Qiao Feng's wine tastes better than Fangguan's. Make up with a dividend skirt. The bright moon shines in a new atmosphere, and the monk's leisure does not reduce the old scenery. The terrain of a bridge is divided into water, and people on both sides of the strait compete for mulberry. It's just that there are too many bells in the tower and people laugh at each other.
Ruan Shouhong
The isolated tower is clear and horizontal, and the short bridge is useless. The knot hall is full of water and stones, which is for the sake of cleaning mother. Chrysanthemums can stay in decadent scenery, and Panasonic can count. Mystery can forget worry, bamboo wants to talk. The sky is bright, the spring breeze and the clouds are thin, thanks to the heat in autumn. The boards and shadows came through and the flowers were dancing. Nod, smile and snap your fingers. White boat tears will shed like rain.
Fan Chengda's "Twenty-four Rhymes of Nagato"
The firewood on the mountainside is moving, and the flag of wood is bright. Unexpectedly, the smoke in the kiln is straight and the tower shadow is horizontal. A few sails are full of residual light, and the river is flat at dusk. Wang Shafeng tree truss, pulling Liu Jipeng. The glaze cloud lingers on the rock, and the ridge water hole rings. The transition cow resumed speed and the dog barked through the fence. The fish is still cold, and the sound of geese smells better.
"Title Zheng County Pavilion"? Du Fu
On the banks of Tingxi River in Zheng County, every household is thriving. Clouds break the main road in Lian Yue, while the willows in Changchun Palace are dark. Wild birds at the nest bully swallows, while bees at the bottom of flowers take advantage of people far away. I want to write poems full of bamboo, but I'm afraid I'll be hurt alone at night.
Zhang Wei, a banquet (spring banquet) held in the pavilion in the south of the county.
Outside Tingchun City, Zhumen faces Qinglin. After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke. Lu Yingshan drinks tourists and borrows water birds from the pond. White clouds are always in sight, chatting to comfort people.
Zhang Xiaobao, the country name Zhu Xiucheng Nanting.
The Zhujiajian pavilion is hung, and the steps are engraved with the green sand floor. Hanging your eyes and telling lies, Huayuanwang is jealous. Sometimes the wind and the moon lose three tigers, and the piano books without walls return to the suburbs. If you want to know the essence and cleanliness of civil engineering, go back to Yan Qi's nest.