Year: Song Author: Yi Zhu
Sichuan net waves flat five-plank boat, opening up a round of autumn.
Silver country gold, palace brocade robe purple, beautiful.
Sedentary galaxy, hanging wreaths, the night wind shows pearls.
I am more free when I am free.
Look at other people's peaches and plums
Year: Tang Author: He
The mountain source rains at night over the fairy house, and the peaches and plums in the East Garden bloom in the morning.
Peach blossom is red, plum blossom is white, and it burns to the corner of the south of the city.
There is no brothel in the south, and the spring breeze is peach and plum.
Abandon your daughter and ignore her. We'll meet again after a long time.
It is said that the south China is brilliant, and China is late. I sigh that the west is far behind.
The hall is brightly lit and the atmosphere is half in the fragrant garden.
In the garden, the precious wood is strange, and gold is the silver branch of leaves.
Peach and plum are more suitable for a thousand years.
Peach and plum are not exposed to the well, and the shadow is beautiful.
Don't be a tree, don't be a tree, you will recommend the king with the fact of being a fairy.
Demote Dou Sima to Yichun
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Tianma silver saddle, personally inherit the Lord's joy. Cockfighting golden palace, geese shoot Yun Lan.
In Luo's class, the singing is particularly clear in the bell at night. What do you think of South China? I sigh with my sword.
Who did Zhao Bi order it for? Sui Zhu was shot in vain. Holy morning rain and dew, this trip is tireless.
Xiang he ge ci shan zai xing
Year: Tang Author: Monk Guan Xiu
There is a kind of beauty, and Wan Ru is young and bright, knowing that different voices make his posture magnificent.
Embroidering pipa and climbing Scholar's Academy, such as day lily, will never forget me.
I want to give it a purple jade ruler and silver. It's been a long time.
Xi Qian Ying Long Yu Guawei
Year: Song Author: Wang
Yulong hung his tail. Looking at it, it is like invading the cloud. There is nothing in the world on weekdays. Quiet for a long time sounds like bamboo, and midnight color invades the window paper. The strangest thing is that it is cleverly decorated with branches and low cornices.
When? Hu Youqi. The dog holds the sky, and the arrow follows the neighborhood. Cook fresh with grass, fry tea with dead branches, and turn jade flowers into water. Yao didn't see the typhoon dew, and Qionglin borrowed a chair. Hyun Yinhai, waiting for cranes to ride, riding whale Xun Mei.