A poem with the word ting.

Rely on the dangerous pavilion, hate like grass, and you will still live.

After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red.

Let me get stuck in it?

Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me.

what can I do? Happiness flows gradually with the water.

Broken strings, less fragrance, as late as flying flowers.

Foggy, rainy and sunny. Positive pin setting. My sad thoughts were deep, and suddenly the cry of an oriole came at me.

On Jiangchengzi Lake and Zhang Xian (Su Shi)

It's raining in Fenghuang Mountain, Chu Qing. The water is clear and the setting sun is bright. A hibiscus, the past is still ying ying. Where do the double herons fly? Mu Pingting if you are interested.

Suddenly I heard a sadness and joy on the river. Bitter and affectionate, who will listen? Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement. I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks.

Bird watching Ouyang xiu

I'm being slandered here, and every time I smell a clever word, it should be disgusting.

Spring in the mountain city is bitter and lonely, and I always hate it without grace.

Flowers bloom and birds talk, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death and friends with flowers and birds.

Flowers can smile at me, and birds advise me to drink without mercy.

It's beautiful to drink at leisure, so as not to scatter birds.

The barren spirit is all on the bank of Chuze, and Li Sao wakes up haggard and sad.

Maple leaves are colorful and autumn colors are pleasing to the eye, and Tingting dances with the elves.

Is it okay?