1. "Wearing Wild Geese in Water Stay" by Li Yi of Tang Dynasty
Early in the morning, the wild geese suddenly appeared in pairs, startling the autumn wind and water window. The night is long and people rise up, the stars and moon fill the sky over the river.
2. "Sitting at Night" Tang Dynasty? Han Xie
The sky is like the sky, the river stars are like waves, and the dew is always dripping from the round lotus. The traces of my life are truly hidden.
This evening I have a deep and thoughtful mind. The character is tired of drinking and suffering from alcoholism, and eventually has to learn fishermen's songs.
I can leave without a name or a position, just like I would like to exchange my court clothes for a fishing coop.
3. "The quality and taste of Lianzhou longan is absolutely comparable to that of lychee" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Longan and lychee are from the same ancestor.
Duan is like sweet and orange, it is not easy to agree with each other.
On the west seaside, there are beautiful trees and Luo Xuanpu.
They are like peaches and plums, each one filled with cream.
I sit there wondering if the stars will fall into the sky, and I am afraid that the pearls will return to the earth.
The Illustrations and Scriptures have not yet mentioned that jade food is far too numerous to count.
It only makes the skin grow chapped, and the color reflects the beautiful scenery.
You are not humiliated by being in the wilderness, but you are spared the concubine's defilement.
4. "Night Sitting" Song Dynasty? Huang Chongzhi
The heat of the night is thin, and the sky is full of shining stars.
The hook curtain leans against the new moon, but the fan catches the slightest phoenix.
When will the thirst be cured? Where will the hawthorn be relieved?
The joy of committing suicide creates waves in the five lakes.
5. "Residence in the Peak in the Clouds, Happy to See Seedlings (A Poem of Ancestors)" by Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty
I am content to live in the peak, and retreat deep in the forest. After autumn, no guests arrived, but at night a monk returned.
The sound of the spring in the dark stream is small, and the shadows of the trees in the deserted village are quiet. There is no view out of the high window, and the sky is full of stars and moon.