Xiang Anshi: One clear night in ten years in Ye Yuan, I dreamed all over the southwest states. Suddenly I went to Jiangling to see Taibai and laughed at Chu's advocating Excellence. Plum blossoms give a long walk, while Bai Xuege leaves two streams. At dusk, the soul of the river is about to break, and it is even more difficult to argue about mourning for autumn.
Liu Kezhuang, Liling Inn: Jun Guo is vaguely separated by the ferry, so he takes off his saddle and leans against the shop building. I once went to osmanthus trees to sing in seclusion, because I once traveled far to see plum blossoms. There are many Chu dialects in the city, and the blue color on the bridge is Xiangliu. Straight to the south of the Yangtze River, I saw all the shackles and sorrows. Mei Fang in Yuling: 500 poems written by Liu Qiao, half of which are plum blossom poems. If you regret not traveling in the mountains, it will be a natural poem.
"Send Zhu to drink ice" Qiu Yuan: I want to * * * Tan Shi to solve my worries, and I just want to think about it. Plum blossoms flatten the old, and the willow doors are quiet. The number of postal routes is sparse, and the letters from home are thousands of miles long. The fourth monarch was afraid of leaning to the north, but the pole looked down at the mountain.
Huang Yanping, Wufengzhu: This gentleman holds the festival with frost and dew, and cuts it with the axe of repairing the moon with wide cold. It's just a question of pulling out wisdom and managing the city. It's appropriate to fall down in the middle of the rope. I dedicated myself to Simon Pei, and I inherited the ancient resurrection language. Later, I chased you very well, Mr. Ke Qing Zi Mo. Kindness, persimmon vine, and public hobbies are endless. Who is willing to innovate the system, the forest is slightly closer to ancient times.
Xuanxin writes his face but keeps his mouth shut, and he is tempered to increase his charm. Young slaves hold pen and inkstone forbearance, and clear windows show plum blossom fu. Title "Song Xiao Chibi": "I have my own plum blossom fu, why bother to find poetry? Cranes can be rude to guests, and mountains can avoid people's delusion. Spring is across the bank, and the peak is high and the moon is late. I don't need to carve my poem, for fear that my wife will know.