Luoyang spring came a little late, full of spring.
Poplar leaves will be black and peach blossoms will not be thin.
Peeping under the eaves, competing in the crowd and flying in the forest.
Only when there is a traffic jam will clothes get dirty.
-"Late Spring Poetry"
Bamboo is trimmed in the shadow of summer pond, and long maple sits on the high shore.
The setting sun is quiet and the clouds are far away.
The heron forest is white, and the lotus is boiling red.
Idle and carefree, disappointment is endless.
-"Summer Riverside Poems"
So, I started to go last autumn and came back this autumn.
The exposed mountain is cold and the wind is urgent.
Birds strike the first tree, but fish block thunder.
When the fog clears and the sun shines, the residual clouds are still thundering.
-"Poems of Sad Autumn"
I didn't realize that I was old and returned to Chang' an.
The moon shadow is frozen and the night wind is cold.
The rivers and seas are rough and it is difficult to cross the mountains.
If you send flying wings for no reason, you will drag them.
-"Winter Night Poetry"