"Jiang Chengzi" Author: Su Shi
The ink clouds dragged the rain across the west tower. Water flows eastward. Late smoke collection. The setting sun outside the willow is shining back and moving the curtain hook. Wushan is really nice tonight, the flowers have not yet fallen and the wine is fresh.
The beauty’s smile turns into starry eyes. Moonflower is shy. Holding the golden pot. The singing fan lingers in the wind, blowing away the sorrow of spring. I would like to ask all my friends in the south of the Yangtze River, who is as drunk as me in Yangzhou?
"Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" Author: Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.