The wind and rain are dark and rustling, and chickens crow at dusk.
Bitter bamboo in broken sound cage, cold green banana.
Waterbirds stay on the eaves and mud frogs jump into the house.
I still hear the opinions of foreigners, and I want to chase the DPRK tomorrow.
Night Rain Bai Juyi
Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again.
Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.
Give it to Li Shangyin for him.
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Shan Han Shi Yu
The towering and steep rocks, narrow mountain roads like sheep intestines, and the dusk when bats are flying come to this temple.
When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful.
Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky.
Make your bed. Although the food is rough, it satisfies my hunger.
It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows.
At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down.
The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush.
The water flows barefoot on the rocks, and the sound of water excites the wind to make clothes.
These things themselves can make life happy. You must be embarrassed to be a man.
Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old?
Every letter I answer is sent to Li Yi.
There's nothing to worry about, such as idle books full of bananas.
If there is a letter from the photo library, it must be sent to Yangzhou near the postal bridge.
Yudumu
Li Anyun took the plug and handed it to me, and the curtain invaded the lamp to send loneliness.
After a sleepless night, there are bananas outside the master's window.
Bajiaodum
Bananas were moved by the rain, so they were planted in front of the window.
A little pity, leaving a dream of returning home with clothes on.
My dream is far from home, and I feel a corner.
The name of the play is cursive Zhang Shuo.
Suddenly surprised pomegranate tree, far away from crossing the river.
Ask banana leaves, why bother?
The slight frost blows the palace osmanthus, and the sadness blows the locusts.
In Rong Sheng, I sympathize with you more.