1, a note to a friend in the north on a rainy night.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.

Note: You asked me the date of coming home, but it was difficult to decide the date of coming back. There is heavy rain in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pool. When can we have a long talk by candlelight and tell each other our thoughts in the rainy night tonight?

2. "Message from Russell Pavilion to Cui Yong and Cuizhou"

Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

Commentary: Luoting in the bamboo forest is quiet and dust-free, and the lotus flowers in the pool are in full bloom. Acacia is difficult to convey, but it is separated by many cities. The clouds in autumn are continuous, and the frost and snow fall late. The withered lotus leaves rustle in the night rain.

3. Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn

Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry. I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.

Explanation: Spring hate was born when the lotus leaf withered, and autumn hate was also a disaster when the lotus leaf withered. I deeply know that this love will last as long as I live. Unfortunately, I can only look at the river gloomily and make a sound alone.

4. Jia Sheng

The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.

Explanation: Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty, eager for virtue, summoned Jia Yi, the demoted minister, in the propaganda room and turned a deaf ear to the sufferings of the people. In the middle of the night, Wendi listened to the legends of ghosts and gods, but ignored the people's livelihood and the future of the country.

5. Yi Xianqing

A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny. Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.

Li Shangyin's Poems:

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Looking at the countries and families of former sages, they became thrifty and extravagant.

Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.