Bai Juyi
What's the battle on the snail's horn? Put the body in the fire of the stone.
Being poor and rich is fun, but not laughing is an idiot.
Thoughts in the dead of night
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The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
This is a poem, I really can't find it:
Dreamed of the south bank
Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar.
At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and the river is as green as the blue of spring.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?