Year: Tang Author: Li He
Cut the jade with a long pole, and you can see that the mother bamboo shoot is dragon material. It's better to smoke thousands of feet overnight, but don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond.
I take advantage of the green light to write Chu ci, and I hate the fragrance, powder and black parting. No one can see you without pity and hatred, and you will cry a thousand cigarettes.
There are two or three stems in the stone eye of Jiaquan, and the roots of the yin are purple. This year, on the spring sand of the canal, the flute is brand-new and green as jade.
Old bamboo shoots provoke Yun Lan, while Maoling lies in poverty. The wind blows thousands of acres to meet the rain, and the bird weighs one branch and enters the wine.
On June 27th, Wang Hu Tower was drunk with books.
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Mulan, the girl who sent flowers, was radiant, the drizzle was oblique and wet and green.
Infinite Zhou Fang was born in Du Ruo, but Wu Er didn't know what Chu said.
Zhu Gong
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Zhu Gong's palace is lonely according to the ancient Ying, and the land of Chu is not the original base.
Brother Erwangtai has been reckless, let alone asking questions.
The king of Chu went hunting and drummed the drums, and the warriors played in the water by boat.
Fishing doesn't mean there are many fish and turtles.
At that time, the palace was built by Ying people, which meant beauty.
The flying tower shines a hundred feet on the lake and flies thousands of moths and eyebrows.
The breeze is complacent, and Song Yu is a long ambassador.
Qin Bing came from the west to meet Zhong You, and the Forbidden City went in autumn.
The Millennium is magnificent, and today's survivors are humble.
The pool is small, but the bamboo hides the fox.
Who will see the crimson account in Taichung again? Wild Shui Piao Qing under the stage.
Zhu Huchun, a green window, painted a picture and wanted to play Zhu Sishen.
Rotten scholars can also solve the problem of love, so why talk to Bai Shou about Kong Ji?
The sand spring in the thatched cottage is half dry, and there is no paper in the broken window.
Chen Gong has the least trace and the seven blessings are few and far between.
Nobody knows how many changes have taken place in a hundred years, and I'm afraid it will become empty.
Who can visit the ruins for me? There should be a monument in eastern Hunan in the grass.