Li He was able to write poems at the age of seven. Han Yu and Huangfu Shi didn't believe it when they first heard about it. When they visited his home, they asked He to compose poems. He often wrote poems as if they were plain compositions. He said that he had passed by Gaoxuan, and they were shocked. , naturally famous. He is a thin man, with thick eyebrows, long fingers and claws, and can write quickly. Establish a title first and then write a poem, just like someone who is involved in the course. The words are still strange and treacherous, and all the gains are made by policemen. They must never go to the border of calligraphy and ink, and there is no one who can do it at that time. There are dozens of Yuefu pieces, all of which are composed of strings and pipes composed by Yun Shao and other craftsmen. He also died young, so few of his poems have been handed down from generation to generation. "Song of an Old Man Picking Jade"
To pick jade, the water must be green, and the jade can be carved with lustful steps.
I am hungry and cold, and the dragon is worried. The water in the blue stream is not pure.
In the rainy night, I eat wild rice on the hillside, and the cuckoo bleeds from the mouth and the old man sheds tears.
The water of the Blue Stream hates living people, and I hate the stream after a thousand years of death.
The wind and rain roared among the slanting fir trees and cypresses, and green curls hung from the rope hanging from the foot of the spring.
The white house in the cold village is dedicated to the baby, and the intestines are hanging on the stone slabs of the ancient terrace. "Wild Song"
Crow feathers, arrows, and mulberry bows shoot down from the mountain with reeds in their heads.
Wearing linen and black fat, we rush into the north wind, and we drink wine and sing in the fields in the evening.
A man’s heart is full of humiliation and poverty, and he is angry with God when he is withered and prosperous.
The cold wind turns into spring willows again, and the branches are covered with smoke. "The bitter days are short"
The flying light is flying, and I urge you to drink a glass of wine.
I don’t know how high the blue sky is and how thick the yellow earth is.
Only the cold moon and warm sun come to fry people’s lives.
If you eat bears, you will be fat; if you eat frogs, you will be thin.
Where is the Divine Lord? Is Taiyi safe?
There is a tree in the east of the sky, with a dragon holding a candle underneath.
I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its meat,
so that it will not be able to return in the morning or lie down at night.
Of course the old will never die, and the young will never cry.
Why serve gold and swallow white jade?
Who is Mr. Ren, riding a white donkey in the clouds?
Liu Chemao’s mausoleum has many bones, and Ying Zhengzi Coffin fee abalone. "Song of Yang Sheng's Blue and White Purple Stone Inkstone"
Duanzhou stoneworkers are as skillful as gods, sharpening their swords in the sky and cutting purple clouds.
The servant held water in his mouth and filled his lips with Chang Hong's cold blood.
The gauze is warm in the day, inked with spring flowers, and lightly soaked in foam, pine and musk.
Dry, greasy, thin and heavy, the feet are evenly balanced, and there is no sunset for several inches of autumn light.
The sound of round cents is quiet and new, and the hole and inkstone are wide and huge. "Luofu Mountain People and Ge Pian"
Yiyiyi weaves the river in the sky, and the June Orchid Typhoon in the rain.
When the old immortal Boluo came out of the cave, the thousand-year-old stone bed screamed ghosts.
The snake venom is so thick that the cave is damp, and the river fish refuses to eat and holds the sand in its mouth.
Wu E wanted to cut off a foot of sky in the middle of Hunan, but Wu E had no choice but to use Wu Dao Se. "Ballad from the Sky"
The Milky Way drifts back to the stars at night, and the flowing clouds in Yinpu imitate the sound of water.
The flowers of the osmanthus tree in the Jade Palace have not yet fallen, and the immortal concubine is collecting incense and hanging her tassels.
Concubine Qin rolls up the curtains and the sun rises through the north window. In front of the window are green tung trees and small phoenixes.
The prince plays the sheng and the goose pipe, and calls the dragon to plow tobacco and grow Yao grass.
Pink clouds and red ribbon lotus root silk skirt, walking on the green island picking up orchids and spring spring.
The east refers to Xihe who can move his horse, and the sea dust is reborn under the stone mountain. "Hao Ge"
The south wind blows the mountains into flat ground, and the emperor sends Wu from heaven to move the sea.
The Queen Mother's peach blossoms are red a thousand times, how many times did Pengzu Wu Xian die?
The green-haired horse is full of money, and the delicate spring willows contain fine smoke.
The Zheng people advised me to be Jin Quji. Who can I ask before my divine blood has condensed?
There is no need to drink in Ding Duhu. There is no hero in the world.
Buy silk and embroider to become Pingyuan Jun. If you have wine, just pour it on the soil of Zhaozhou.
The water leaked and the jade toad was swallowed, and Wei Niang’s hair was too thin to be combed.
Seeing the autumn eyebrows change to fresh green, it makes a twenty-year-old man feel excited. "Ancient Journey"
Bai Jing returns to the West Mountain, and the green flowers are far away.
Where will the present and past end? A thousand years will drift in the wind.
The sea sand turns into stone, and fish foam blows across the Qin Bridge.
The empty light wanders far away, and the copper pillar disappears from year to year. "Shenxian"
The witch poured wine into the sky, and the charcoal fire in the jade furnace was fragrant.
The ghost of Poseidon Mountain came to the seat, and the paper money rustled in the whirlwind.
Acacia wood is covered with golden luan, and the moths are chewed and flicked again and again.
Call on the stars and ghosts on cups and plates, and when the mountain ghosts are eating, the people are in the cold.
The sun shines low and flat in the south, and the beauty is ever present.
The god was so angry that he rejoiced in his master's appearance and sent thousands of horses back to the mountains. "Shenxianqu"
The sun sets on the west mountain and the east mountain dims, and the whirlwind blows and the horses ride on the clouds.
The sound of the painted strings and plain pipes is shallow and complex, and the flower skirts and stilettos are walking in the autumn dust.
The osmanthus leaf brushes the wind and the osmanthus falls, the green raccoon cries blood and the cold fox dies.
The ancient wall is decorated with colorful Qiu and gold posts, and the rainman rides into the autumn pool.
The century-old owl has become a wooden charm, and its laughter rises from the green fire nest. "Autumn Comes"
The wind in the tung trees is frightening and the brave men are suffering, the lamps are fading and the wefts are weeping in the cold weather.
Who reads a book written by a green slip and does not send away flowers, insects, and beetles?
My thoughts should be straight tonight, and the cold rain and fragrant soul hang on the book visitor.
The ghosts in autumn graves sing Bao family poems, hating the blood for thousands of years and making the soil green. "Song of General Lu"
General Lu, riding a red rabbit.
Going out of Qinmen boldly alone, the mausoleum trees cry beside the piles of golden millet.
The adverse air in the north pollutes the blue sky, and the sword dragon calls the general idle at night.
The general rolls up his sleeves and strokes his sword. There are gates and pavilions in the jade palace and Zhucheng.
The silver tortoise shakes the white horse, and the pink lady Fu is under the fire flag.
The Hengshan cavalry invites the golden gun, and the fragrance of flowers and arrows can be smelled in the distance.
The cold leaves in the western suburbs are like thorns, and the emperor’s newly planted trees nourish the gods.
The servants are rowing on the high rafters and walking on their hooves. They eat green cud and drink plain water.
Yuancang is in a depressed state, and everything in Kyushu is like this.
Chishan is handsome and handsome, and the green-eyed general knows God's will. "Dream Sky"
The old rabbit and the cold toad are weeping in the sky, and the walls of the cloud tower are half open and slanting white.
The moon is rolling with dew and the light is wet, and the Luan Pei meets the fragrant osmanthus street.
Under the three mountains of yellow dust and clear water, the changes of thousands of years are like running horses.
Looking at Qizhou's nine-point cigarette in the distance, a glass of sea water is pouring out. "The Golden Bronze Immortal's Preface to Chinese Songs"
In August of the ninth year of Qinglong, Emperor Ming of Wei Dynasty,
He ordered the palace officials to lead a chariot to the west to fetch the Han Xiaowu holding the dew-pan immortal,
When he wanted to build a front hall, the palace officials removed the plates.
When the immortal arrived, he burst into tears.
Li Changji, the king of the Tang Dynasty, composed a golden and bronze poem about the immortal's farewell to the Han Dynasty.
Maoling Liu Lang is a guest in autumn. He hears horses neighing at night and leaves no trace at dawn.
The osmanthus tree hangs the autumn fragrance on the painting railing, and the earth flowers in the thirty-sixth palace are green.
The official of Wei led his chariot and pointed thousands of miles away, while the sour wind of Dongguan hit his eyes.
The Han moon comes out of the palace gate in the sky, and my tears are like lead water when I recall you.
Shenglan sees off guests on Xianyang Road. If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old.
Carrying a plate alone out of the desolate moon, Weicheng is far away and the sound of waves is small. "The King of Qin Drinks"
The King of Qin rode a tiger and traveled around the eight extremes, his sword shining in the sky turned blue.
The sound of Xihe knocking on the glass made the ashes fly all over the ancient and modern times.
The leader drinks wine and invites wine stars, and the golden trough plays the pipa at night.
Dongting rain comes to play the sheng, and the drunken moon makes the moon go backwards.
Yinyunzhizhuyao Palace is bright, and the palace gate leader reports an update.
The jade phoenix in the flower house has a charming and ferocious sound, the sea silk red text has a light and clear fragrance,
The yellow goose has danced for thousands of years.
The wax smoke of the immortal candle tree is light, and the Qingqin is drunk and the tears are flowing. "The Preface to the Songs of Huanzi Kuaiji"
When Yu Jianwu was in Liang Dynasty, he tried to compose palace ballads to respond to the prince.
When the country was in decline, Jianwu first hid in Kuaiji,
before returning home.
My servant thought that he must have left some writings, but now I can’t find any.
I pretended to compose a song from Kuaiji to make up for his sorrow.
The walls of wild pink peppers are yellow, and the wet fireflies fill the beam hall.
Taicheng should teach people, and autumn quilts dream of bronze chariots.
Wu Shuang nodded and returned to his temples, and his body was in the pond.
Pulse of the goldfish, restrain the ministers and guard the lowly. "Twenty-three Horse Poems? Part 5"
The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.
How can I be a golden person and walk quickly through the autumn. "The Journey of the Grand Administrator of Yanmen"
Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the armor's light shines towards the golden scales of the sun.
The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple when stuffed with swallow fat.
The half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.
Report your favor on the golden platform, and guide the Jade Dragon to die for you. "To the Wine Shop"
A glass of wine in a lonely place, the host will serve the guest and live a long life.
The master’s father was trapped in his journey to the West and could not return, so his family broke the willows in front of their door.
I heard that Ma Zhou was a new guest in the past, and no one knew him in the world.
Kong Jiang wrote two lines of writing on the paper, directly offending Long Yan and asking for his favor.
I am incapable of ecstasy. When the rooster sings, the whole world becomes white.
Young people should take care of their worries. Who can think of the coldness and sit there and sigh. "Li Ping Konghou Yin"
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboo girl, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
Kunshan’s broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.
In front of the twelve gates, cold light melts, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa was refining stones to mend the sky, the stones shattered the sky and made Qiu Yu startle.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet. "Gaoxuan Pass"
The embroidered bridle is as green as green onions, and the golden ring presses the bridle to sway exquisitely.
The sound of the horse's hooves is rumbling, and the horse's energy is like a rainbow when entering.
Yun is a talented scholar from Tokyo and a great writer.
The twenty-eight constellations have a broad mind, and the essence is strong and persevering.
The poems written in front of the hall are in vain, and the writing is in vain.
Pangmei's book guest feels the beauty of autumn, but who knows that dead grass will give birth to splendor.
Now I am hanging my wings and clinging to the underworld, but in the future I will not be ashamed of a snake and become a dragon.