It is late at night, and the sky is still full of mist. - "Instructions on Rewarding Lotte and Yongzhi"

If the mountain is not high, the immortal will be famous; if the water is not deep, the dragon will be spiritual.

There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people in our dealings. - "Inscription on the Humble Room"

Where did the Taoist priest who planted peaches go? Liu Lang came to visit him before. - "Revisiting Xuandu Temple"

Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom. - "Appreciating Peonies"

The new leaves in the fragrant forest urge the old leaves, and the waves in front of the flowing water give way to the waves behind. - "A poem about Lotte showing his sadness, Uncle Hui and the three gentlemen all have deep roots, so this is a poem to send"

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees grew in front of the diseased trees. - "Rewarding Lotte Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

In the old days, the king Xietang Yan in front of the hall flew into the homes of ordinary people. - "Woyi Lane"

The clouds on the distant mountains under the water are like snow, and the grass on the flat shore beside the bridge is like smoke. - "The fable and the oxen's father-in-law's drunken trip to Nanzhuang are presented to Lotte and his insights"

The wild grass is fragrant and the red brocade is on the ground, and the gossamer is dazzling the blue sky. - "A Spring Book of Love to Dongluobai Twenty-Two Yang and Eighty-two Concubines"

The lake light and autumn moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished. - "Looking at the Dongting"

Suddenly, laughter filled the sky for a long time, and countless tourists raised their eyes to see it. - "Tong Le Tian Deng Qiling Temple Pagoda"

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. - One of the two poems of "Bamboo Branch Poems"

The peach leaves convey the love and resentment of the bamboo branches, and the water flow is infinite and the moon is bright. - "Walking Up the Embankment" Two of Three

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, but I say that autumn is better than spring.

A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.

- "Autumn Ci"