Wu Tongyu, a five-character poem.

The moon sets in the west, the door is open and there is no shadow.

At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wu Tongjing.

Parting from Langzhong Xue Tao

Falling flowers don't burn the phoenix, and climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.

An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy.

Once upon a time, it rained heavily.

One night, the hot sun turned into rain, dreaming of cool clothes.

Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream.

Thousands of miles of rice flowers are beautiful, even the phoenix tree is better.

There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field.

Beginning of autumn Liu Han

The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.

There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon.

Caisangzi Feng Yansi

At midnight,

The curtains are heavy.

The slanting moon is hazy,

The flowers are red after the rain.

In the past, I was infinitely sad.

Or the east wind.

Alone in the buttonwood tree,

Idle thinking, idle thinking until dawn.

Wu Ye Binary Anonymous

Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

The cold geese are migrating south.

Buttonwood with yellow leaves.

I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.

Heartbroken Xia Wanchun.

Autumn leaves are empty, and the plane leaves are swept at night.

Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.

Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering.

After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.

Summer Zhang Shu Chen Shulan

The curtain wind is getting longer and longer,

There is lotus fragrance in front of the court.

People preach lang under the buttonwood tree,

I want to be a phoenix.

Chen Wenshu in autumn night.

The bottom of buttonwood leaves shows the Milky Way, and it is as cold as a window.

The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.

Yuanyang Pian Chen Ziang

A flying mandarin duck.

Raise your wings to cover up the loss.

Come to the green pool.

* * * To Baiyun Ya.

Sound and appearance are interdependent.

Feather purlin two winding.

Pingping plays Chun Zhu.

Frost around the cold pool.

Pusha has a clean coast.

Shu Ting brushed the water in the pool, and then hung down.

Play here every year.

Follow the years.

Phoenix rises from Cape Dan.

One-way sycamore branch

Hongyan comes to Zisai.

Empty memory of rice fat.

I'm tired of crying.

He Ming left injured.

If these birds.

Fly over the forest.

Brush the tail to clear Jiangpu.

Salvia crossed neck.

The article is negative and strange.

How nice the harmony sounds.

Smell the mandarin duck.

There are mandarin ducks again.

Give it to a beautiful woman.

Well, I have a heart-to-heart relationship.

Xiao Zhong Shanyue Xia Chao Hong Sheng Guo Ting

Author Wang Zao, Song Dynasty

Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. Shallow clouds converge, and four mountains are green. The wind at the tip of the willow beat against the fireflies. With the waves, a little cold star.

Don't send it to Ding Ning. Now you can separate several pavilions. The breath of autumn enters the screen at night. Wu Tongyu still hates listening in different ways.