Tibiluotang
The new building is a joy to behold. Let’s chat with you about this peaceful time.
I live on a balcony in a county, and people are in the mist and rain in mid-air.
Restore everything to the present universe, and still remember the old country with sadness.
Recently, it has been reported that the autumn wind is strong, and I feel worried that my mane will become stained.
Sitting at night
Talking about the misty maple leaves on the road, when the drizzle covers the flowers.
Su Yan's paintings on the river, Han Xie's poems on the four walls.
When a young man becomes a boss, my path is full of twists and turns.
Finally, the heart of the sword is there, and I feel like sitting on a chicken.
Nan'an Army
Meihua North and South Road, wind and rain wet the clothes.
Who did you go out with? Returning home is like never returning home!
Mountains and rivers have been there through the ages, but cities have changed for a while.
My true ambition is to starve to death, and I pick weeds in my dream.
Jiankang
The ancient meeting house of Jinling, the old capital of Nandu.
The mountains are still rugged and the river flow has changed.
Athletes live in the quiet earth, while new ghosts cry in Taicheng.
A piece of clear moon is full of affection for guests.
Two poems by Jinlingyi (Choose one)
The grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, where can the solitary cloud drift?
The scenery of the mountains and rivers remains the same, but the people in the city have changed.
The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who are the swallows flying next to in my old home?
I bid farewell to Jiangnan Road from now on, turning into a cuckoo and returning with blood.
Zhenzhouyi
The mountains and rivers seem to know me, so there is no one there anymore.
Looking down at the traces of war, there are dusty carriages and horses.
The hero’s death is late, and the world is filled with sorrow.
To the north of Yanshan Road, the desolate night looks toward the morning.
New Year's Eve
The world is empty, and the years are passing by.
The end of the road is full of storms and rain, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.
As time goes by, life is about to end, and the body and the world are forgotten.
There is no need to kill Su Meng again, and the night is still young.
He Zhongzhai Yun (Guo Ji Zuo)
The achievements have been scattered across the vast plains, but now, who can we rely on?
The imperial concubine sheds tears when she bows her eyebrows in the north, and flies south to look at the soul of the emperor as she cries blood.
My flesh and bones have withered but I am still there, all descriptions have changed and only my voice remains.
The river flows through the ages, and the heroes hate it; the orchid sails the boat and the willow sails the fan.
The moon over the river·Farewell to friends in the post
The water and sky are vast,
I hate the east wind and don’t borrow the world’s best things.
In the lingering light of Sichuan birds and Wu flowers,
It is unbearable to see the ruined city with decaying walls.
The bronze bird is clear in spring,
The golden man sheds tears in autumn,
Who can forgive this hatred?
The sword spirit is majestic,
In bullfighting, you can recognize the outstanding hero.
That letter will remain in the river and sea for the rest of his life,
traveling thousands of miles south,
it is a small boat sailing together.
I am leaving my drunken eyes for the gull alliance,
Look carefully at the rising and falling of the waves.
The pillar swallows the victory,
Returns to the flag and walks away,
Through the ages, it will be crowned.
I can’t sleep with others,
Qinhuai should be a lonely moon.
The River is Red
In the Swallow Tower, how many autumn colors have we experienced again?
In the place of lovesickness, youth is like a dream, riding on the fairy palace.
The skin jade fades away and the clothes belt is slow, and the teardrops slant through the side of the flower mother-of-pearl.
The most unprovoked banana shadow is on the window screen, and the green light is off.
The Quchi merges and the high platform disappears.
How can we talk about human affairs?
Looking up to Nanyang, your lapel is full of blood.
The state of the world is like a turbulent rain, and my body is like a bright moon.
Xiaolechang had a good romance, but the flowers were missing.