Li Shangyin's famous poem:
Deng Le Youyuan:
I felt unwell in the evening and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
Jinse:
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Untitled:
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Untitled:
Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. Separate seats are provided with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with wax lamps and illuminated with red lights. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.
The night rain is sent to the north:
You asked about the return date but have not yet heard of it. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Du Mu's famous poems:
Parking in Qinhuai:
The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night. The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
Red Cliff:
The broken halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed away to recognize the past. Dongfeng refuses to go along with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply.
Passing Huaqing Palace:
Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opened one after another on the top of the mountain. Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.
To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou:
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
Jiangnan Spring Quatrains:
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
Qingming:
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
Mountain Walk:
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.