Tang Bai Juyi
In the spring in front of Cherry Island, thousands of spring flowers are gone. I suddenly recalled the days when I was drinking with Zong Qing.
I think back to the time when I was drunk in the exam. At the end of the year, there are no flowers and leaves, and the wind blows all over the ground.
Fallen leaves mourn autumn and recall spring, and trees by the pool are diligent. At present, speaking of cold water,
Say goodbye to old friends three times here. Cherry blossoms, thousands of flowers in spring,
Who will be seated next spring? Whether Cui Li goes to Qingyun or not, Shu San will throw me away tomorrow.
A new discussion on the third hall of Liu Gai's family in Fenghe Prefecture, No.2/KLOC-0, Yonghua Road.
Tang hanyu
The bees and butterflies have gone, and the fragrance has heard the other side. If you want to know the flower island, look for the red clouds on the water.
Two poems about not working in the mirror (one is living in Jinghu West Island)
Tangfanggan
The cold mountain presses the mirror heart, which is the home forest. Liang Yan is drunk in spring, while rock apes learn to sing at night.
Clouds even rose to the ground and the moon sank to Bai Bo. You can smell the bell and live in the deep sea.
The world can't hold it, so I'm careless. The fallen leaves are swept by the wind, and the perfume is fragrant.
The flowering period is foggy, and the lake clock is separated from the snowy night. There is nothing to do outside, and your head should be white.
Hengjiangkou Beach Island, the stone chicken king in Dempu State, is deeply inclined to Xiangling Mountain.
Liutang Zongyuan
After a long night's worry, the fog is near Jiangjin. Apes are a little sparse, and climbing rocks is clear.
The sunrise is quiet and clear. The floating light turns the bird, and the heavy scene shines on the scales.
The confluence of the two rivers, rushing west, sneaking into Kunzhen, is strange. The lonely mountain is north, the forest is cool, and it is spirit.
Tan Hui is still moving, and the island is suspected of shaking. Tao Gou chooses soil, and Park Yu is next to it.
Believing in beauty is not safe, but wandering repeatedly.