Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. Two Shen Yuan Poems by Lu You

The freedom of no one to watch the cool breeze and bright moon, and the moonlight melts into the wind blowing from the south, which makes people feel cool and comfortable. Huang Tingjian's "Ezhou South Building"

I hope people live a long life. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Wei Cheng Qu by Wang Wei/Sending Two Envoys to Yuan 'an

There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned. Li Bai's "On the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing"

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Li Yu's Meet You Huan

White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds. Cen Can sent a message to Du Fu in the office of the Left Hospital.

Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation. Du Mu's Farewell

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Three Miscellaneous Poems by Wang Wei (Ⅱ)

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. Liu Changqing's Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow

Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. Liu Changqing bid farewell to Yan Shiyuan

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. Huang Tingjian's "Send Yellow Several Times"

I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting. Wen's dream of Jiangnan has never been hated.