Huang Tingjian's famous poems:
1. "Ezhou Nanlou Calligraphy": Looking around, you can see the light of the mountains and the light of the water. There is no one to care about the clear breeze and bright moon, and the south building is blindly cool.
2. "Qingming": During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, but the wild graves only produce sorrow. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
3. "Climbing the Yueyang Tower in the Rain to Look at Junshan Mountain": Thousands of people died in the wilderness, and the Yanli Pass in Qutang was born. Smile before arriving in the south of the Yangtze River, facing Junshan from the Yueyang Tower. The river is full of wind and rain, leaning on the railing alone, tied up with the twelve servant girls of Xiang'e. It's a pity that you can't see green mountains from the surface of the lake, but from the piles of silver mountains.
4. "Inscribed on Bamboo and Stone Herding Cows" Yeci is a small and majestic place, surrounded by secluded bamboo and green trees. A boy with a three-foot stick can guard against this old man. I love the stone very much, so don’t send the ox to sharpen its horns. An ox can sharpen its horns, but a fight with an ox will destroy my bamboo.
5. "Shuangjing Tea Sending Zizhan": There is no wind and sun everywhere in the world, but there is a treasure book in the jade hall in the sky. I want to see an old layman from Dongpo, swiping hundreds of dendrobium leaves to shed pearls. My home in the south of the Yangtze River is full of plump clouds, but the falling rain is not as good as the falling snow. I evoke the dream of Huangzhou for you, and I carry a small boat to the five lakes alone.
6. "Rain Passes to Su's House in the West of the City": A sudden rain sprinkles youth, and there is no traffic or horse dust on the nine roads. The purple smoke gradually disperses around the Imperial Palace, and the sunny day returns to Tianjin. The sleeves of the flying flowers are red and fragrant, and the willow saddles are uniformly green. If you only manage the scenery and drink heavily, who will be idle in the capital?
7. "Ci Yun Huang Bin Lao's Painting of Horizontal Bamboo": When wine is poured on the chest, the chest cannot be leveled, and the old bamboo spits out. Wolong Yanjian was not frightened by the thunder, and both the Duke and the king were forgetful. The shadow of the clear window is reflected by the fallen stone, and the pine coal is lightly dyed with frost-covered rabbits. If the three stones from Zhong'an are bent, they will fly away in fear of losing their shape.
8. "Poetry of the Shepherd Boy": Riding a bull far past the front village, the piccolo is blowing across the long distance. There are so many famous and wealthy people in Chang'an who are not as good as you if they run out of agencies.
9. "Send to Huang Jifu": I live in the North Sea and the South Sea, and I can't thank you for sending letters to the wild geese. A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.
There are only four walls to run a household, and there are only three walls to cure diseases. I imagine that my head has turned white when I read, and the ape across the stream is crying because of the miasma of vines in the stream.
10. "Ascend the Kuai Pavilion": Chi'er has taken care of the family affairs, and the things in the Kuai Pavilion rely on Wanqing. Thousands of fallen trees and mountains, the sky is far and wide, and the moon is clearly visible along the Chengjiang River.
Zhu Xian has become a beautiful woman, and his blue eyes are full of wine. Returning to the boat after thousands of miles to play the flute, I am in alliance with the white gull.