"Climbing the Xiling Pagoda in Yangzhou in Autumn" by Li Bai
The pagoda towers over the sky, and you can climb up to see the four wilderness.
The high vitality combines to mark the long sea and clouds.
Everything is divided into the sky, and three days are connected to the painted beams.
The water shakes the golden shadow, and the sun moves the fire pearl.
Birds are fluttering on the curtains, and the clouds are embroidered on the curtains.
My eyes are cut off along the way, and my heart is sailing away.
The catalpa trees are white when exposed to the dew, and the oranges and pomelo are yellow due to frost.
If you can see the jade hair, it will be illuminated here.
"Climbing the North Tower of Xie Zhen in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai
The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and a clear sky.
Two waters hold a bright mirror, and two bridges hold a rainbow.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the old sycamores are in autumn colors.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind.
"Farewell to the Envoy of Kuizhou" by Huangfu Ran
In the evening, the sun shines beside the building, and the three armies pay their respects in front of the gorge.
The white clouds disperse with the waves, and the green walls connect to the mountains.
Thousands of hills, mountains and snow, thousands of orange pomelo rivers.
It’s like going to Hanoi and going to heaven for years.
"Huxi Yiren" Qi Ji
In the west of Laoyin Dongting, there is a stream of fishermen and woodcutter.
There is a lone crane shadow in front of the piano, and a distant monk's inscription on the stone.
The orange and pomelo gardens are ripe, and the Jianjia paths are confusing.
You can allow your neighbors to join together and divide the medicine into the spring border.
"Twenty Rhymes of Xiaoxiang" Qi Ji
It is difficult to judge the distance between two rivers, but they run from the distance to the edge.
The cold passes through Qianzhang's veins and clears several states.
When you go away, everything is white, and when you come close, everything is muddy.
When I traveled and heard about Shun and Yu, I could see the world inside and outside.
The fish are fishing leisurely in Pujing, and the geese are nesting in the cool bay.
At the end of the night when the moon comes, autumn marks can be seen in the clouds.
The evening air is hidden in the neighboring temple, and the cold waves are near the village.
Li Sao’s legacy is eternal hatred, and the drums and harp play the legacy of her soul.
The fog covers the fish dragon cave, and the roots of the island are revealed.
The autumn wind blows the sails up and down, and the setting sun dims the trees.
Liu Shao's sandbar is lacking, but there is a lot of moss on the ancient shore.
The bird's nest is nestled against the orange pomelo, and the otter's path leads to the orchid sun.
The beauty comes from the south of the Yangtze River and is famous all over the world.
Wu Touxiang is unstoppable, and Hankou is strong enough to swallow.
The clear sky reflects, and Feng Yixin suddenly turns over.
The distant peaks are covered with verdant green and Tingxiaodi flowers are numerous.
The smoke rises from the lake, and the sound and miasma rain spurt.
The guest boat was shaken rapidly, and the savage bottles were splashed wildly.
Whoever is sparse and chiseled will have a poor source, but clarity will come from its source.
I am hurting the Nine Songs and leaving Kunlun with turbidity.
"A Letter to My Nephews on Autumn Eve" by Qi Ji
Every autumn night, I recall my hometown in front of the lamp.
The garden is filled with red tangerines and pomelo, and the windows are filled with green flowers.
Farewell to old age, the road ahead will be long and difficult.
Brothers should be alive and well, plowing the land in the flames of war.
"Master Xiu Huaizi" Qi Ji
Zhongxuan looked up at Chonghu Lake, and when you arrived in Xiaoxiang, you found yourself healthy.
When you meet someone when you are ill, you will be given medicine and bait;
Looking for early autumn in Shanluo Temple, and spending the sunset beside Tangyou Island.
I promise to send myself back to Huayue, and I will brush the vase in the morning and evening.
"Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Her in Early Summer" Yuan Zhen
There are hanging fruits in the courtyard, but no chicks in the swallow's nest.
I also say goodbye to Sheyan, and I am confused.
The summer comes early when you write poems, but I sigh that autumn has already passed.
The food has different local conditions, and the seasons are different.
The fields are full of weeds, and I live near the river.
On the eighth day, it will be cut again and the ninth day will be cut again, and half of it will be removed by the bright moon.
"Forty Rhymes by the River" by Yuan Zhen
The official borrowed a house by the river, and the terrain was naturally low.
It is dangerous and dangerous, and it is connected to the long suburbs.
Strange turtles often inhabit the place, and jumping frogs are quite confused.
There is no fence around you, especially when the tiger roars.
An empty fish will attract an otter, and an empty hamster will fight against a cat.
When the earth is empty, burrowing ants are bothered, and when the pillars are rotten, they are afraid of hidden dragons.
Snake and jackal swallow eaves sparrows, jackals chase wild deer.
The dogs were frightened and the chickens were making noisy noises.
I am poor and willing to guard, desolate and filthy.
The broken curtains are shining brightly, and the houses are covered with octopuses.
The curves turned into marshes, but the corridors took their place.
The bridge is full of old trees, and the horse is sick and eating grass.
Point the bedside one by one, and make bubbles one after another.
The humiliation of the mud is doubtful in Jiang, and I want to take shelter from the rain in Xiao.
Those who care about each other are turtles, who can regain their ties to each other?
I swear that my heart will come and go smoothly, and I will predict the future of food.
There is no plan to escape from the coma and send a letter to an old friend.
The pillars are cut down, but the thatch cannot be divided into thatched grass.
The golden cane is lined with yellow seeds, and the green canopy is covered with green tips.
The tiles are splashing on the water, and the sound of mandarin tiles and jade is being knocked.
The foundation was collected from Jingshan Mountain and repaired by Ying craftsmen.
Hidden cone thunder stings, broken bamboo arrows scream.
I stop at noon at the beginning of my sleep, and I sleep frequently and want to change my body.
Everyone earns a small salary, and the kitchen prepares delicious dishes.
Everyone is happy, and both swallows are happy to nest.
The high gate is rutted, and the Chinese stables are called Pu Zhao.
All sizes are available, no matter how small you are.
The white crane is caged with strips, and the branches are green?
Made couches to accommodate baskets and baskets, and sealed the gates to resist fighting.
The railing is to prevent the well from being drawn, and the secret room is to be glued.
The servants are the servants in the garden, and the children are picking up the garden vegetables.
This picture is for free planting, so choose fertilizer.
The green pomeloes are counted diligently, and the red pomegranates are copied one by one.
The pond is clear with crabs and melon beetles picking up tadpoles.
Watching sandbirds while drying seal scripts, sharpening swords to catch sea sharks.
Luo Hui repaired the medicine stove and built stacks to read the bows.
Everything is done by learning, and children are taught by laziness.
It is most convenient to drink it quietly and relieve sorrow.
When you hear the news of returning to Pu near Pu, you will stop to see Xiaonuo in the distant city.
If the king or grandson asks, he must answer and wave the sheath.
"Eight Poems of Jingshen Autumn" by Yuan Zhen
The mood of autumn is born in the rain every year.
The fireworks are getting closer and I pity the lightness of my clothes.
Standing at leisure while chanting poems, walking at night recalling things.
It is a common habit to be in the dark, but don’t be sad.
The mosquitoes are coming in the rain, and the candles and moths are thin on the lamp.
The children cry in the cold autumn mat, and the missing woman asks about the cold clothes.
When the curtain is broken, fireflies come in, and when the window is bright, bats fly.
The good days are passing day and night, and gradually they are contrary to the ambition.
The eaves are slipping and the rain is heavy on the windows.
The pillow is tilted, the mat is slippery, the curtain is turned over and the table lamp is turned over.
It’s hard to wake up the nightmare, and it’s hard for the maid to recite poems.
I can’t force myself to sleep, I just lie down and my soul disappears.
The rain pours down from the bottle on the high eaves, and the wind blows from the window.
Sickness hates dim lights, cold feeling and thin curtains.
The maid reports that the woodcutter has dried up, and the wife is worried about the courtyard.
I am counting in confusion, and I am thinking of Cai Chengdong.
It’s hard to sleep in the limelight, and sick eyes are tired of reading.
It’s a long night without wine, and the light will shine on Xiaoyu.
Three Yuan Tui abolishes the king, and Jiu Yao enters multiplication and division.
The number of corridors and temples should be calculated too much, and the differences should be too small.
After the rain fence fell down, the autumn fields were barren.
The bamboos fold in mourning, and the lotuses fall in mourning for the empty house.
Small slices of arrowheads are white, and low clusters of grapefruit are yellow.
The provocative people in front of me are all from the same country.
The willow branches are weak in the rain, and the scenery is slanted.
Dragonflies love the morning dew, and butterflies love the autumn flowers.
The empty hedgerows are filled with hungry birds, and the cold roosts are filled with tree crows.
In the desolate pool hall, it doesn’t look like there is a home.
After suffering from the disease for ten years, the cloudiness lasted for more than ten days.
People teach you to be a rat, but God sends you to be a fish.
The shark blooms in the Fengcheng sword, and the insect withers in the ghost fire book.
When the mud is gone, there is no place where the car will not be destroyed.
"De Lu Hengzhou Shu Yin Sent in Poetry" by Liu Zongyuan
Don't sigh at the Yanfang when the steam is coming, for there are a few lines to announce the arrival of autumn geese.
The mountain in the east of Linyi is like a halberd, and the water in the south is like a soup.
The pitter-patter of coriander leaves contains autumn mist, and the exquisite tangerines and pomeloes shine through the setting sun.
If you are not a guest at Baipingzhou, you will still ask Xiaoxiang from afar.