a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou
An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The lonely sail shows the blue mountains in the distance, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Sleeping at the Mountain Temple
A dangerous building is 1 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.
don't speak loudly, for fear of shocking people.
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward back here.
the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite each other, and the lonely sails are coming from the sun.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
All the birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
There are tulips in Lanling and amber light in the jade bowl.
but it enables the host to get drunk, and I don't know where is the foreign land.
on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes
phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, have abandoned it now to this desolate river.
the paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds, the garments of Jin are ancient dust.
Three mountains and a half fall in the sky, like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river.
a cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, to hide his city from my melancholy heart.