Tang-Xie Fuliang
Memories of Chang 'an, the twelfth lunar month, the colorful hot springs.
Ruiqi welcomes Phoenix from afar, and the sun warms Longtan first.
Take the wine from the frog's grave and pass it on from family to family.
The book of December
thunder
Thorns connect roads, and pearls turn to dust for a long time.
Birds fly in the green hills, and pedestrians walk in the wild water.
Silent and prosperous, long grass and spring scenery.
There are ups and downs in the world, and nothing hurts a person's spirit.
Dedication in December
Tang liqiao
Jade candle runs out every year, but copper has a long history.
The pool water condenses and freezes at night, and the court is cold and frosty.
Lan Xin did not move, and Mei Ting wanted to be fragrant.
Peihui is near the end of the year, and the grain is in spring.
A branch of the twelfth lunar month blooms alone
Song Zhu Shu Zhen
Wax carving in the garden, bright and fresh in bloom.
May I ask if Long Mei is lucky? Chunhui * * *, I have to stay with her.