Li Shangyin's Miscellaneous Ballads·Mrs. Li's Song There is no knot in the heart, and the two strands are securely tied into a bun. Ashamed of the Baimao people, the moon does not teach the stars to change.
Xu Ning's painting of the Diaoyutai. The water is lonely and covered with green mist, and the two cliffs are covered with white clouds. The painting depicts the heart of a man crying like an ape, and trying to make three sounds to get out of a tree is difficult.
Liu Yuxi sent a letter to Mr. Fox to express his longing for spring. There are four poems on a paper cover, and Fangchen misses his lovesickness while drinking wine. Looking southwest after the long chanting, I still feel like the last spring flowers are falling.
Liu Yuxi and Wu Xingjing, the doctor, saw Hui's spotted bamboo staff and expressed their thanks. One stem was bright and shiny, and several sections were heavily decorated with tortoiseshell inscriptions. When I reach the unreached high mountain, I hope to meet you on the Qingyun Road.
Du Xunhe immediately walked five miles after five miles, leaving without stopping. The general's home is getting farther and farther away, and he still hates the horse's late arrival.
Wang Jian Dance Songs and Songs·Ten Poems on Colorful Clothes The strings and ropes are separated by colorful clouds, and the sound of a mountain is heard at the beginning of the fifth watch. Emperor Wu sent the Queen Mother of the West to wear a new moon-colored dress.
Li Bai's Miscellaneous Songs·Three Poems of a Young Man When young in Wuling, the golden city east, a white horse with a silver saddle rides in the spring breeze. Wherever the fallen flowers are trampled, I laugh into the orchid wine shop.
Shi Jianwu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Young Man's Journey Riding a white horse while drunk on an empty thoroughfare, all the bad guys say it's not as good as electricity. Wufeng is leisurely reining in his bridle on the street, bowing to King Wu with half-draped shirt sleeves.
Meng Bin's sentence "Thousands of curtains are in the spring sky, and the moon shines brightly on several buildings."
Zhang Hu's Qin Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Zhaojun's Resentment The border city is thousands of miles away, and traveling through thousands of mountains is difficult. When you raise your head, you can only see the moon. Where is Chang'an?
Zhang Ji sent the envoy to the king of Wuzhou. The autumn wind was blowing in the Chujiang Pavilion, and I saw the Cangwu prefect’s boat. We've traveled thousands of miles together and now we'll see each other again, but it's been many years since we met again.
Two poems by Yuan Zhen's envoy to Dongchuan·Jialing River The sound of water in the Jialing River for thousands of miles, why will I go around this river again? You should only have a clear night's dream, and see the full moonlight flowing over the river.
Two poems by Yuan Zhen, Liu and Ruan's Wife, "Hibiscus, fat flesh, green clouds and maidservants, painting the Qingdai Mountain on the tower." Thousands of peach blossoms and thousands of years of medicine, I don’t know what happened in the world.
Bai Juyi's Li Twenty Wenlue and Wang Shiba's hostesses did not come, so they stayed alone in Xianyou Temple. The Wenlue also used to lead the officials, so why did the hostess fall in love with the bustling city. Only then did I know that there was no one among the millions of people who stayed in the mountain of Jie Ai.
Two poems by Wang Bo Linjiang The water flows eastward and flies northward to dust. When I return home, I will say farewell to you. We are all tired travelers.
Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Hua Zigang There are endless birds flying, and the mountains are covered with autumn colors. Up and down Huazigang, how melancholy I feel.
Zhang Ji and Yan Geishi heard that an immortal had passed by Yu Rui in Changchang of Tang Dynasty recently, so he wrote two quatrains: Purple phoenix chariot in the nine-color cloud, looking for immortals, came to the cave immortal's house. There is no trace of the samsara, only flowers scattered all over the ground.
He Xiyao's "Willow Branches" The willows on the embankment are raining heavily, and their thousands of branches are deeply hateful. The sky is full of flying catkins and people are far away, and the east wind has no power to tie the heart of spring.