Zhang Jixuan has very few works handed down, and all Tang poems are included in one volume. However, only one poem, "Mooring at Maple Bridge at Night", has made his name famous throughout the ages!
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.
Yinzhou Xilou Yin
The mountains are blocked by the water, and the garrison gate on the mountain is open near the water.
Kou Heng's works and Zhang Jiqiu's poetic paintings
The bead railing goes straight down a hundred feet, and the scales are facing each other in the warm sun.
In the past, people were in danger and closed the city, but now people love leisurely Jiangqing again.
There are no visitors on the maple bank of the sandbank, and the grass is green and the flowers are blooming, and the birds are singing.
Climbing Danyang Tower
Hangao is so promising, but the tourists have returned for the first time.
Far away from the tall building, in the deserted and cool fields.
The clear sky at dusk depends on the distant water, and the rising autumn weather belongs to the mountains.
We met each other when we were tourists, and our faces were carved by frost.
A banquet at Huangfu Ran’s house on a spring night
We met each other when we were living in exile, and it was a feeling of joy and sorrow.
Happy because of respecting wine and friendship, worried because of old friends.
The flowers are dripping with dew in the dark, and the moon is shining slantingly across the city.
The flute is played horizontally, and the sound is heard outside the river.
Presented to the prefect in the evening of autumn in Kuaiji
The court of law is quiet and quiet, and the door is densely forested in autumn.
The mountain light is hidden in the mountains, and the lake is like a high-rise building.
Let’s explore books in Yu’s Cave, and then travel to the rooftop to write poems.
There will be more and more tourists in Yunfu, and the people will be flooded at the end of the year.
Inscribed on Yanling Diaoyutai
The old hermit people are still there, and the breeze is like autumn.
The guest star sinks into the night ravine, and the fishing stone overlooks the spring stream.
Birds flock to the branches, and fish swim in the shallow sea.
Who would not swallow the hook under the bait of ancient times?
On Qingming Day, I went from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village to be pregnant
Longmen rain in the late morning, and the spring wind in Ruxue.
The road is quiet when birds are singing, and the buildings are ruined by flowers.
Ming Yu is ashamed of his generation, how can he learn to hold an otter by hanging silk?
The old tourists have disappeared, and I feel melancholy in the east of Luocheng.
Luoyang Zuo
Luoyang Tianzi County, Jingu Shichong Township.
The color of grass invades the official road, and the flower branches emerge from the garden wall.
After writing the book, he drove away the guests, and after the poem was finished, he became a man.
Poverty and lowliness are none of my business. I travel to the West to strive for self-improvement.
Late trip to Huaiyang
Under the cool breeze, the customs of Chu turned leisurely.
The waiting hall is close to the autumn water, and the suburbs cover the dusk mountains.
The moon is bright and the tide is approaching, and the dewy geese are beginning to return.
The floating guests are wandering in the Huaihai Sea.
Seeing off guests on the river to visit Mount Lushan
Chu guests see each other off and wear their clothes by the spring water.
The weather conditions are good in the evening, and we are sailing on the river.
Flowers reflect the new forest bank, and clouds bloom in waterfalls and springs.
My heart should be here, and who can I pass the good words to?
Feng Yi's West Tower
The west tower on the city leans against the dusk sky. Looking back from the tower is a sad sight.
Near Guoluan Mountain and Henggu Ferry, the trees in the wild village bring fresh smoke.
The sound of wild geese blown by the north wind can be painful, and the moon will be full again when the distant guests leave home.
Tao Ling's good writing often goes to the wine, and he cherishes being drunk to sleep.
Send Judge Zou to Chenliu
Qi and Song Dynasties were saddened by the frequent use of troops here.
The woman stopped in Xiangyi and started farming in Wenyang.
The envoys of the state went on horseback, and the feudal vassals gathered to welcome him.
A gentleman has deep benevolence, but a small amount of wealth pities the poor.
The fire that set the prairie ablaze is still hot, and the waves are shaking the sea.
Whether it should be done properly or not, I asked all the students of Lu.
As a reward for Secretary Li’s proofreading, I met him on an autumn night across the city
On an autumn night in the east and west, Westerners have white hair.
The police in Hancheng are cunning and cunning, and they hug Longquan in anger.
The phoenix chariot sits under the Qiqi River, and the whale waves fight against the Luochuan River.
Measure the empty sea with millet, and give the poor water with money.
He threw himself into the pavilion and sneered at Yangzi, and flew to write for Lulian.
Cang Cang cannot be asked, and I am also full of thoughts and mysteries.
Feelings
Those who are attuned to the current situation and have a calm mind will discuss it.
I have been in the imperial city all year round, and I don’t know the five princes.
Sauvignon Blanc
In Wanghe County, Liaoyang, there is no reason to see the white head.
Coral branches on the sea send spring swallows every year.
I sent it to Huangfu to fill the vacancy
My lover in Jingkou has been away for a long time, and businessmen from Yangzhou are sparse.
When the tide reaches Xunyang and I go back, I miss my love and have nowhere to write.
Changmen is about to happen
Farmers recruit building-chasing boats, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green.
Trying to go to Wumen to have a look at the county, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
An Gongfang Asks the Dharma
Wandering around day after day, when will the world end?
Try asking Donglin to ask Zen Master, and send your generals to learn Liuli with all their heart.
Shangqing Ci
The palace maid of Ziyang holds cinnabar, and the queen mother orders her to pass by the Han emperor's house.
The spring breeze refused to stop the fairy, but looked at the apricot blossoms in Penglai.
Portrait of Zhang Ji