What are the poems written by Liu Yuxi?

Liu Yuxi (772~842), a poet and philosopher in the middle Tang Dynasty, was born in Pengcheng (now Xuzhou, Jiangsu). Advocating innovation in politics is one of the central figures of Wang Shuwen School's political innovation activities. Later, he was demoted to Langzhou Sima and Lianzhou Secretariat, and served as a guest of the Prince in his later years. Some of his poems reflect the author's progressive thoughts, and his poems such as Zhuzhici, written by studying folk songs, are fresh, lively, healthy and cheerful, and have a unique mood. The language is simple and vivid, with lingering feelings. His representative works include Wuyi Lane, Autumn Poems, Bamboo Branches (VI), Langtaosha (I), Langtaosha (VIII), Yang Liuzhi (I), thoughts of old time at west fort mountain, and Reward for Letian at the First Meeting in Yangzhou, among which Bamboo. His poems include "Liu Bin Ji". Where the autumn wind leads, the autumn wind comes, and the rustling sends the geese. When the morning comes into the court tree, the lone guest smells it first. On the embankment, the wine flag faces the head of the embankment, and even under the embankment, it goes upstairs. At dusk, pedestrians rush to cross the river, and the sound of paddles fills the middle stream. Autumn ci has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is better than spring. Wan liqing empty, a crane lingyun fly, caused my muse to the blue sky. Visit Xuandu again, and see that half of the 1-acre courtyard is covered with moss, and the peach blossoms are all blooming. Where the Taoists returned, Liu Lang came again today. Looking at the Dongting Lake, the light and the moon are in harmony, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from afar, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Jiangnanchun's new makeup should be placed under Zhu Lou, which deeply locks the sorrow of a hospital in spring. Going to the court to look up the new flowers, the dragonfly flew to the head of the jade hairpin. Spring grass grows in the head of the bamboo branch Baidicheng, and the white salt mountain goes down to Qing Jiang. Southerners come up to sing a song, while northerners don't move on to nostalgia. There are twelve beaches in the bamboo branch pond, and the road is difficult since ancient times. It is better to hate people's hearts than water, and to make waves casually. There are layers of peaches and plums on the bamboo hill, and fireworks in the clouds are others. Silver hairpin and gold hairpin come to bear the water, and long knives and short hats go to burn her. Bamboo branches, peach blossoms and red flowers are all over the head, and the spring water in the Shu River beats the mountain stream. A girl saw, thinking that her husband's love was like this peach blossom ephemeral, and infinite sorrow was like this endless river of water. When the Wuxia Gorge in Zhuzhi is grey and rainy, the Qing apes crow in the highest branch. It is not this sound of sadness that makes people feel sad. Bamboo branches and willows are green in Jiang Shuiping, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The rain in the east of the east sunrise, said it was no clear, but still sunny. Bamboo branches, rivers, mountains and rivers are rainy, and Ba people can sing their own songs. At present the north Bamboo slips from Guo Dian to go to, return to return to greet shulianghe that putting-on. On the Zhuzhi River, there is a new rain and sunshine in the spring, and the spring water in the west is born. There are willows in the east and west of the bridge, and people come and sing. Flowers bloom like snow on both sides of bamboo branches, and every spring wine is full of silver cups. Many female companions in Zhaojun Square came for an outing outside Yong 'an Palace. There are piles outside the west gate of Zhuzhi City, which can't be destroyed by waves every year. Angry people are not as good as stones, and when they are young, they go east and return to the west. When the bamboo shoots rise in the sun, the fog disappears in spring, and Jiangtou shu ke is stationed in Lanradial. I live in Wan Li Bridge, Chengdu, by sending a piece of paper to a madman. On the occasion of the sea of clouds, the flower is two thousand years old. The sea breeze blows off the most numerous branches, kneeling and holding Qiong Pan to offer God. Step-by-step empty words show that a crane returns in a thousand years, and setting Dan as the top snow is the clothes. After listening to the fairy tales of the stars, people fly to the five clouds. Throw the ball, embroider the reunion with five colors, and board the tortoise shell feast. The best place is under the red candle, which is called before the flower falls. If the passengers get off first, they should be given a boat. Throw the ball early in the spring and see the flowers, but hate it late in the morning. And look at the flowers behind, but remember when they have not opened. Fortunately, there is a ball-throwing music, and you can't say goodbye to a cup. The yangliuyu and the bamboo branches are full of love. As soon as Tong Lang looks back, listen to the sound of singing. The songs of Jingna are full of interest, with different tones and different words. May Lang live long and be the master. The waves and the sand in Wan Li, the Yellow River, swept from the horizon. Since you come from the sky, now seems to fly directly to the milky way galaxy, please take me to the sky, gathered into the galaxy, together to the cowboy and weaver's home. The waves roared in August, and the head was several feet high and touched the mountain back. In a moment, he went to Haimen and rolled up the sand like a snowdrift. The waves and the flowing water are not suspended, and the waves are born after the waves are not extinguished. It makes people suddenly recall Xiaoxiangzhu and sing three or two times to welcome God. On the bank of Luoshui Bridge in Langtaosha, the spring sun is oblique, and the blue stream is light and shallow. Unprovoked strangers are caught in a violent wind, which makes Yuanyang splash. When the waves wash, Mo Tao's slanderers are as deep as the waves, and Mo Yan's guests are as heavy as the sand. Although it is hard, it is hard to blow out the cold sand before it reaches gold. Langtaosha Bianshui flows eastward with tiger's eye patterns, and the duck's head is clear in Huai and Xiao. Look at the sand scouring place at the ferry, but how many people have crossed the world. The waves wash sand along the banks of Jinjiang River, and the spring breeze blows the waves and washes the sand. The girl cut the mandarin duck brocade, which will set the sunset glow in the middle stream. Langtaosha Rizhao Chengzhou River is foggy, and gold diggers are all over the river. Beauty jewelry Hou Wangyin is full of waves in the sand. The head of Nautilus Island in Langtaosha is full of waves and sand, and the brothel will be inclined in spring. Swallows with mud fight for their homes, and crazy people don't remember their homes alone. Yang Liuzhi Saibei plum blossom strong flute blowing, Huainan Guishu hill ci. Please don't play the former song, listen to the new Yang Liuzhi. Yang Liuzhi's imperial stranger, the Green Gate, fluttered and hung, with thousands of strands of gold and silk. Now, as a knot of empathy, I will give it to pedestrians. Yang Liuzhi is light and beautiful, and the dance pavilions and makeup buildings are covered everywhere. You can't stay at the end of spring, so it's good to fall in with the wind. When Yang Liuzhi south devoted itself to the spring grass in Dongcheng, we were reluctant to meet. Both peaches and reds and Li Bai boast good things, and they must be played by others. Outside Yang Liuzhi, wine flags are blown in the spring breeze, and pedestrians wave when the sun is shining. Chang' an is a stranger to infinite trees, and only the weeping willows can leave. Yang Liuzhi Yangtze River is fascinated by smoke, and trees in Sui Palace brush the golden embankment. The cragginess still has the color of the time, and the water birds live in the waves. Yang Liuzhi welcomes the spring to come first, and the light yellow and light green reflect the balcony. Only because of her emotional feelings, she was destroyed by the long spring breeze. There are many willows in Wushan, Wuxia, Yang Liuzhi, and it is far from the rain. Because I want to have unlimited things on the balcony, I sing bamboo songs for you. Yang Liuzhi Phoenix Que lightly covers the emerald, and the dragon mound looks at the silk dust. Jade ditch and spring water reflect each other, killing children in Chang' an. When Yang Liuzhi Calyx Building planted the seeds, the beauties fought waist upstairs. Now throw it in the long street, and the leaves are like crying to hate who. Yang Liuzhi Yangdi Palace is near the waterfront, and several residual willows can't survive in spring. Late arrival is like snow, flying into the palace wall and not seeing anyone. In Yang Liuzhi Jingu Garden, warblers are flying around, and the bronze camel is very windy. In the east of the city, the peaches and plums are exhausted for a moment, and the struggle is like weeping willows indefinitely. Stepping on the lyrics, the spring river and the moon are flat on the levee, and the girls on the levee are in a row. After singing all the new words, I can't see them, and the trees are singing in the red window. It's easy to walk through the lyrics, and make up the next song under the moon. Because it is the imperial palace of Xiang Wang, there are still many slim waists. Step on the lyrics and new words to be handed down from generation to generation, shaking the sleeves and revealing the wind. When the moon falls, the clouds and rain disperse, and the wandering children pick up flowers on the stranger. Step on the lyrics and smell the bamboo branches in the south of the Yangtze River at dusk, and the southerners are happy and the northerners are sad. Since singing new songs in the snow, until the end of March. Recalling the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, I thank the people of Los Angeles. Weak willows are suspicious of the wind, and the jungle is like a towel, and sitting alone also contains a frown. Recalling that Jiangnan spring has gone, * * * cherishes the sunny year. There are still peach blossoms on the flowing water, and bamboo leaves are drunk before, but they are waiting to see the sky. Xiaoxiang Shenxiang Water Flow, Xiangxiang Water Flow, Nine Doubts and Clouds Up to the Autumn. If you ask the second princess where she lives, Lingling grass will show sorrow. Xiaoxiang god spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, and tears sent acacia. Chu's wandering son, if want to listen to the Yao's hidden bitterness, in this bamboo water on the Xiangjiang river in front of the moonlight at the time of the night. Yizhou, the royal ghost has pined in the city of Nanjing, thoughts of old time at west fort mountain in the Western Jin Dynasty. The long - qianzhang chain sank into the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered on the stone wall. There are many sad things in the world, while still this mountain dignity has commanded the cold river. From now on the world belongs together, and the rushes are whistling in the old base. Reward Lotte Yangzhou for seeing the bleak land of Bashan and Shushui at the first meeting, and abandon it in 23 years. Come back is human, I like the people of lanke, can only play the flute, empty self - Melancholy. On the side of the boat, Qian fan contest; At the head of the diseased tree, ten thousand mufengchun. Today, I heard you sing a song, depending on the spirit of a glass of wine for the time being.