The poem praising Xi'an, the ancient capital of thousands of years, is as follows:
1. Du Mu's "Autumn View of Chang'an"
The building leans against the frost tree, and there is no mirror in the sky.
The Nanshan Mountains and the autumn colors are both powerful.
2. Cen Shen's "Nine Days' March to Think of My Hometown in Chang'an"
I wanted to climb high, but no one brought me wine.
The chrysanthemums that take pity on my hometown should bloom near the battlefield.
3. Han Xie's "The Hostel in the End of Spring"
The hostel stayed in the hostel in the rain and clear weather, and suddenly I recalled Xianjing in my heart.
Tree-headed wasps hold the flowers and their whiskers fall, and fish in the pond blow catkins.
The Zen subdued the demon of poetry and returned to the pure realm, and the wine washed away the sorrow and surprise soldiers appeared.
The two beams are protected from dust, and the hairpin is wiped until the eyesight is clear.
4. Bai Juyi's "Chang'an Spring"
The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak, and the east wind blows to a golden color.
The wine in Jiedong is so thin that it is easy to wake up from drunkenness, and the eyes full of spring sorrow cannot be sold.
5. "Spring Outlook in Chang'an" by Lu Lun
The east wind blows the rain across the green mountains, but you can see thousands of trees with green grass.
When will the home arrive in the dream, and how many people will return to the Chunsheng River?
Outside the floating clouds in Kawahara, the palace palaces are scattered and illuminated.
Whoever wants to be a Confucian will encounter difficulties in the world, and will only be a guest in Qinguan.