Li He's poems include:
1. "Horse Poetry": The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. How to be golden and luo-nao, walk fast and enjoy the clear autumn.
2. "The wine is about to enter": The glass bell is rich in amber, and the wine in the small trough is dripping with pearly red. Cooking dragons, cannons, phoenixes and jade fat weeping, Luo embroidered curtains surround the fragrant wind. Play the dragon flute, beat the drum, sing with white teeth, and dance with a slim waist. What's more, the days of youth are approaching, and the peach blossoms are falling like red rain. I advise you to be drunk all day long, and the wine will not be buried in Liu Ling's grave.
3. "The Journey of the Grand Administrator of Yanmen": Black clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light opens towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple. A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. I will report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you.
4. "Thirteen Poems of Nanyuan·Fifth": Why don't men bring Wu hooks and collect the fifty states of Guanshan? Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while. How can I be a scholar and a marquis of ten thousand households?
5. "Passing through the Huaqing Palace": Crows crow on a spring moonlit night, and the palace curtains separate the imperial flowers. The clouds are dark, the red lines are dark, and the purple money is slanted when the stone is broken. The jade bowl holds the remaining dew, and the silver lamp lights the old gauze. The king of Shu has no close faith, and there are celery buds on the spring.
6. "Wushan is High": Green trees stand high in the sky, and the river rolls and the gods drag smoke. The soul of Chu is looking for a dream, the wind is blowing, the morning wind is flying and the rain is gathering moss. It will be a thousand years since Yao Ji passed away, and the lilac and bamboo will sing to the old ape. The ancient temple is close to the moon, the toads and osmanthus are cold, and the pepper flowers fall among the red and wet clouds.
7. "Chinese Valentine's Day": It's dark today in Biepu, and it's sad at midnight when the curtains are drawn. The magpie's poem threads the moon, and the flowers enter the exposure building. There is a golden mirror in the sky, and a jade hook in the world. Su Xiaoxiao in Qiantang is even more worthy of autumn.
Li He, whose courtesy name is Changji, is the founder of Changji-style poetry. He is known as the "Poetry Ghost". He is a romantic poet in the Mid-Tang Dynasty and a poet with a very outstanding personality in the poetry world of the Mid-Tang Dynasty.