Cao Cao
faces Jieshi in the east to view the sea.
water (four tones of dandan) and mountain island (three tones of song) (four tones of zhi).
there are many trees and plenty of herbs.
the autumn wind is bleak (se four tones), and the waves are surging.
the trip to the sun and the moon, if out of the inside.
the stars are brilliant, if you are out of them.
fortunately, even, the song sings with ambition.
a mooring under north fort hill
Wang Wan
under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, Jiang Chunru.
at last I can send my messengers? Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
spring outing of Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
several early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud.
flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.
I love the lake's lack of eastbound travel, and the white sand embankment in the shade of the green poplar (with a sound of di)
Tianjingsha
Qiu si (with four sounds of SI), Ma Zhiyuan
a faint crow with withered vines,
a small bridge with flowing water,
an ancient road with a thin horse in the west wind.
when the sun sets,
heartbroken people are at the end of the world.