See you at the first meeting in Yangzhou?
Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty
Bashan Chu River was desolate, and he abandoned himself in 23 years.
Nostalgia, singing and smelling flute fu, is like a rotten ke in my hometown.
On the side of the sinking boat, Qian Fan passes, and in front of the diseased tree, Wan Muchun.
today, I listen to a song by Jun, so I can take a glass of wine for a while.
A letter from Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty played nine days in the morning, and eight thousand in Chaoyang Road in the evening.
if you want to eliminate evils for the wise, you will be willing to decline and cherish the old age!
where is yunheng Qinling's home? The snow held the horse back.
I know that you should be interested in coming from afar, so that I can collect my bones by the river.
Go to Liuzhou Tower to send Zhang, and Tingfeng will be the secretariat of four states.
The furong water was disturbed by the stormy wind, and the dense rain obliquely invaded the wall.
nothing to see for three hundred miles but a blur of woods and mountain, and the river's nine loops, twisting in our bowels.
*** Come to Baiyue Tattoo, and not even letters, to keep us in touch with home.
Xijiang Moon: A Big Dream?
Su Shi in Song Dynasty
The world is a big dream, how many times is life cool in autumn? At night, the wind leaves have sounded in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
a cheap wine often worries about fewer guests, and the moon is often hindered by clouds. Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival? Look sadly at the north.
to vice-prefects li and wang degraded and transferred to xiazhong and changsha?
Gao Shi in Tang dynasty
what are you thinking as we part from one another, pulling in our horses for the stirrup-cups?.
do these tear-streaks mean Wu Valley monkeys all weeping, or wildgeese returning with news from Heng Mountain?.
on the river between green maples an autumn sail grows dim, there are only a few old trees by the wall of the White God City.
but the year is bound to freshen us with a dew of heavenly favour, take heart, we shall soon be together again!. ?
from the city-tower of liuzhou to my four fellow-officials at zhang, ding, feng, and lian districts
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
at this lofty tower where the town ends, wilderness begins, and our longing has as far to go as the ocean or the sky.
hibiscus-flowers by the moat heave in a sudden wind. And vines along the wall are whipped with slanting rain.
nothing to see for three hundred miles but a blur of woods and mountain, and the river's nine loops, twisting in our bowels.
*** coming to Baiyue for tattoos is still a place where music and books are stagnant.