The beauty of the day pops up the window and plays the sign language kite.
The spring breeze blew down the king's ears. This song is a journey to heaven.
Thoughts on Bai Juyi's Listening to Zheng at Night
Jiangzhou went to listen to Zheng night, but the white-haired freshmen didn't want to listen.
It's the first snow, so you can play until dawn.
Listen to Zheng in the snow.
The jade column is cold and snowy, and the business is resentful.
Who pities Chuke to a corner, a sad heart is broken again.
Wang Wan's Looking at Zheng
There is Zheng in the virtual room, but Zheng in the first day is clear.
Strings are tortuous, and columns promote clear language.
Xiao Yuning has countless hands and charming spring scenery.
It's the only fun recently, and it spreads beautifully.
Liu Yuxi's "Shooting with Left-behind Princes and Servants", each with a gift of spring, from rhyme to seven.
Warbler
Talking, affectionate.
When spring comes, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
I began to meet strangers from the south and gathered in the east side.
The forest is sparse, but the flowers are dense.
Piccolo hurried to the middle of the camp, and the mourning Zheng stood upstairs.
Thousands of households are weeping willows, and the scenery is good.