Year: Tang Author: Meng Jiao
Luo Youren was silent, riding the dust. A monk left late and his words were full of fragrance.
Yao ce bing, powder wall ying. The broad hibiscus, the blue temple and the glass are even.
Metaphysical talk about the best in the island, with new words. Laugh at the cold bamboo banquet, and welcome the guests from Qingyun.
Take care of the rest as soon as possible, and the baby will be disabled.
Behind Chongsheng Temple, there are more than 1000 bamboo poles, the only one to show off. People call them bamboo worshippers because they write poems.
Year: Song Author: Hui Hong
Noble and clean, never wither, and the power of life is sparse. I like that you cultivate bamboo, but Hansong Xiao is a doctor.
I didn't see the same wooden chair, so I can listen to Yu Tu freely. The play divides autumn colors into bowls, and the moon is full and the wind is clear.
Send it to Zhou
Year: Song Author: Qiu Yuan
Don't talk back every day, let the children laugh to death. Now I feel that I am not far away, in order to report the knowledge of mountain apes and wild cranes.
Thirty-six autumn poems
Year: Song Author: Shao Yong
Red leaves fight against the west wind, and yellow flowers laugh at the cold weather. There are ups and downs in heaven, and there is no solid necessity in personnel.
Quiet wins the taste, and dreams know the rest. If the interests are different, right and wrong will come out.
The Rhyme of the Second Book of Shang Yue
Year: Song Author: Wang Chen
Small print has bright eyes, and broken windows have sunny days. Dreaming for many years, I am still sentimental when I am old enough to sing poetry.
There is no gold thread and silver belt in the paper field. If you laugh with Mr. Bo, you should laugh coldly and be too thin.
Two Poems of Begging for Peony by Sun Wen Sou
Year: Song Author: Zhao Fan
People all over the country are arguing that Jiangdu won, and a daughter is still afraid. I laughed at the cold hall, but I built a long fur coat.
"Give a gift to Hu Jingru (the famous Gong Ji)"
Year: Ming Author: Cheng
The husband has no feathers, and the river is surging. When a bald man meets Jun Avenue, he will spit color when he smiles.
The five mountains are low and the waves are high, and the boat dances in the same autumn. It's no use looking for your bosom friend. Cut the river and break the waves.
The world is so heroic that Zhu Xian is half dead. It's hard to teach a queen, serve a noble, and your tongue doesn't worry about your wife.
The mud in the city is ten feet deep, and many songs are dedicated to bosom friends. A barrel of wine is not worth a hundred dollars, and it has a thousand words.
Men will cry when they are grateful, but they will not lose their way and touch their skirts.