"Jinqiao Thoughts"
The sky is clear with snow in Taihang and there is still a strong wind in the suburbs in February. I have long heard that drinking horses are approaching Weibei, and shooting eagles is now about to cross Shandong.
For a hundred years there was only Yichuan sigh, and there was no Wei Jianggong in Wulining? At dusk, the long pavilion is in deep sorrow, and a mournful song is sung amidst the smoke.
"Huaqing Palace"
There are flying snow and dark clouds in the surrounding suburbs, but in this palace it is falling and dry. Green trees and green curtains cover each other, and no one knows that it is cold outside.
"Meeting Apricot Blossoms on the Way"
A branch of red apricot comes out of the wall, and the pedestrians outside the wall are alone and sad. He looks hateful, but it's even harder to stay in a bad situation!
The dark-colored orioles in the forest sky arrive first, and the fragrant and cold spring butterflies have not yet traveled. I also recall the thousands of trees in the imperial hometown, and the darkening sun in China.
"A Letter to Master Guanxiu"
Farewell is like a dream or like a cloud, and the eight-character words are no longer heard. You should remember me when the world is ups and downs, and when the tip of my pen is flying, I will only come down to you.
I almost walked along the river and chanted the autumn breeze, and recalled the night in the mountain house. Seeing the plan of Wozhou to find the Old Testament, and teaching Danding Xu to be a neighbor.
"Zigui"
The prosperity of the whole country passes by the river, and the feathers float year by year. The flowers in his mountain are turning into blood, and the grass in the old garden is like smoke when spring comes.
The rain falls on the dark green trees, and the moon slants long, hoping for tomorrow. The Xiangjiang River sounds sad at dusk, and I worry about killing pedestrians returning to their boats.