I am used to sleeping in the clouds. I am like a bird. I don't know how steep Xiange is, but I feel that the jade rope is low. Li Shimin likes cigarettes, but poetry is ashamed to give a pen title. Spring is not over, dreams are over.
2. Tang Du Fu's "Jia Zhizhong's Scheeren Works and Daming Palace Jia Zhichu"
Five nights, the sound missed the arrow, nine times drunk in spring. The flag warms the dragon and snakes, and the palace wind is slightly higher than that of the birds. Cigarettes are full of sleeves, and poetry becomes pearls and jade. Want to know the beauty of human silk, there are phoenix feathers on the pool today.
3.？ Song Zhao Shi Xiu's Yizhao Temple in Xinzhou
Four or five lotus branches, lonely in the empty pool. I finally saw a straw man, watched a banquet and sat on a monument, all of which were empty. Cigarettes remember the sun, and poetry remembers the time. I don't know if I should ask Taichung Crane.
4. Constant "Gift to Mr. Pan Shiyi"
In the clear sound of jade bamboo shoots, five clouds wrap the sky. The highest end is the arched Tong Ming Hall, and the upper part is near Kefan Mountain. The festival is about to ride away, and there are no scenic spots in the temple. The sleeves are full of smoke, and poems should be left between the fans.
5. Song Wan initiated Shao Zhi's You Tian Ping Bai Shan Yun Quan.
Step on a few layers of shade in a loose path and wash the guest's heart with a spoonful of cold spring. The wind blows high, and the dangerous stone is deep. The temple is like smoke, and the inscriptions in Tang poetry are dizzy. Bird trails can be more secluded, but I hope I can't climb them without strength.