Farewell to Li Pingshi again? Wang Changling
Don’t say that it is difficult to say goodbye on the Qiujiang River. The boat will be in Chang’an tomorrow.
Wu Ji’s slow dance leaves you drunk, the green maple is white and the dew is cold. Recalling Jin Jun's two brothers in early autumn? Zhang Jiuling
The autumn wind arrives in Jiangzhu, and I feel sad about leaving a foreign land.
The solitary cloud is so sad that it feels so far away.
Sorrows and joys are in the same land, and the flying song is suddenly in a different forest.
Looking northwest from the Qingshan Mountain, it is worthy of a white-headed chant. Xin'an sent Mu Yude back to the court, and was given the title of Liu Changqing.
The Jiuchong Xuanshi was summoned, and the stream was built thousands of miles away.
As soon as the emperor is here, it will be in vain if he returns late.
The body rose again, and the holy eyes were still clear.
Farewell on the cold river, the gurgling water is as if it is affectionate.
Words: Rain Lin Ling? Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are desolate, facing the pavilion at night.
The showers have just stopped, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging him to start.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.
Where can I wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind is waning and the moon is waning.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you?