Wang Mian
The first tree in Xiyan Lake, my home,
blossoming flowers are pale with ink marks.
Don't be boasted of the good color,
Just leave the fresh air full of dried Kun.
Zhu Shi
Zheng Xie
insisted that the green hills were not relaxed, and
the roots were originally in the broken rocks.
you are still strong after thousands of blows,
you can let the wind blow from east to west, from north to south.
Lime songs
Yu Qian
A thousand hammers have been hewn out of a deep mountain,
If the fire burns carelessly.
I'm not afraid of broken bones and muddy bodies,
I want to leave my innocence in the world.
cicada
Li Shangyin
pure of heart and therefore hungry,
all night long you have sung in vain.
oh, this final broken indrawn breath,
among the green indifferent trees!.
yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood,
I have let my garden fill with weeds.
I bless you for your true advice,
to live as pure a life as yours.
chant cicada and Robin Wang
Cicada sings in the western land, and guests in the southern crown think deeply.
I can't bear the shadow of the dark temples. Let's say goodbye to the white head.
his flight is heavy through the fog, his pure voice drowns in the windy world.
who knows if he be singing still?, who listens any more to me??
The willow is sung in He Zhizhang.
Jasper is decorated to the height of a tree.
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.