"Smell the Wild Geese" Lu You
After all the plum blossoms, the wine is diluted, and the fragrance is incense in the cage to change into spring clothes. There is no news from Qin Guan Han Garden, and they are sending geese back to the south of the Yangtze River.
"Inscribed on Lin'an Residence" Lin Sheng
Outside the mountain, outside the Qingshan Tower, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake be closed? The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they think Hangzhou is Bianzhou!
"Jasmine" by Liu Kezhuang, Southern Song Dynasty
One flower can fill a room with fragrance and make your skin feel cool even in summer. The savages did not dare to bother the goddess, so they folded their own branches and placed them beside their pillows.
"Farewell to Dongda" Gao Shi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
"Five Autumn Poems of Changxin" by Wang Changling
The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the night frost. The jade pillow in the fumigation cage has no color, and I can lie down and listen to Nangong Qing's long leakage.
"Poems for the Harem" by Bai Juyi
My dreams are wet with tears, and I sing in the front hall late at night. The beauty's love is cut off before she gets old, and she sits leaning against the fumigation cage till dawn.