Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny. -Liu Tang Yuxi Zhi Zhu Ci (3)
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Tang left his thoughts.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. -Tang Du Mu's Farewell (two songs)
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . -Tang Li Shangyin untitled
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. -Tang Li Shangyin untitled
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! -Tang Li Shangyin's "Jinse"