Tianshangyao
Author: Li He
Tianhe night drifts back to the stars, and Pu Yin clouds learn the sound of water.
The osmanthus in the jade palace has not fallen, and the fairy concubine picks incense and hangs tassels.
Qin Fei rolled up the north window and planted a little green phoenix in front of it.
Prince blowing sheng, in charge of goose management, called on dragons to plant tobacco and Yao grass.
Pink rose red ribbon lotus root silk skirt, green island step pick up Lan Hengchun.
East means xi can take a horse, and the dust of the sea gives birth to a stone mountain.
Qiu Lai
Author: Li He
Autumn wind hits the heart, the strong man works hard, there is a faint light, and the owl cries for weaving a warm dress.
Who will read the book I wrote with bamboo slips in the future, and don't moth it into dust and holes?
This thought involves, my stomach should be worried tonight, the rain is cold, like an ancient poet comforting a hanging soul.
In the autumn night, in the cemetery, Bao's poems were recited, and their blood feud turned into jasper on the earth, which is hard to disappear for thousands of years.
Dream day
Author: Li He
It's very sad, the old rabbit and the old toad are moaning in a low voice, the moonlight is off, and the cloud floor and cloud house are pale.
The jade wheel rolled with dew and wet the surrounding light and shadow. Mo Yan in Guihua Lane once met the fairy of Lu 'an-E.
Looking at the three sacred mountains under the vast sea, things are changing like horses.
Looking at China's nine points and nine points, the water in Na Pianhai is as shallow as pouring out of a cup.