1. Hearing the flute in Luoyang City on a spring night/ Hearing the flute in Luoyang City on a spring night
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, scattered in The spring breeze fills Luo City. ?
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can not forget the love of hometown?
2. Daughters from Luoyang
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Daughters from Luoyang lived across from each other, and they were more than fifteen years old in appearance.
The beloved Yule rides on a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate.
The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, and red peach and green willows hang down the eaves.
Luo Wei presented the Seven Incense Cart and the Treasure Fan to welcome back to Jiuhua Tent.
The crazy man’s wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun.
Self-pity Jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to hold coral to others.
The dawn of the spring window extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly.
When the play was over and Zeng Wuli was playing, he only wore incense and sat there in makeup.
The city is bustling with acquaintances, and they pass by Zhao Li's house day and night.
Who can pity the Yue girl whose face is as beautiful as jade?
3. Bodhisattva Man·The spring scenery is good in Luoyang city
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
The spring scenery in Luoyang city is good, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in a foreign country.
The willows darken the embankment of the King of Wei, and at this moment, my heart becomes confused.
Peach blossoms bloom in spring water, and mandarin ducks bathe in the water.
I hate Canhui, but I don’t know you. 4. Luoyang Mo
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Whose family is Bai Yu? Return to the carriage and cross to Tianjin.
Looking at the flowers on the east road alarmed the people of Luoyang.
5. Yulouchun·Luoyang is the Fangfei Festival
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Luoyang is the Fangfei Festival, and the flowers are bright and fragrant. The gossamer lingers in pain intentionally, and the weeping willows fight to say goodbye for no reason.
Where the apricot blossoms are red, the green hills are missing, and pedestrians rest at the foot of the mountains. Who is willing to accompany you from far away tonight, only the lonely moon in the lonely house.