The bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk, and things change for several years.
Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
The white sun sets behind the mountain.
In April, all the flowers disappeared.
From the temple, in the depths of the bamboo, came the low sound of the evening bell.
Fishing in a lonely boat
Shameng
The red leaves fluttered in the dusk and passed the pavilion where I drank.
Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
This is the fate of the poor. They say I am wrong.
The leaden sunset clouds occupy the vast southern sky.
The fish lamp is hidden in the shadow.
Luo Shang, full moon in the West Building.
The fog is thick and the clouds are sad all day, and it is cold in the middle of the night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.