He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow"
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like Scissors.
"Looking at the Dongting" by Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no goggle on the lake surface.
Looking at the Dongting mountains and waters in the distance, the silver plate There is a green snail inside.
Du Fu's "Moonlight Night"
Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir. I pity my little children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.
The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold. When I lean on the virtual canopy, my tears will dry under the double light.