"Song of Xizhou"
Recalling the plum blossoms, I went to Xizhou, folded them and sent them to the north of the Yangtze River. The single shirt is apricot red, and the temples are the color of crow. Where is Xizhou? West paddle bridge crossing. Shrikes fly at dusk, and the wind blows on the black mortar trees. Under the tree is in front of the door, with green thorns exposed in the door. The doorman didn't come, so I went out to pick red lotus. Collecting lotus flowers in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers exceed people's heads. Lower your head and pick up the lotus seeds. The lotus seeds are as clear as water. Put it in the lotus sleeve, the lotus heart is completely red. Recalling that Lang Lang is not here, I look up at Feihong. Hong Fei is all over Xizhou, watching Lang go to the brothel. The building is so high that you can't see the top of the railing. The railings have twelve curves, and the hanging hands are as clear as jade. The rolling curtain sky is high, and the sea water shakes the sky green. The dream of sea water is long, you are worried and I am also worried. The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.
Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branches"
The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level,
I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west.
It is said that there will be no sunshine or sunshine.
Wen Tingyun's "Willow Branches"
Lighting a lamp at the bottom of the well, deep in the candlelight, the wise man can't play Go.
The exquisite dice are decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.
"Midnight Autumn Song"
Looking up at the tung trees,
The tung flowers are very pitiful.
May the sky be free of frost and snow,
Wu Zi will live for thousands of years.