Bo Wang
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Biedongda
Gaoshi
A thousand miles away in Huang Yun,
The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another.
Mochow has no bosom friend in the future,
Everyone in the world doesn't know you.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
Li shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.