A poem containing the word Yang.

1. The willows on the river level are green, and there are bursts of songs on the Langya River.

2. Huayang has fallen, and Wendaolong has crossed the five streams.

3. Until a child of Yang's family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, no one knew her.

4. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.

5. Where will you wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon.

Jing Tian Shachun

The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.

Willow swings the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.

A bell ringing in the rain

It's too late for Changting. At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who can say!

The south of the monk in a quatrain

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.