang Jiuling
He was named A and B, and came out of Qiufan from the official position. Liu Yuxi
It was Fan Chuan who killed him frivolously. Yang Wanli
Fan Shan's domineering power has been exhausted, and he is left alone in the autumn. Li Bai
All came to pay homage to the emperor, and the crown and cover were full of Qiu Fan. Wang Wei
The county passes through Fan and Deng, and the mountains and rivers enter Songru. Meng Haoran
Don't feel bad about yourself when you are old. Fan Li and Wu Wei are all dead. Bai Juyi
When I hear the sound of new tiles in the Nantang, I seem to smell the fragrance of the lotus in Dongwu. Su Shi
The valley bird is startled by the sound of chess, and the mountain bee recognizes the aroma of wine. Su Shi
Jujube flowers are rustling on clothes and towels, reeling wheels are ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold by cows and old willows. Su Shi
The sound of an anvil made every family's hair grow louder, and the sound of woodcutter sounded the same. Du Fu
The autumn anvil in the high hall rings late at night, and the deep frost still reminds me of the cold clothes. Wang Changling
The sun first melts and shines on the fairy palms, and the bells of the Huaiwang team are ringing. Wen Tingyun
The rhythm of the heavy song echoes with the Zhengcong. Entering the dance, the waist is red and swirling wildly. Yan Shu
Recited real music and clear blows, but played fairy songs to ring the green clouds. Li Bai
Different tones can be heard with the same sound, but different sounds are clearer and clearer. Xie Lingyun
Jingxu listens to the sound of birds, and looks at the heavy willow trees after the rain. Wei Yingwu
The metal and stone have a positive sound, and the sound of the generals will follow. Fan Zhongyan
In a moment, the sound of the ice string is dead.
Lu Xun