Send Ying off
Climb Beimang Ban and look at Luoyang Mountain in the distance. How lonely is Luoyang? All the palaces are burned down. The walls are all broken, and the thorns are towering to the sky. I don’t see the old elders, but I see the new young people. There is no way to move forward, and there is no land left in the desolate land. The wanderer has not returned for a long time and does not know the strange places. The middle and wild areas are so desolate and deserted for thousands of miles. I miss you dearly all my life, and I am so angry that I cannot express it.
Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas
The grass and trees in Mengxia are long, and the trees are sparse around the house. The birds are happy to have their support, and I also love my house. I have plowed and planted, but I still read my books. The poor alley is separated by a deep rut, and it is quite possible to return to an old friend's car. I happily drink spring wine and pick vegetables from my garden. The light rain comes from the east, and the good wind goes with it.
Read the biographies of Zhou kings and view the mountains and seas. Looking down at the universe to the end, what if I don’t feel happy again!
Guanshan Moon
The bright moon rises out of Tianshan Mountain, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.
The land was conquered, but no one returned.
The garrison guests looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.
Send to Li Dan Yuanxi
Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, but today it has been a year since the flowers bloomed.
The world is uncertain and unpredictable, and the sorrow of spring makes me sleep alone.
I miss the fields when I am sick, and I am ashamed of my salary when I am in exile.
When I heard the news, I wanted to come to inquire about it. I watched the full moon from the west tower several times.
Nostalgia for the past in Xisai Mountain
Wang Jun’s boat sailed down to Yizhou, and the king of Jinling lost his spirit sadly.
Qianxun’s iron lock sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag fell out of the stone.
Many times in this life, the past has been forgotten, but Yamagata is still pillowed in the cold current.
Today is the day when the world is home, so the fortress is rustling and the reeds are in autumn.
Li Ping's Konghou Yin
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing.
Jiang'e cries about the sorrow of the bamboo girl, and Li Ping plays the konghou in China.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, and the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and the twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make Qiu Yu startle.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
The Bodhisattva Man
The past can only be lamented, but the scenery is difficult to arrange. The autumn wind invades the courtyard and the moss invades the steps. If the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? ?The golden sword has been buried, and the strong energy is in the wormwood. In the cool evening sky, the clear moon is blooming, and I can see the shadow of the Jade Tower and the Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai.
Langtaosha
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading.
Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at dawn.
In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the railing when you are alone. There is no limit to the world. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.
Flowing water and falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth are gone.
Recalling the flute on the Phoenix stage
The fragrant cold golden turtle,
caught in the red waves,
got up and combed his hair lazily.
Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust,
The sun goes up to the curtain hook.
I am afraid of the pain of separation.
There are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop.
Newly thin,
not dry wine,
not sad autumn.
Have a rest!
If you go back this time,
you have to go through Yangguan thousands of times,
it will be difficult to stay.
When people think of Wuling, they are far away.
The Qin Tower is locked in smoke.
Only the running water in front of the building,
should miss me and stare at me all day long.
Where you stare,
From now on, there is a new sadness.