"Farewell to the Lin Envoy of Shaozhou" by Zhu Qingyu
The Xuan chariot went here at the right time, as the place is close to southern Hunan, which is quite poetic. It's a long journey in one month, and it's not too late to go out in middle age. Flowers bloom on the waterside, and flags are painted on the mountains by mist. If you want to change the local customs, the people of the state should build a shrine.
"Sending the envoy to Zhongcheng to Silla to set up a memorial ceremony" Li Yi
Looking eastward at Fusang Day, what year will it be? The sails let through the rain and dew, and the accumulated water separates the Chinese and foreign lands. The vast wind comes far away, and the empty bird goes late. The long waves are quiet and the moon is shining, and the isolated island is holding flags. Farewell leaves convey the mood of autumn, and the resurgence stirs guests' thoughts. There are no old roads in Cangming, so where can I ask about the early days?
"A Cold Food Day Sends to Yang Dongchuan" by Bai Juyi
I don't know that Yang Liu will have a cold food day, so he will enjoy this day. Doushuai Temple is high enough to look at the moon, and the Jialing River is close enough for spring outings. The barbarian flags are like fire and follow the horses, and the Shu prostitutes are sitting around like flowers. Don't let Qian Lou and his wife see it, exaggerating wealth to whom.
"Passing Liangzhou as a Gift to Zhang Shangshu, Dafu Gong" Cen Shen
Two good generals in Hanzhong, both present and past. Han Xin came to the altar here, and the minister returned here. Holding a bronze tiger talisman in his hand, he is the master of his father-in-law. The Big Dipper is scattered, shining on the black water. If a hero is gifted by God, he will be able to bring great talents to times of crisis. When I met a thundercloud at a young age, my spirit was inspired. Honorable deeds revitalize history, and kindness continues personal success. The Qiang were not in peace in the past, but Huayang was filled with zombies. The villages are completely deserted, and ghost fires surround the city. Bahan is empty and the water is flowing, but the birds are flying. Since the promulgation of virtuous policies, this place has been glorious. Hundreds of blocks create a village, and thousands of families care about their children. The layered city is heavy with drums and horns, and the soldiers are like bears. Sitting there, the whistling wind adjusts itself, and the spring rain still follows. The wheat seedlings are long and the mulberry leaves are fat. The tourists come with each other, but the thieves dare not peep. What a blessing to receive Jiahui, we have known each other since we were young. The love of wealth is easy to be separated, but the heart will never waver when we meet again. Set up a banquet in a high hall, and sing sweet songs mixed with green silk. The brocade mat is embroidered in the house, and the jade plate is made of gold. The spring scene shows the high halberd, and the river clouds are flying. The horse neighs in the willow shade, and the beauty reflects the flower branches. The family is passed down the official seal, and the world supports the general's flag. He inherited the family order and became famous, and Xu Guo suffered hardship and restraint. The army should be stationed for a long time, and the steps should not be delayed. There is no one who can play the crown. I hope you will not see any of them.
"Meng Sheng's Poems" Han Yu
Meng Sheng was a scholar in Jianghai, with ancient appearance and ancient heart. When I try to read ancient people's books, they say that the ancients are as good as the present. Composed three hundred poems, silently singing the sound of Xianchi. Riding a donkey to the capital, he wanted to play the harmonious organ. Unexpectedly, the emperor's residence is full of depression. A hundred people guard a door, and there is no one to find. The crystal light shines on each other, and the flags and halberds float in the forest. Delayed and then left, surprised and left to his own devices. He raised his head to look at the day, crying and crying. When I come to visit you, I will not be willing to lower my hairpin. I'm sorry that I'm not from the Xuan Mian clan, so I have to deal with a lot of differences. The storm in Pingpeng is fierce, and the sun and moon invade the mulberry trees.
Naihe became a Jinshi