Last night (Hongyi)
Last night, stars and people leaned on the building, and the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains were close at hand.
The green trees are silent and the pear blossoms are covered with red leaves.
Yuyou
Author: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Genre: Five Ancients
A frost fell last night and killed the locust tree in the king's court.
The dry leaves don’t wait for yellow, and they fly down.
I feel pity for you, so I start from the front steps in the morning.
The leaves are standing in the wind, and the color is low for half a day.
Looking west to Chang'an City, Gezhong Twelve Street.
Who is not happy? You are at ease alone.
The sun goes up in the daytime, and the beauty is slumped in the mirror.
My heart has turned into ashes.
One word from me is worth a thousand cups of wine.
Although his words are very despicable, they can break his heart.
There are virtuous people in rich families, and there are beautiful people in back alleys.
Those who are poor and connected will ask about their destiny, and they will not be talented unless they are talented.
This is a self-exemption, and there is no need to wait for arrangements.
The people in Linghu House said that they played with the moon in Xiye last night because of the play gift
Author: Li Shangyin Dynasty: Tang Genre: Wulu
Last night the moon was bright, and the rumor was that it was near Too clear.
The cool waves wash over the green tiles, and the golden stems fall off the dawn.
The Qin palace well is exposed, and the wind strings the Han palace zither.
When I sang the praises of Mianzhu, I proposed to recommend him with a false reputation.
Sulan Bridge to the Moon
Author: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang
Last night at the head of Fengchi, tonight at the mouth of Lanxi.
The bright moon has no intention, and pedestrians look back.
Under the shadow of the pine trees in the new autumn, after the midnight bell.
It is not advisable to have a clear shadow and drink tea instead of wine.
Sigh on the cool breeze (Bai Juyi)
The cool breeze blew again last night, and the leaves of the firefly fell in front of the bed.
Don’t sigh in autumn. It’s been thirty years since Pan An.
Go to Xunyang and write poems in Daozhong (Bao Zhao)
Stayed in Nanling last night.
Entering Luzhou today.
Visitors cherish the sun and the moon.
The collapse of the wave cannot be left behind.
Invade the stars and go to the morning road.