1. Wangdongting-Author: Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon are in harmony, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at the Dongting Lake from afar, there is a green snail in a silver plate.
When the wind and waves are calm, the moonlight and water color blend together, and the lake is like a bronze mirror that does not need to be polished, smooth and bright. Looking at Dongting from afar, the Dongting Mountain with green mountains and lush trees stands in the Dongting Lake with white light, just like a green snail in a silver plate.
2. Stone Town-Author: Liu Yuxi
The old country is surrounded by mountains, and the tide hits the empty city and it is lonely.
In the old days, in the east of Huaishui, I came to the female wall at night.
The mountains are still around the abandoned old capital, and the tide is beating against the lonely empty city as before. On the east side of Huaishui, an ancient and cold full moon peeps at this former palace at midnight.
3, autumn wind-Author: Liu Yuxi
Where is autumn wind coming? Xiao Xiao sent the geese.
when the morning comes into the court tree, the lone guest hears it first.
The autumn wind blows from nowhere. Flocks of wild geese arrived in a rustling way. Early in the morning, the autumn wind came to the trees in the courtyard, and lonely travelers first heard the sound of the autumn wind.
4. Wuyi Lane-Author: Liu Yuxi
There are weeds and flowers near Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Translation: Some weeds are blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and only the sunset hangs at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
5, the first smell of autumn wind-Author: Liu Yuxi
Yesterday, I saw Huang Ju say goodbye to Jun, but now I hear Xuan Chan. Five more wind sou on the pillow, a year of the change of the mirror.
Ma Sibian's grass and fists are moving, and his eyes are wide open. Qiu Gao qi Shuang is just right, I am holding a high platform for you.
I said goodbye to you when I saw chrysanthemums last year, and I came back when I heard cicadas calling me this year. The wind of the fifth watch is blowing on the pillow, and the facial changes of the year are reflected in the mirror. The war horse misses the grass and the fist hair shakes, and the big eagle looks at Qingyun and sleeps. Autumn is crisp, just as far as the eye can see. I am holding the disease on the high platform for you.