1, Tang newspaper Zizhou ambassador Li:
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
2. Tang Li Bai's "Looking at Xuancheng Rhododendron":
Shu once heard of Zigui birds and Xuancheng saw azaleas. One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
3, tang li bai "Shu Dao Nan":
The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale!
4. Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip:
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the riverside town, which is low and humid.
The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
5. Don Lee and "The Old Lady Picks Jade Songs":
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step. I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent. The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears. The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years. The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring. The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
6, Tang Li Shangyin "Jinse":
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
7. Tang Shen Quanqi's Sleeping in Qipanling:
Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.
Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night. Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.
8, Tang Wen Ting Yun "Bi Qing Xiao Yisi":
Incense lamps accompany dreams, and Chu is in the end of the world. The moon falls and the rules rest, and apricot blossoms are all over the world.
9, Tang Cui tu "Spring Festival Evening":
Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring. Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors. Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?
10, Listening to Zheng:
The string urges the column to listen, and the sorrow and resentment of the Qin people are infinite. It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds. Who is sad at night? Where do you miss the moon in an empty building? More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, Jiangnan.
1 1, Huangling Temple was built by Tang;
On the edge of Puyun in the north of Xiaoguzhou, two women are crying and making up. The Wild Temple kept silent about Jiang Chun, and the ancient monument said nothing about Sandy. The wind returns to dusk, blowing incense, and the moon falls and cries deeply. There seems to be a hunting tour, and nine are suspected of being separated by Hunan and Sichuan.