Lonely Chu
I came into this world with the median value,
Free of charge every day.
Burning incense silently in the immortal view,
Jingshan knows the teacher and respects the jade.
2. "The concept of propriety in the middle Yuan Dynasty"
Lugong
Four orders, three yuan in the air.
Clouds greet the blue sky, and chapters play the Jade Palace.
The altar drips Sophora flower dew, and Bai Fengxiang.
Feather clothes are ethereal, Yao hub is empty.
For a long time, I longed for a meal of Xiake, and I often mourned the gathering of Polygonum hydropiper.
How to award green capsules and then visit Hong's family.
3. A Record of the Official Laws of the Central Plains
Yin fanyao
Everyone has secrets, Mr. Bailey.
The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear.
The stars are in the emperor's place, and the cranes wander.
Yudong has long hair and Zhugong is the brightest.
Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow.
After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name.
4. Zhongyuan Zuo
Li shangyin
The crimson festival floated to the palace, and the Central Plains made a pilgrimage.
The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror.
It saves you the trouble of sleeping and listening to the rain and not knowing how to get lost and bloom.
There are still cities far from Yingzhou. How can Jade Bird play games?
5. Mid-Autumn Night
Mars
On a mid-autumn night in Jiangnan Water Temple, the moon moth is watched by the golden millet fence.
The red candle shadow is almost immortal, and the emerald ring moves to see many people.
The temples with colorful incense are condensed with blue musk deer, and the fog surrounds the front of Tsing Yi and Za Zaixu.
Martial arts are far away in the night sky, and I don't know the way home.
6. "Mid-Autumn Festival night, send a couple all the way"
Lu guimeng
The dew in the orange village has dispersed, and Mr. Dong Guo is still ill.
Lonely pillows are easy to break dreams, but short eaves are difficult to spread books.
The broad clouds should be close to the sun, but I am still sparse in the reflection.
Those who only admire feathers are like water, flat and empty.