When the world comes out of our generation and enters the rivers and lakes,
When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
Riding a ghost rain with a sword, bones flying like mountains and birds flying,
A tidal wave of people with dust is just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu.
Chrysanthemum Poetry-Huang Chao
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.