Silent night is thinking: there is such bright light at the foot of my bed, can there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
A farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou of the Yellow Crane Tower: an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
"Looking at Lushan Waterfall": Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs far away. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
To Wang Lun: Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Farewell to friends: the north of the Great Wall is a blue mountain range, and the east of the Great Wall is a white waterline. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
"I heard that Wang Changling moved to Zuolongbiao kiln and made this statement.": My heart is bright and the wind goes to Yelangxi.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain: Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Farewell to a friend at Jingmen Ferry: This is the end of the mountain, the beginning of the plain, and the river winds through the wilderness.
Four poems of drinking alone with the moon: from from a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
Early Interpretation of Bai Di City/Bai Di Xiajiangling: When the emperor bid farewell to colorful clouds, a thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain: Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go alone for leisure. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
"Qingping Tune 1": Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to dazzle.
Memory Yan: Yan, the dream is broken. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell. Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.
"Bodhisattva Man, Linping Desert is full of smoke": Linping Desert is full of smoke, and Hanshan area is sad and blue.