90_1 He and Yin Mao climbed to the South Tower and Zhang Jun
It has been two springs since the guests came, and when they saw the shape of the building, it was written about Beitan, and the battlements towered over Qingdao. The white clouds thanked the wild geese, and they galloped towards Luoyang Road.
Volume 90_2 Spring on the River by Zhang Jun
Leave worries and grudges are not reconciled, spring worries are suddenly wasted. Choose the wood ape to go, and look for the mud swallow to pass by alone.
Shocking flowers bloom in the sky, and weeping willows blow in the mist. The excitement and pleasure are appreciated again and again, but there is no such thing as thinking about hometown.
Volume 90_3 On the 9th, Baqiu climbed high and Zhang Jun
Guests were frightened and at dusk, Bin Yan descended to Cangzhou. *** On the Double Ninth Festival, I talked about looking for a horse ride.
The lake breeze supports the garrison willows, and the river rain conceals the mountain towers. Let's drink Dongli wine and talk about dispelling the worries of the southern country.
Volume 90_4 and Yin Mao’s Autumn Night Tour of Dao Lake, both Zhang Jun
The sun sinks in the west over the far water, and gulls gather in the cold sand at night. Pinghu rides on the full moon and flies to catch the stars.
The yellow leaves are singing and blowing miserably, and the green grass is sweeping the dark continent. I would like to move to Cangpu to enjoy it and return to Yingchuan for a tour.
The bay and the pond are deep and secluded, and the mist surges into the cold sky. The autumn water falls on the stone marks, and the misty atmosphere sinks as the setting sun sets.
The clear sky is the bottom, and the deep moon is the heart. Qingxi is not a great hermitage, but belongs to Baiyunxun.
Volume 90_5 Yueyang Evening Scene (A Poetry About My Father) by Zhang Jun
Evening Scene Jackdaws gather, and geese return in the autumn wind. The sun rises on the water, and the glow reflects on the river.
The white reeds in the continent are blooming, and the red persimmon leaves in the garden are sparse. In the low wetland of Changsha, clothes are not ready in September.
Volume 90_6 Zhang Jun outside the Liuhepu Ridge
The miasma in Jiangxi is transformed from fire into mountains, and the poor ghosts in Yangong in the south are the gates.
From now on, I will go abroad and my life should be seamless.
Volume 90_7 Fenghe Yuezhou Mountain City (a poem by Zhang Jun) Zhang Bian
The county museum is in the Qing Dynasty and is admiring it, sitting on the white clouds. Litigation is empty and the sun rises in Tanghu, watching the tranquility of the bamboo eaves.
Under the hanging couch to welcome the guests, they went to the court to learn etiquette. The wind spreads the meaning of the piano, and the sun shines brightly in the distance.