A poem describing vagrancy

Liu Yuxi's Seventh Poem of Nine Poems on Bamboo Branches

Twelve beaches in Qutang, people say that the road is difficult since ancient times.

It's better to hate people than water, and make waves casually.

Magnolia imitates ancient writing.

If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Dreamed of the south bank

Who does Xiao Li hate? Flying snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew plum bottles. Heart words have turned gray.

Reflections on Sushuanglin Temple in Jiangnan

When the heart is exhausted, there are monks who can't stop hair. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up.

Shake it back and blow it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city.