On a moonlit night with flowers on the Spring River (Wen Tingyun), the jade tree sings and the sea turns dark with clouds, and the flower garden suddenly becomes the Qingwu Kingdom. The Qinhuai River is ruthless, and the spring scenery is flowing to Jinling.
Xu Bu (Du Fu) walked through the green grass, and the sun was about to fade in the deserted courtyard. The celery mud is accompanied by swallows, and the bee whiskers are on the stamens. Wet the clothes with wine, recite poems and believe in the staff. He who dares to comment is just as stupid as being drunk.
Send Zhao Lu's soldiers back to the ambassador's office (Han Hong). The body is close to the two joints, and the names are all in harmony. On the public field of Yuanshui, west of the house in Chunshan County. We have no reason to join hands, looking eastward turns miserable.
Zi Quanqi (Huangfu Ran) It’s late when the dew is wet and green, and the yellow leaves of the water flow are endless. The Double Ninth Festival is approaching, do you want to return home? The chrysanthemums on the fence are carrying the autumn wind in front of you.
Send to Xia Houcheng (Lulun) of Ning State. On the green grass of Chu State, the autumn clouds are like white waves. The Five Lakes are long but there are few roads, and the Nine Sects are many chaotic mountains. Xie Shoutong held a poetry banquet, and Tao Gongxu was drunk. I am disappointed that I have been away from home, and my years have been wasted.
Send Cao Santong Yi to visit the mountain temple (Sikong Shu). The mountains are all green and weeds are gone, and the ancient temple is deep in the cool autumn. When will I have a plan? I will listen to the piano this night. Qiong Shuiyun is in the same cave, passing through the forest of monks and tigers. You are as diligent as you are thinking of me, and I am still caring about you.
Miscellaneous words (Sikong Shu) Fuyu's west view moves, and the wind and rain sprinkle light rain. Swallows are blowing on the green ground, cicadas are chirping on red leaf branches.
On the autumn day, the book is pregnant (Wu Yuanheng). The golden mink and jade are in honor of the king, and the morning bell is leaking at night. There is no shame in participating in the decision-making, and there is no words in watching the crowd move. The beauty of ambition rests in the cup, and the autumn leaves turn in the forest. The tired bird does not know the day it will return, and the green grass and white dew fill the suburban garden.
In the autumn mood of Dongpo, I send Yuanba (Bai Juyi) alone by the wild slope, walking alone and thinking too much. On the diseased leaves of autumn lotus, white dew is as big as beads. Suddenly I remembered the same place I admired, at the northeast corner of Qujiang River. There are few tourists in Qiuchi, but I am with you. The crow of crickets hides the red polygonum, and the thin horse treads the green weeds. It was late autumn and early autumn both at that time and today. Things are bitter and similar, and time and scenery are endless. Only the people were scattered, and no books were available for many years.
Qujiang River in early autumn (Bai Juyi) autumn waves are red with polygonum water, and the sunset shines on the green banks. I believe in horseshoes walking on all sides of Qujiang Pond. It will be cool and sunny in the early morning, and then the remaining heat will fade away. Fang Xiyan is sold out, and the season changes again. I am thirty-six years old, and I am fainting in Fudan. Life expectancy is seventy years old, and more than half of seventy years old. And you should smile at the wine and don't sigh at the wind.
In the early autumn, the summer clouds dispersed and a cool breeze rose. Autumn has come again on the pond, and the lotus flowers are half-grown. Beauty is easy to fade away, and the day is endless. Life is not as long as a mountain, and time is fleeting. Green weeds and red polygonum are similar every autumn. It was a sad autumn last year, and it is here again this autumn.
Step up Dongpo (Bai Juyi) and step up Dongpo. What does Dongpo love? He loves this new tree. Planted at the beginning of the year, it flourishes until the end of spring. Faith and faith will be broken down one after another, and there will be countless failures without action. The green shade turns slantingly, and the fragrance is gentle and graceful. The new-leaf birds descend and the wilting butterflies fly away. Carrying a mottled bamboo stick leisurely, slowly dragging a jute bag. Desires come and go frequently, and the green grass turns into a white road.
Xilou (Bai Juyi) is beside the river in Xiaojun, in front of the dangerous building in the sunset. Green and humid wetland, white dew in the sky. At this time, the country is blocking the country, so where can family letters be sent? Still hearing about Chen Caishu, it has been three years since he moved to war.
Send Mr. Wang off to Danyang (Xu Hun). The heart of Qinlou is cut off from the Chu River and the Mekong River, and the horse is tied to the spring breeze and wine. The moon shines brightly in Bianshui and sets quickly in the east, and the flowers in Liantang bloom late and arrive in the north. There is no place for poverty in the green grass, and the yellow leaves should be used to compose poems. In return for sending letters home, there are still old friends in my hometown.
Seeing off a friend in Yangzhou (Li Pin) After leaving Chang'an, he heard about the early morning expedition. The sound of the river was rushing into the gorge, and the terrain was low when leaving the pass. The green trees lay down, and the green grass was vast in the west. Did the road leader know? Evil, there are poems everywhere.
The green grass on the bank of Nantan (Li Changfu) is covered with ancient moss, and the pavilion facing the mountain is open to the trees. On the way to the Long Temple, the fishing boat heard a sound. It is said that Guo Yunduo visited here.
His beauty is in the suburbs, so he is rewarded with this rhyme. Yi Shen Rong Xie (Lu Guimeng) went wild into Qingwu Alley, and the wind invaded the white bamboo gate. The chestnut thorns were blown up in the sand, and the vine roots were exposed in the sand. Although the hungry crows stood in the stone basin, who was the grandson of King Wu? < /p>
Geng Luozi (Ouyang Jiong)
I stand alone in the jade lantern, the golden well, and the shadow of the green parasol tree. I have been standing there for a long time, and my clothes are wet with dew. I have been looking at it with emotion. It's not like it. Although I'm tired of it, I still think about it. The autumn night in the Thirty-sixth Palace is always bright, the copper pot is dripping, the moon is shining on the gold carpet, and the Boshan stove is full of incense. The wind touches the tassels. As soon as the sheep cart is gone, the grass is green and the flowers are lonely.
Die Lianhua (Feng Yansi) Who knows that leisurely love has been abandoned for a long time, and every spring is still melancholy. I used to be sick and drunk, and I didn't stop looking at the beautiful face in the mirror. Willows on the green bank of the river, I asked about new worries, what happened every year.