His poems include "Song of Bai Ren", "Song of Wu Tianguan", "Song of Four Seasons in the South of the Yangtze River", "Song of Peach Blossom Temple", "Song of a Year", "Song of Leisure", etc.

"One Cut Plum" The steps are covered with red moss and the branches are covered with green. Du Yu's voice sounds sad!

After a short period of intercourse, they separated again. The colorful phoenix flew alone, and the colorful phoenix lived alone.

How long will it take for you to miss each other after farewell?

It’s hard to know what will happen next, and it’s hard to predict what will happen next.

How can this sentiment express lovesickness?

A love word, a love poem.

The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed behind closed doors. I am living up to my youth and living in vain!

Enjoyable things, who cares?

Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and the sun is frowning, and there are thousands of cry marks, and ten thousand cry marks; I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, thinking about you when I walk, and thinking about you when I sit.

"Drunk Poetry" Under the green peach tree, the big-footed mobo waved. He didn't mention the copper coins, so he first laid a reed mat bed.

Three glasses of white wine and a few heartfelt words.

When will I return home and have a laugh with her.

"White Hair" The Qing Dynasty stirred up the mirror, and the head of state was Hua Ran.

Feelings of sadness are mixed with joy, and weeping in the rain suddenly turns into sadness.

Worry and thought are too much, how can honor and guard mourn?

Don't doubt your longevity and longevity, your fame and achievements must be in your prime.

Night hair occurs in the cool breeze, bright menstruation spreads in the sky.

A gentleman values ??words and deeds and strives to be selfish.

"The Last Word" If you are in the world of the sun and have a break, it doesn't matter if you die and return to the underworld.

The earth and the underworld are all similar, just like wandering in a foreign land.

"The Picture of the Solitary Aspiration in the Falling Clouds" depicts the misty water behind the beaded curtains of the building, and the solitary ambition in the setting of the falling clouds is invisible without a trace.

I have wanted to see Wang Nanhai for thousands of years, and I once borrowed a gust of wind from the Dragon King.

"Changmen Jishi" The paradise in the world is Wuzhong, where there is Changmen and he is good at playing heroes.

There are three thousand green sleeves up and down the building, and there are millions of gold in the water from west to east.

There is no such thing as a Jia in Wugeng City. The dialects in the four distant places are always different.

If the painter is asked to draw a picture, the painter should say that painting is difficult.

"Sighing the World" Sitting in front of the yellow flowers and raising a glass, I still remember the madness when I was drunk when I woke up.

How can cinnabar be a thousand-year-old medicine? It can hardly eliminate the frost on your temples during the day.

The inscription behind him is just for his own good, but the puppet in front of him is busy.

Remembering the floating life becomes a dream, and it must eventually come to an end.

"Sigh of the World" Part 1: Don't force wealth and glory, for if you don't force it, you will be ashamed.

If there is a place where you can stretch your legs, you must stretch your legs, and if you have to, shrink your head.

If the people around the house are gone, it will be difficult for me to keep my children and grandchildren when they grow up.

The emperor has made arrangements long ago, so there is no need to worry or worry.

"Sighing the World" Chapter 2: Everything is determined by God. Don't force it. Why bother to use tricks?

If you have three meals to eat, you will always be satisfied, and you will be able to take advantage of the wind.

When did trouble begin, and how long will it take to stop harming everyone?

It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. We should look back and look at the future.

"Feelings" If you don't refine elixirs and don't sit in meditation, you will eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are tired.

In his career, he is both a painter and a poet, tracing lace and willow edges.

The bodies in the mirror look young and old, and the couple in front of the lamp have the same full moon.

Thousands of happiness, thousands of drunkenness, idle people in the world and immortals on earth.

"Yan Huai" I have laughed and danced and sang wildly for fifty years, enjoying myself among the flowers and sleeping in the moon.

The name spreads all over the country, but no one cares about the lack of wine money in the waist.

I am ashamed to call myself the author of poems and poems, and many people call me a god.

These must be done diligently, without losing an inch of the sky in your heart.

"Poetry for King Ning" was recited into a four-rhyme poem without hesitation. Who should I talk to?

White heads are also good for hairpins and flowers, but the bright moon will hardly shine on the wine.

One day of leisure brings immeasurable blessings, and I spend a thousand years making fun of people. The day is full of right and wrong, and you ask me how I still don’t know?

"Sorrowful Ci" No wonder I am so young. A hairspring a hundred feet long is easy to get caught in.

How old is the spring without melancholy?

Where can I not be pitiful when I am in love?

There is snow on the cup of Duqu pear blossoms, and the fragrance of Baling grass is smoked in the dream.

The future is filled with golden tears, and the public case is filled with white bones and Zen.

The old queen thought that she should have no regrets, and she stood in front of the courtyard with a lamp in her clothes.

"Singing Wine to the Moon" When Li Bai was in front of him, there was a moon. Only Li Bai's poems can describe it.

Now that Li Bai has passed away, how full and waning is the moon in the blue sky?

Today people still sing Li Bai's poems, and the bright moon is still as bright as when Li Bai was alive.

I learn from Li Bai and understand the bright moon. Bai and the bright moon can know well!

Li Bai is as good at poetry as he is at wine, and I am as capable as drinking a thousand poems from a hundred cups.

Although I am not as talented as Li Bai, I expect Yingyue will not think I am ugly.

I will not board the emperor's ship, nor will I go to sleep in peace.

There is a thatched hut outside Gusu City, with thousands of trees and peach blossoms filling the sky.

"The Poor Man's Song" In the tenth dynasty, the wind and rain made him unconscious, and the eight wives and children all complained of hunger.

The letter is an innocent joke on me. No one comes to buy the fan-head poem.

The white-haired old man in Qingshan is stubborn, and his life of pen and inkstone is hard.

If the people in the paddy field on the lake don’t want it, who will buy my painting of Zhongshan?

The deserted village is surrounded by wind and rain, and the roosters are crowing, and the old wife is ashamed of her old wife.

I plan to sell a new bamboo shoot, but the price of bamboo shoots in the market is as low as mud.

I don't always work on calligraphy, painting, poetry, and make a living in it.

If you are willing to think that the money in Dou Li's bag is small, it will help Mr. become poor all day long.

The white door is covered with red hibiscus, and there are geese, ducks and wives and children next to each other.

It’s hard to imitate natural interests, and you won’t feel hungry even if you don’t smoke for three days.

Version of "The Song of Peach Blossom Temple": There is a peach blossom temple in Taohuawu, and there are peach blossom fairies under the peach blossom temple; the peach blossom fairies plant peach trees and pick peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.

When I'm sober, I just sit in front of flowers; when I'm drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers; half-awake and half-drunk day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year.