Wang Anshi's "Five Laws"
The wild geese sing in the deep Zhuzhu, and the remaining clouds fall in the small river. The watchman gathers the array with the wind, and the tower reflects with low strings. The sails are turning in the desert, and the fire is burning on the quiet shore. The ravines lead to thin roads, and the ditches wind around the flat fields
Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poem"
Boil the beans to make soup, and strain the bean sprouts to make juice. The beetles are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They are born from the same roots, so why rush each other?
Liu Zhang's "Farming"
The sun is warm and the cuckoos are burning, so the southern slope is good for farming. The fragrant grass creates winding paths, and the chirping of birds emerges from the deep mountains. If you pip seeds, they will throw golden rain, and if you apply fertilizer, they will scatter white marriage. At noon, my head rests on a stone, and I sleep with wild flowers
Du Fu's "Two Quatrains (Part 2)"
The green birds on the river are more white,
The blue flowers on the mountains are about to burn .
This spring has come and gone again.
When is the New Year?
The lamp holder of Tang Bohu's "Qi Shu's Remaining Regret"
Three feet of silver lanterns are burning across the tent, and the joy is unfinished and the marriage is broken up; may the teachings turn into a treasure of light, shining through the underworld. .
The water dragon chants
Passing the Shuangxi Tower of Nanjian
Raising your head to the floating clouds in the northwest, you need a long sword to lean against the sky thousands of miles away. People say that this place can be seen late at night, with the glory of bullfights. I feel that the mountains are high, the pond is empty and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are pale. The rhinoceros is about to burn and look down, but it is afraid when leaning on the railing. The wind and thunder are angry, and the fish and dragon are miserable. The gorge is connected to the Cangjiang River, passing through dangerous buildings, and you are about to fly but still hold back. Yuanlong is old, so he might as well lie down high and cool the mat in the curling pot. The rise and fall of the ages, the sorrow and laughter of a hundred years, can be seen in a moment.
I asked who was unloading the sails on the beach and tying them to the sun cable?