Author: Zhao
When it rains in Linchuan, it's in vain, just worrying about the sky.
Jiang Xiang was glad that it was ripe this year, and returned to the field to prepare for the winter with a smile.
Ten poems by Prime Minister Zhang.
Author: Zhang
Shiguo was lonely and angry, while Hou Jun was very strong.
Jade has recovered, and the iron ticket will talk about merit.
The universe respects cultural relics, and both China people and foreigners have local customs.
Support inflammation and move righteousness, and be in harmony with heaven.
My body
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
What do I look like? I feel like I'm alone.
Autumn frost roots, boundless with the wind.
I used to travel between Qin and Yong, but now I am in Pakistan.
I used to be a passionate person, but now I am a lonely person.
Although the appearance is lonely, the heart is quite harmonious.
Life is thick and poor.
When you are Dapeng, raise your wings and rub the sky.
Poverty is an emu, and one foot is self-sufficient.
If you know this way, you are poor.
Songlines
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
The days are too short, and a hundred years have passed quickly. The size of the sky and the length of the land cannot be robbed.
Even with the famous fairy mago, her hair is half white. The weather plays Tuho with Jade Girl, and she laughs once every once in a while, and laughs a hundred billion times.
I want to take Liulong back to the car and hang Fusang. With the help of the Big Dipper, every dragon advised them to drink a glass of wine, so they all fell asleep and couldn't stay awake.
Prosperity is not my wish, I just want to keep time for the people and stay young forever.