Wang Bo's poems are as follows.

Wei bingcao

[Tang] Wang Bo

Sign up for the wild age, don't be miserable. The floating smoke of Sichuan Ji converges, and the mountains are bright and shining. The eagle wind withered the late leaves, and the cicada dew cried the autumn branches. The pavilion is far away and the clouds are far away.

Beware of the immortals in your sight.

[Tang] Wang Bo

The jade shelf is hidden, and the old traces of Jintan are lost. Take the flowers to Zixi, and step on Qingxi under the leaves. The dew is still like milk, and the stone pulp is still like mud. Why climb a ladder when you can turn into wings?

The Long History of Autumn Farewell Kings

[Tang] Wang Bo

It's not a long journey, but it's a hundred years long. Wait for the sun in the west and change the beam in the north. The wild color cage is cold and foggy, and the mountain light gathers dusk smoke. In the end, it was hard to serve, and Wilder died.

Spend the night in Shenwan

[Tang] Wang Bo

Tianjin is facing a huge valley, and the village is in danger. The sound of the weir is silent, and the wind is deeper than the shadows of the trees. Jiangtong is at dusk, and Shannv is at night. At this time, my hometown is far away, and I would rather know the wandering heart.

Lin Tang Huaiyou

[Tang] Wang Bo

Fang Ping painted spring grass, and Xianjue weaved the morning glow. Horushan Waterway, opposite the flying flowers.

Live in Fengzhou at night.

[Tang] Wang Bo

Baoji resigned from the old service, and the fairy phoenix passed through the ruins. Here, near the city gate, the mountains are green and the moon is bright.

Return to the suburbs in spring

[Tang] Wang Bo

Leisure and hey, take a staff member to Yanquan. The grass is green for the new belt, and the elm is green for the old money. Fish beds invade the shore water, and birds travel into the mountains. Going to the mansion again, flowers and trees are full of spring fields.

Sleepwalking fairy

[Tang] Wang Bo

Servant on the river, trace on the side. There is a pair of spirits in the middle of the night. I climbed to the first place, but I crept back. Electric strategy drives the dragon lantern, and the smoke path is embarrassing. Take the moon to wear a gold medal, even the stars will solve Joan Pei. It is easy to go back to Russia, but it is difficult to swim again. Loneliness and reverie, qi zhou is a relic. Vulgarity is not my hometown, why not let the dust fly?

Sitting on the mountain at night

[Tang] Wang Bo

Hold the piano and open the outdoor room, and bring wine to your lover. Don't be like a family in spring.

Pei was injured and lost her child.

[Tang] Wang Bo

The blue frost is early and the truffles are deep. The scattered beads are gone, and the incense pin is heavy. Luwen leaves the grass, and the smoke shines on the flat forest. Cheese burns empty and sighs, and hates gold.

Give Li fourteen songs.

[Tang] Wang Bo

Wild people think of Mao Yu, while people in mountainous areas like bamboo forests. The piano is condescending, and the wind and moon are looking for it. The path is suitable for grass, and the empty court never tires of flowers. Poetic life, fairy home I will be happy. Bamboo scattered in three paths, flying flowers all around. Never in Yang Zi's house, no one from Shogen. The wind feast tunes laurel trees and the moon diameter draws rattan cups. Straight into the garden, the study looks at dawn.

Rohualuo

[Tang] Wang Bo

Falling flowers are lonely. Green leaves reflected Dan calyx, followed Pei Jun back to the Golden Pavilion. Shadow brush makeup order and hawksbill banquet, dogwood curtain in the ballroom. Falling flowers fly into the curtain. Spring is full, and spring people don't return. Falling flowers, the atmosphere around tall trees. Spring has been complicated, and spring people ignore it. The pavilion is quiet and idle, and the red scarf is returned. In the prime of life, it's hard to climb. Try to swim in the fallen flowers in Fudan and stay in the fallen flowers at dusk. I fell out of the garden with you, and a double fan appeared on the stage.

last month of spring

[Tang] Wang Bo

The guest's heart is tired for thousands of miles, and the spring is once. I also hurt the North Garden and saw the fallen flowers flying.

Poems by Teng Wangge

[Tang] Wang Bo

Wang Teng Linjiang Pearl, Ming Luan continues to sing and dance. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk. The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion

[Tang] Wang Bo

Zhang Yu old county, Hongdu new home. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected with Lu Heng. Three rivers and five lakes in Jin, controlling barbarians and attracting Ouyue. Wuhua Tianbao, the dragon lamp shoots the bull fighting market; Outstanding people, Xu Ru got off Chen Fan's couch. Xing Chi Cai Jun Xiongzhou fog column. At the turn of summer, the host and guest are all in the southeast. The commander-in-chief Gong Yanyi is elegant, and the halberd is in the distance; Fan Yi of Yuwen Xinzhou is temporarily stationed. Ten days holiday, win friends like a cloud; Welcome to the wedding. Teng Jiao, a poet of Meng; Purple electric paste is General Wang's armory. Home is slaughter, Tao is name; What does a boy know? Bowing is always the winner. When Wei is in September, the sequence belongs to Sanqiu. The water is used up. ...

Wang Ye in early spring.

[Tang] Wang Bo

The spring tide is white, the mountains are long and the water is clear. In a foreign land, flowers and willows are reflected in the pavilion.

Duijiu spring garden Zuo

[Tang] Wang Bo

Throw it under the mountain pavilion and carry the wine river beam. Narrow water and long mirrors, high flowers send fragrance. Many songs are like songs, and butterflies dance. Drunk naturally, not just thinking about the light of the year.

Wing style

[Tang] Wang Bo

Su Su is cool and beautiful, and my forest is clean. Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain. There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love. The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.

No, Xue Hua.

[Tang] Wang Bo

There are many difficult roads ahead, and only one person found his way in a hurry. On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body. Thoughts are wandering and life is short. Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream.

Two outbound mountains

[Tang] Wang Bo

There is no water source, but if there is someone in the mountain. Move the stone before driving the sheep, and the rabbit will throw the towel. In late autumn, the cave is cold, and the rock is old and new. The peak of the mountain is obliquely connected with the wings of birds, and scales are stacked on it. Stand tall for a thousand years, Yuan Gui six generations of spring. Clouds can drive away today, and the sea becomes dust itself. First frost, the first month is in the sky. Return to Lingcui River and fly to control Qingcen. The rock is deep but the stove is not deep, and the stream destroys the stone canal. The palace is near the clouds, and the mountains and rivers are outside. The jade altar perches at dusk, and the pearl cave bears autumn shadows. Stay away from the mundane and disturb homesickness. Who wants to travel, often hurts people.