At night, Qingxi misses the Three Gorges and misses Yuzhou.
Fiftythree note on a rainy night to a friend in the north
You asked about the return date, and evening rain rose in autumn pool.
When we cut the candle at the west window together and talk about evening rain.
Fiftyfour Yellow Crane Tower Send Meng Haoran to Guangling
The old friend resigned from the West and the Yellow Crane Tower fireworks in March Yangzhou
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue skies, only the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Chrysanthemum morifolium
Stay in Qiu Lai until September, and I’ll kill all the flowers.
The fragrant array permeates Chang ‘an city with golden armour.
Question and answer in 56 mountains
Asking about other things, living in Bishan, laughing without answering, is idle.
Peach blossoms and flowing water are gone, and there are different worlds.
Fiftyseven beauty
When the country rises and falls, Wu people complain bitterly about Xi Shi.
Who is Xi Shi if he overthrew the State of Wu and the State of Yue?
Fifty gifts to Wang Lun
Li Bai took a boat and suddenly heard the shore singing.
Peach Blossom Pond is deep. thousands of feet doesn’t want Wang Lun to send me love.
Fiftynine xuemei
Comment on Mei Xue’s refusal to surrender the poet’s pavilion for spring.
Mei Xuxun’s snow is three points, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance.
Visit the ancient times in 60 Yuezhong.
Gou Jian, the king of Yue, broke Wu’s soldiers and went home to do their best.
Maidinwaiting is like a flower. Today, only partridges fly in Man Chun Hall.
Liu Shi yi Zao fa Bai di cheng
One day after the resignation of Bai Di Caiyun and Jiangling.
Apes on both sides of the strait can’t stop crying. The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man
Sixtytwo flowers are not flowers.
Flowers come and go in the middle of the night.
Come like a spring dream, go like a cloud to find a place soon.
Sixtythree years after graduation
In the past, filth is not enough to boast of today’s debauchery.
The spring breeze is proud, and the horseshoe disease sees all the Chang’ an flowers in one day
Sixtyfour sevenstep poems
Boiled beans, burned beans and fermented soybean juice
Burning beans in the kettle and crying in the kettle
It’s too urgent to have the same root.
Sixtyfive songs *