Li Shangyin's Miscellaneous Ballads and Li Furen's songs have a knot in one's heart, and there are two knots. I'm ashamed that I didn't teach a star substitute teacher.
Li Bai's seventeen poems Qiupu shine on the heavens and the earth, and the red star is in the purple smoke.
Li Hema's twenty-three poems about this horse are extraordinary, and the house star is a star.
In ancient Meng Jiao, the weaver girl lived by the river and led the cowherd. She looked at each other from a distance before crossing the shallow water.
Bai Juyi watches the stars at night, and the gloomy clouds and fog lead to the relaxation of the air. Autumn frost can spoil everything, and winter is the most withered year of the four seasons. Smoke waves are half exposed in the new sand, and birds are flying for snowy days. Looking at the night sky, the thoughts of poor and gloomy travel are endless.
Baijuyi River Tower attracts tourists at night, and the mountains are wide and long. There are thousands of lights around the city and a river in the center. The wind blows the ancient trees on sunny days and rains, and the moon shines on the sand and frosts on summer nights. It's cooler than the hut.
Wang sent six yuan back to Shuxing Building to see Shu Road, and Moon Gorge refers to Wumen. Ten thousand lines shed tears and ten percent were frightened. Snow shadows contain flowers, and clouds with leaves. I'm also worried about being late for the trip and carrying a clear statue alone.