The blue shirt is windy and rainy, and the horse is lying on the frost. -Bai Juyi
Blue water gurgles day and night.
Make up for the greed for purple laurel, and be angry and clear. -Pi Rixiu
Li He, the old lady, picks jade songs.
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step.
I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.
The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.
The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The cedar and cypress are whistling in the wind and rain, and the rope is green at the foot of the spring.
The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
At first, he was banished to the Qinling Mountains. After that, he wrote poems on Jiangzhou Road. Bai Juyi
I resigned from home in a hurry, worried about the future, and went to the countryside to ask about the future.
Looking back at the Qinling Mountains, the infinite autumn wind blows the white beard.
Blue Bridge Chun Xue Jun returns to Japan, Qinling Autumn Wind I go.
Get off the horse at each post and follow the wall around the post to find your poem.
A white horse gathers righteousness.
When the cottage goes alone, the dust remains the same.
Blue on the pommel horse, exchange friends for friends.
Only medicine is used for breakfast, and gauze lamp is used for night.
Except for Lan, all the others are monks.
Is there anyone in this land who doesn't know you?
The weather is cold and the white hut is crude.
The drizzle turned the beautiful streets into cream-
The night in Tianjie is as cold as water.
The division of Tianmen Mountain allowed the Chu River to flow.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
Although far apart, we still have to be together.
Tianya * * * at this time
The retinue out of Chang 'an should make Du.
The dividing lines are all listed, and the multiplication is all six.
Fortunately for the capital, Luo Dao traveled eastward.
Cultural relics drive the three series, and the reputation belongs to the gods.
The dragon flag lingers at dusk, and the phoenix flies.
Tracing back to the source, you can learn from the emperor.
The mountain drove away the horse day, and the water remembered the fisherman.
Yu food spread in China, and it was honored by all the ministers.
The provincial party committee called Guo Fu and asked about Zhifeng.
At the end of the year, I am lucky and young.
Music covers the ages, and the universe suddenly doubts spring.
On the 9th, Feng and Lu Mingfu hosted a banquet in Xianshan for Cui Yuanwai, Zhang Langzhong and Wang Changling, the second special envoys of Malaysia.
Who opens the universe, mountains and rivers are depressed.
Climb to the present and use the past, and the customs are old.
Geographical Jingzhou points, the horizon is wide.
Hundreds of cities are now the secretariat of history, the Old Langguan of China Province.
* * * Double Ninth Festival, everyone loses their hats.
The wine invited Peng Zezai to play in Wucheng.
Sir, a chrysanthemum, seeking seclusion or borrowing orchids.
Smoke and rainbow spread algae, pine and bamboo hang clothes.
Uncle is still alive, and the mountain is still flourishing.
Smell riding drunk, and watch Xichi. [A poem by Meng Haoran]