Sailing alongside the Cen, waddling across the deep stream. When the water is dark, it will be cold in autumn, and when the mountains are sunny, it will be cloudy in the day. Emphasize the five colors in the forest and shrug off the wall. Cherish this life far away, who knows the heart of nature.
Zhang Jiuling: "To Guangzhou"
In the past year, the taste was not harmonious, and this place has returned. It is said that there are few people, so you don't know how to come. People are not Chinese ambassadors, and the county is Yuewangtai. It's a special thing to go, but the mountains and rivers are long.
Zhang Jiuling:
There are many hair in the river, and the clouds are getting brighter every day. When you sign the road, you will feel the longing for spring. Only when you are happy, you can't spread your good spirit. At dusk, under the Jinting Pavilion, the rest of the flowers are full of passenger ships.
Zhang Jiuling:
The water pattern is blue in the sky, and the sun is red by the sea. The scenery is different, and human feelings depend on it. Take advantage of your own comfort, not to break the long wind.
Zhang Jiuling:
The stream is clear and deep, and the turquoise is overcast. It is commendable that Hu Wei has no pleasure. I can't bear to say goodbye, and things are also invaded by fate. Since bandits often walk, who can know the sound?
Zhang Jiuling:
The slogan of staying in Huaiyang Pavilion (a poem by Song Zhiwen)
On the sunset pavilion, I travel long and think much. My hometown is near Guishui, and tonight there is a milky way. The dark grass is frosty, and the empty pavilion is shaded by geese. Whoever comes here will meet with him, and the laborer will sing for himself.Zhang Jiuling: looking at the moon and thinking of one far away
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time. The people of love all hate the long night, sleepless nights and bring their loved ones to remembrance. Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold. You can not hold the beautiful moonlight to you, only hope to meet you in dreamland.
Zhang Jiuling: Looking at the Moon on an Autumn Evening
The river is clear and the moon is flowing, and Wan Li is in the same place. Thinking like a dream, facing each other in the court. Bright moss dew, depressed yellow leaf wind. I can't speak with affection, which often makes Guihua empty.