Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
A gift for Wang Lun.
Lipper
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, so it is better for Wang Lun to give it to me.
Yellow Crane Tower —— Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou
Lipper
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Give it to Wang Bai
Li Bai will want to travel by boat,
Suddenly I heard singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet,
Not as good as Wang Lun.
Fu De Gu Caoyuan bid farewell to Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Break up with Wang Xinjian Changling at Furong Inn.
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.