Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell. I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .
Early spring in the east of the city
Don Juyuan Yang
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven. If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
[Tang] Outside the Wang Wan Passenger Road/Castle Peak, before boating/Green Water. The tide is flat/the shore is wide, the wind is positive/the sails are hanging. Sea, Sun, Life and Night, Jiang Chun/Entry/Last year. Hometown book/where to get it? Guiyan/Luoyang side.
Quchi River
Don Lu Zhao Lin
The faint fragrance is long around the curved pool, and the real mosaic covers the beautiful pool. I often worry that the bleak autumn wind comes too early, leaving you no time to make up the lotus.
Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river
[Tang] Du Fu
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.