1 Long Song Line: Sunflowers in the green garden, the morning dew awaits the setting sun. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither. From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
2 Ambition: Donggao looks out at dusk, where can I rely on? The trees are all in their autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with the setting sun. The shepherds are driving back their calves, and the hunting horses are returning with their fowls. We care about each other but have no acquaintance, and sing long songs to cherish the beauty.
3 There are feelings on the cold river in the early morning: the trees are falling and the geese are crossing south, and the north wind is blowing cold on the river. My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun. The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the solitary sail can be seen in the sky. I want to ask questions, but the evening is long and peaceful.
4 Look at Dongting and give it to Prime Minister Zhang: The lake is level in August, but the culvert is too clear. The steam is rising over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to help without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen, it is easy to envy the fish.
5 Yellow Crane Tower: In the past, people took the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here. The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the fragrant grass is miserable in Parrot Island. Where is the hometown gate at sunset? The misty waves on the river make people sad.
6 Send a message to a friend: Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend. I waved my hand and went away, the horses roared.
7 Autumn Poems: Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.
8 Lushan Mountain Tour: Suitable and wild, with thousands of mountains high and low again. The beautiful peaks change everywhere, and the secluded paths are lonely and confusing. The frost falls, the bear rises on the tree, and the deer drinks from the stream in the empty forest. Where are they? There is a sound of chicken outside the clouds.
9 Huanxi Sand: The orchid buds at the foot of the mountain are short and soaked in the stream, and the sand road among the pines is clean and mudless. Xiao Xiao Mu Yu Zigui cries. Who said there is no less in life? The flowing water in front of the door can still reach the west. Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.
On November 4th, there was a heavy storm: I lay down in the isolated village, not feeling sorry for myself, but still thinking about guarding Luntai for the country. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.