Author: Han Wo
I can't bear to see you in March, and the spring scenery of Wuling is ruined.
Frustration at the end of the road is melancholy, and drunkenness is old and gloomy.
China's wine slept beautifully in the sun, and flowers rushed to feel typhoid fever.
Tang Ye flies to the warmth of Pugen, and the lonely Nanxi leans against the fishing rod.
Darren Wang's Works in Hangzhou
Author: Du Fu
The old sick man of Nanxi, meet you.
Recently, I saw a black hat urging me to cook white fish.
There is water on the flat shore inside the house, and there are books on the bed outside.
Thinking of my uncle is full of sadness.
Serve Nanxi Night and Han.
Author: Zhang Ji
I like to be an idle person. When I leave town, Nanxi will follow you in February.
Suddenly I heard that my new life was going home, and the language on the ship became clear overnight.
Cengongyan
Author: Ma Ran
Nanxi has Xianxi, which is not human.
The breeze blows, the sun sets and the sky is empty.