The setting clouds and the solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky.
The white emperor's speech is among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles from Jiangling to visit Li Qing, but not met
Painted halberds and red towers reflect the sunset, and tall trees and cold willow trees fly over the crows. Guixuan is not seen in front of the door, and I watch the setting sun with sadness on the city.
Chen Jiayan’s banquet at Gao’s Lin Pavilion in the dark day
The young master Shen Jingai, together with his friends played in Wuhua. He was a guest in Pingyang, and the place was Shi Chong's home. The old water was born in the old Pu, and the wind was full of new flowers. At dusk, he rode back, and the Changchuan was illuminated by the sunset.
Liu Yuxi was new in the late autumn On a clear night, the moon is like practicing joy. When the rain stops and the evening glow is bright, the wind is clear and the night scene is clear. The moon is high and slightly hazy, and the clouds are thin and thin. The dew grass is full of insects, and the autumn forest is full of leaves. Looking at each other step by step, the pulses are numerous. Love.
Ju Yi and Yu Shunzhi gave him a gift of purple clouds from afar, and responded with a poem to the old friend who was thousands of miles away. When I want to cut my mattress, I feel pity for the broken leaves, and when I am making the fur, I cherish the flowers. It is better to sew an albizia quilt, and I miss you as much as I sleep with you. I will return it in the day.