1, "Two Poems Written Occasionally-Ding Dong Yu Pei III" Tang Gaochan
It rains at night in Yu Pei, Ding Dong, and the golden boudoir sleeps in the clouds.
Where will fickle love go tomorrow? I have no idea who you are.
The summer clothes are red and cicadas are warm, and the clouds and onions are purple and phoenix is cold.
When the teenagers in the sky disperse, a stream of smoke and water will look like.
2, "Wu Ye Erpei Guo Jie Yu Wen" Tang Li Shangyin
Pei Yu, Yi Yi, Chai Toujin. The night rain leaves lotus tears, the west wind growls at the trees, and the autumn moon works.
Tong Yin, Mei Hua, thank your for coming.
3, "Xie Peiling-Yu Jie Qiu Yi" Northern Song Dynasty Yan
The jade steps are autumn, and the years are dark. Build a deep palace, and the fans are unintentional. I remember at that time, I was self-sufficient and conscious. Point painter, painted as a Qin woman. ?
The coolness is still there, and the scarlet string has not changed. Where can I stand first frost wandering? Since ancient times, sadness is an affair, as light as sex. It's hard to tell when you hate a string.
4. "Two Songs-Jade tassel and Cuipei Miscellaneous" Tang
Jade tassels, Cui Pei's miscellaneous light, fragrant sweat slightly stained with Zhu Yan. Sing a beige song for you?
The voice is clear, the clouds are rolling, the thoughts are myriad, and the sorrows and joys are harmonious. The pot is half tilted, Ye Xiang.
Chen Liang was holding a dark red candle and it was raining. Let you sit and listen to the finale, and the fallen leaves are hard to recover.
Step on the beads, step on the banquet and dance in front of the red candle. Fangzi is gorgeous and enchanting.
Looking back, turning sleeves, secretly urging strings. The cool wind is rustling and the moonlight is flowing red-violet.
Pull the skirt and turn it into tears.
5, "Biedipei (Liang Gong's great-grandson, traveling in the South)" Don Li Qunyu
Bamboo can't blossom, but Feng Chu is starving. Before the clouds opened, the branches of Wu Bi were empty. ?
The sage plays the cloud Shao, and the auspicious phoenix comes to the instrument. The article glows in broad daylight, and birds dare not peek. ?
If you don't talk to yourself, you won't know what a bird is. When you look at nine kilometers, you fly out of peace.