Liu Zongyuan's poems mainly include

1. "The Story of Xiaoshitang" In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Zongyuan took 120 steps from the mountain to the west, and walked across the bamboo. He heard the sound of water like a ring, which made him feel relaxed and happy. Cut bamboo and walk along the road, and see the small pool below, the water is particularly clear. The whole stone is at the bottom, close to the shore, and the bottom of the rolling stone comes out, which is a mountain, an island, a mountain and a rock. Green trees and vines, covered and twisted, staggered and brushed.

There are hundreds of fish in the pond. They are all swimming in the air. The sun is shining, the shadow is on the stone, motionless; You are far away, and communication is sudden. It seems fun to be with tourists.

Looking from the southwest of the pool, you can see that it is zigzag. Their shore potentials are different from each other and their sources are unknown.

Sitting by the pool, surrounded by bamboo forests, lonely and empty, sad and cold, quiet and quiet. It is too clear to live for a long time, but remember.

Travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu and Yu Dizong Xuan. The second son Cui Shi said, "Forgive yourself and serve me." .

2. "Jiang Xue" In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Zongyuan had no birds in the hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

3. Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty has been troubled by the official robes and hats for a long time, and I am very happy to be an exile in this wild south China. I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountain forest. I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream. I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky.

4. "Early Plum" Liu Zongyuan was tall in the early morning of the Tang Dynasty, reflecting Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Cold English is on pins and needles, why comfort distant guests?

5. "Fisherman" An old fisherman of Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty spent the night here, burning bamboo under the west cliff. The sun disappears like a cloud, and the sound of sculls comes from green mountains and green waters. Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.