The poet wrote a poem about Jinping Pavilion in Langzhong.

Lingshanbai in the east of Langya, Yutaibi in the north of Langya.

Loose floating is inexhaustible, and rivers will collapse if they don't fall.

The man knew that there was no meeting of ghosts and gods, and he was angry with the enemy who loosened up.

If the Central Plains does not return, let Mao Zhai stick to the blue wall.

Song of Waves (Du Fu)

What color is Jialing River? Stone and jade are interdependent.

I feel sorry for breaking the waves every day and returning to the sand in spring.

Eight-way paddle, water chickens come and go with the fish.

Langzhong's victory can be heartbroken, and Langzhou's southern world is sparse.

Teng Wangtingzi (Du Fu)

Junting rests on Bashan Mountain, and Dan ladder can still be climbed.

In spring, birds sing and repair bamboo, and fairy dogs bark among white clouds.

Qingjiang brocade stone is sad and beautiful, and the buds are full of flowers.

People who come here to sing a song and go out to graze don't know how to return it when they come.

Lotte Poems on the Wall of Kaiyuan Temple in Langzhou (Yuan Zhen)

Yijun has no intention of writing poems for you. Who should I talk to when writing thousands of lines?

The problem lies in the wall of Langzhou East Temple. When did you know it was time to see you?

One of the Ten Songs of Quchi Dongyuan (Wentong)

Water is like a pearl, and the pool is like jade.

When you are in the trend, you must adapt yourself.

Unknown topic (land tour)

In February, the birds are full of flowers, and the south of the city scratches its head.

There is nothing to worry about when counting stems. Everything in the pool is empty.

Is it true that only those who have enough to eat will the canal finally help hegemony?

Who knew this in the middle of nowhere?

Two Poems by Langzhong (Lu You)

I've been a guest all my life, and getting off the bus in Changting is my home.

Three stacks of desolate Weicheng songs, a few idle flowers in Langzhong.

See each other late when you break money, laugh when you smoke clothes.

I'm afraid it's a dream in Handan's pillow, so I don't have to remember Beijing when I fall.

Two Poems by Langzhong (Lu You)

Holding clothes as dust, Langzhou Zhai brews peerless fragrance.

Huaying's old acquaintance is not a stranger, but the landscape is ancient.

When listening to music, you will never be crowned with Bashu, and your voice is gradually salty.

I've left Xun Mei in my life and I'm in debt, so I want to see Koharu in the south of the city.