Selected poems of Gu Kuang

Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.

Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley. Jade tower rises into the sky and plays bursts of music; The wind blows in the palace with the wind and goes with it.

The moon palace moves, only listening to the monotonous ticking of the night leak; Rolling up the crystal curtains, I seem to be close to the Milky Way. The yellow leaves of the old garden grow moss, and the head of the city is sad after the dream.

That night, the heartbroken man disappeared and the shadow lingered. When you were born in Fujian, you got the best yang from Fujian officials.

In order to get it, the house is full of gold. In order to be a clip, it's like seeing vegetation.

I was poisoned by ignorance of heaven. Blessed are those who know nothing about Shinto.

Don't leave me alone, I regret having you. And since you were born, people advised you not to mention it.

If you don't listen to people, you will suffer. Say goodbye, your heart will ruin your blood.

From the sky, to the grave, you can't be in front of Lang's blow. Don't you see, the heavy snow is unbearable. It's not worth filling the well and cooking sand for food.

Do your best to others all your life. It is better to know than not to know.

Lingxiao hangs on the holly tree, and the flowers will not wither at the age of 20.

Everything has roots, and in the end it won't give birth to any bean sprouts.

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, where is the smooth road?

There is nothing to be rich in the center. You look good today. Although the ancients abandoned their wives, they had a place to go. Today, I resigned from you and left you where you wanted to go.

The family is ruined and people die, and they cry when they come. Recalling that I didn't marry you, Wen Jun was very confused.

And empathy, worthy of your comfort. Lonely souls lead birds, and their eyes are like flowing springs.

Liuquan is still wet, Guanshan Road, Wan Li. By the time you see you come back, your concubine will be old.

Things have changed, and the new favorite Yan Fang is good. Wipe tears out of the house, tragic autumn grass.

When you donate with haggard, you are ashamed to return the old things. If you want to give something for life, who will accompany you?

An empty bed is empty and dusty. Cold water hibiscus flowers, autumn wind falling willow.

I remember when I first married you, my sister-in-law helped me to bed. You abandoned my aunt today. My sister-in-law is as long as my aunt.

Talk back to your sister-in-law and don't marry like brothers.

Early spring in Luoyang

Where to avoid spring worries, travel all year round. The family is thousands of miles away. It's rainy on the road, but the countryside doesn't enter the building. The old garden is full of peaches and plums, and a stream flows eastward. Playing piano and guest songs in Yicheng

A beautiful woman, Yuli, was born here, lived in Handan, and didn't admire her. Long curly head and claws, good at playing the piano and writing articles. The new Yan cage skirt has mica light, and the green water in Zhu Xian rings in the bridal chamber. Suddenly, I heard that the original wine fight was over and the clouds opened at dusk. Apes crow and swallow, tears fall in color. I don't know whose house is more open, but the silk shoes on the wall are off. It's dry snow in Nanshan, and seventy people are lukewarm. People hate ancient * * *, but "xianggong" is firm. Give up the donation if you are good at water. It is better to sleep alone and marry a teenager from him than to take medicine.