Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Reflections on Reading (I)
Southern song Zhu
As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened,
The sky is full of clouds and shadows.
How can the canal be so clear?
Because there is flowing water from the source.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
Spring is silent, precious little stream, and the shadow depends on Shui Rou.
When I am happy, I return to the boat at night and go into the depths of the lotus. I struggled to cross, and I started a pool of seagulls and herons.
◇ Qianchi Furong ~ Wen Zhiming
In September, the flowers in Jiangnan stopped and the hibiscus turned to Zhongzhou. Beauty smiles across the water, but the sunset is still sad.
Dew washes the jade plate, the golden hall is cold, and the wind sends Jincheng to autumn.
Man Fang Ting Huang Tingjian
Xiushui is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. Golden lotus and frost heron, lotus picking road. The trunk of Du Xiangzhu is curved and red, and it is thin and sparse.
The wind is clear and the night is full, and the water is clear and the stars move. It can be heard that after a light rain, the grass grows and the warbler flies, so it moves to the Hu bed and the screen.
When the banquet was reopened, Yaochi Lake was full of snow and the mountains were full of Buddha heads.