Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Under my pavilion, I will follow Xie Gong's work. Hundreds of years apart, the wind period is like yesterday.
In autumn, the sky is crisp, the mountains are high and the mountains are far away. Overlooking the heron, you can drink water, peck and sing.
Although the master is pedaling, there are cranes in the snow in Yaotai. Look at the clouds independently, and your heart is vast.
Laugh at me when you come and have a sunflower and vanilla meal. The road on earth is like the autumn wind, and it is bleak to meet.
There is a sword on the waist, which means nothing. A strong man should not take it lightly, and stay in Yun Ge.
Climb the mountain view of the ancient city
Year: Song Author: Ye Xiufa
Fly out of the sky and disperse the smell of the dock.
The sound of water is high and moist, and the mountains are one after another.
Dew sweeps away the autumn rafters, and smallpox leaves fall.
If Xiao Chuang can't sing, then kill the disease and stop writing.