Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge: Cold Night and Jiang Feng's Sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Du Mu's "A Word to Han Zhuo, Yangzhou Magistrate": There is water in the green hills, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?

Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane: weeds are blooming beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is slanting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek: A faint flying bridge is separated by wild smoke, and the fishing boat is asked on the west coast of Los Angeles. Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?

Zhang Qian called "early plum": a tree with cold plum and white jade, near the village road and creek bridge. I don't know if the water came first, but I suspect it hasn't disappeared after the winter snow.

Lu You's Shen Garden: A corner of the sunset painting on the city is sad, and the Shen Garden is not revived by the pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

Wuyun Bridge in Luyou: If Ye Bei is connected with Jinghu Lake, the ethereal flying bridge will cross the air. Who will know after Gu Ling's double relocation? I began to lean in the dusk.

Lu You's Qiu Si: Shanbuxi Bridge is in the early autumn, so it is difficult to travel anywhere. There are occasional poems in the monk's gallery, and the fish market often stays because of pesticide application.

Jiang Kui's Zhou Yang Slow: The 24th Bridge is still there, but Leng Yue is silent. I miss the red medicine by the bridge, and I know for whom every year.

Yan Feng has a "magpie tread": the independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping crescent moon people return.

Modern Poetry: Farewell to Xu Zhimo of Cambridge

Bian Zhilin broke the chapter: I stood on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery looked at me at the window; The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.