Guests compete for the sun and the moon, looking far away.
Autumn wind treats no one, go to Luoyang city first.
Imperial forces recaptured Du Fu on both sides of the Yellow River.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Wang Wan, the next berth of Beibao Mountain.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Inso Liu Kezhuang
Throw a willow and move Joe too deeply, and make fun of the machine when handing over.
Luoyang flowers in March, such as brocade, how long does it take to weave?
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Shen Kuo, an oil painting poem
It snowed one after another in Erlang Mountain, and the Xuanzhuo dome was crowded.
Everything is fine, clothes are not old, and oil is like Luoyang dust.
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Answering Yuan Zhen Ouyang Xiu
There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February.
There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout.
Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year.
I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late.
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Qiu Si Zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
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I'm sure it's hard to walk
Famous workers in Luoyang cast it as Jinbo Mountain,
After thousands of times,
It is engraved with Qin women joining hands with immortals.
Cheng Jun's happiness on a sunny night,
Arranged in front of bright candles in the garden.
Cai Dan, the dragon forest,
Purple smoke containing musk.
Now your heart has changed,
Sigh for a hundred years.
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Send Di Zongheng to see Wang Changling.
Autumn, beautiful scenery, cicadas singing at dusk, Luoyang trees dying out.
Farewells are endless, and I cherish the cool weather.