Lantian jade Shi's related poems

Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step. I'm worried about hunger and cold dragons,

Blue creek is not innocent. The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.

The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years. The wind and rain in the sloping mountains and cypresses,

The rope hanging at the foot of the spring is green and curled up. The village is cold and white, and there are no babies. (Author: Tang Dynasty poet Wei)

The government expropriated Ding Bai, the word aquamarine. There is no one at night,

Stay in the deep hazel rain. The only daughter has food to pay back, and the south China mourns. (Author: Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin)

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.