Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn entered Wu on a cold rainy night, and clearly saw the loneliness of Minchushan for no reason.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
On the frosty night of Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge", Jiang Feng caught fire and slept.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Wei's Xixi Chuzhou only pities the secluded grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Xue Tao's "Farewell to Friends" is a night frost in the water town, with cold moonlight and gray mountains.
Who says a thousand miles from today, just one dream?
Do you feel the wonderful artistic conception brought by these poems, and do you sink into the world in them?