Farewell to my younger brother Zongyi Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
The red leaves are scattered and sad, and the tears of farewell are shed across the river.
He traveled six thousand miles to the country and died in the wilderness for twelve years.
When the miasma in Guiling comes, the clouds are like ink, and when the spring in Dongting is over, the water is like the sky.
If you want to know the dream of lovesickness from now on, it will grow in the smoke of the Ying tree in Jingmen.
The Night Rain Sends to the North [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin
The king asked about the return date but has not yet arrived. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Happy meeting with an old friend from Liangchuan in Huaishang [Tang] Wei Yingwu
I was a guest in Jianghan, and I returned drunk every time I met.
After the floating clouds parted, the flowing water lasted for ten years.
The laughter and affection are as old as before, and the hair on the temples has become stained.
Why return to the north, facing Qiu Shan on the Huai River.