Jingye Thoughts There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown.

Looking at Lushan Waterfall, the incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance.

Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky. A gift to Wang Lun Li Bai was about to leave in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me.

Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain, all the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is gone.

I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Farewell to the Monk of Donglin Temple. At the place where guests are seen off in Donglin, the moon rises and the white ape crows.

Smiling goodbye, Lushan Mountain is far away, so why bother crossing Huxi River.

At night, we went to Zhenglu Pavilion and sailed down to Guangling.

The moon is bright and the soldiers are marching to the pavilion.

Mountain flowers are like embroidered cheeks.

The fire in the river is like a firefly.

The egret flies under the autumn water, flying alone like falling frost.

My mind is free and I haven't left yet, I am next to the independent sandbank.

In the summer mountains, I swing my white feather fan lazily, naked in the green forest.

Take off your towel and hang it on the stone wall, exposing the top to let in the pine breeze.

Qiupu Song The fire illuminates the world.

Red stars and purple smoke.

Nanlang on a moonlit night.

Songs move Hanchuan.

Qiupu Song: My white hair is three thousand feet tall, and my fate is as long as my head.

I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror.

Look at Tianmen Mountain. Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point.

The green mountains on both sides of the strait stand out from each other, and a solitary sail comes from the sun.

Q&A in the Mountain Ask me why I want to live in Bishan.

Laughing without answering makes you feel at ease.

The peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly disappeared.

There is no other world than this world.

Departing early from Baidi City. Farewell to Baidi among the colorful clouds. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Travel to Lanling Wine and Tulip.

The jade bowl holds amber light.

But it makes the host drunk.

I don’t know where is a foreign country.

Autumn falls on Jingmen, frost falls on Jingmen and the trees above the river are empty.

The canvas sails are fine in the autumn wind.

This trip is not for bass.

The famous mountain of self-love comes into Shanzhong.

He and Shi Langzhongqin listened to the flute playing in the Yellow Crane Tower. One day they moved to Changsha.

Looking west to Chang'an, I can't see my home.

The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower.

Plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.

On the military march, the horse is newly riding on a white jade saddle.

After the battle, the moonlight was cold on the battlefield.

The sound of iron drums at the top of the city is still shaking.

The blood of the golden knife in the box is still wet.

Going down to Jiangling, paying homage to the White Emperor among the colorful clouds, a thousand miles to Jiangling is returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

One of the three Qingping tunes: Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon.

Two of three poems in Qingping Diao A branch of red dew condenses with fragrance, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.

May I ask who is similar to the Han Palace?

Poor Feiyan relies on her new makeup.

No. 3 of the Three Qing Ping Diao poems. Famous flowers make the country happy, and the king often laughs at it.

To explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north.

Presented to Wang Lun Li Bai was about to travel in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.

Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling. My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descend on Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

On a spring night in Luocheng, I heard the sound of a flute. The sound of someone's jade flute flew darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng.

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.

Jingye Thoughts The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

Looking at the Lushan Waterfall, the sun is shining on the incense burner and the purple smoke is rising. From a distance, I can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river, flying down three thousand feet. It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky!

Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain, all the birds are flying high.

Gu Yun is alone.

I never get tired of seeing each other.

There is only Jingting Mountain. Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward and returns straight to the north.

The green mountains on both sides of the strait stand out from each other, and a solitary sail comes from the sun.

Emei Mountain Moon Song The half-moon of Emei Mountain casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River.

The clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night, and I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you.

When we meet in the world of mortals, we hold the golden whip high.

Among the ten thousand households in the Chuiyang Village, Jun’s family is over there.