1, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Jiang Xue.
2, an old fisherman spent the night here, under the west cliff, small incense burned bamboo. The sun disappears like a cloud, and the sound of sculls comes from green mountains and green waters. Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other. fisherman
On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness begins, and our longing reaches as far as the ocean or the sky. The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall. We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs. * * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home. "Climb the Liuzhou Tower and send Zhang Tingfeng to four states"
I have been troubled by the official hat and robe for a long time, so I am glad to be an exile in this savage south. I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountains. I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream. I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky. Xiju
5, early plum trees, reflecting Chu Tianbi. At night, the north wind blows and smells fragrant, adding a touch of white to the thick frost in the morning. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends? Zaomei
6, the official situation is sad, spring is like autumn. The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. "The leaves of banyan trees in Liuzhou fall in February"
7. The scattered souls are gloomy and tears flow across the river. The treacherous party, because the party did not leave the capital, lived more than 6 thousand miles away; I left Baiyue desolate, gaunt and poor for the rest of my life. Guiling malaria forest, black clouds hanging white; Welcome to the beautiful future of Dongting with spring scenery and water and sky. Fang Wei depends on dreams, and acacia is willing to sleep on the pillow; Wandering in the dim light, the clouds seem to be real. Don't be my brother, Zong Yi.
Everything has been the same for 20 years, but now the road is different. If the emperor promised to return the field, he would be a neighbor at the age of six. Farewell to dreams
That's a poem about Liu Zongyuan. These capitals reflect different emotions. For example, A Farewell to Dreams expresses a sincere and touching artistic conception. Farewell to My Brother Zong Yi reflects the feelings of brothers' parting and being demoted.