"Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
Huang Si's natal family is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches.
Lingering butterflies dance all the time,
The oriole cries at ease.
"Early Departure from Baidi City"
The White Emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds,
Thousands of miles of Jiangling are returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying.
The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
"Wanglu Mountain Waterfall"
The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine,
Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance.
The flying current flows down three thousand feet,
The Milky Way falls in the sky.
"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west,
Fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky,
Only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
Bai Juyi
"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion,
The water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places,
Whose new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The random flowers are becoming more and more charming,
Only in Asakusa can there be no horseshoes.
My favorite lake is not enough eastward,
The white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
"Ode to the Dusk River"
A setting sun spreads over the water,
Half the river is rustling and half the river is red.
Poor third night of September,
The dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.
Zhang Ji
"Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
The moon is setting and the sky is full of crows and frost,
Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
Liu Yuxi
"Bamboo Branch Ci"
The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level,
I hear the singing on Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west.
The road is ruthless and sunny.
"Mountain Travel"
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted,
There are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,
Frost leaves are as red as February flowers.