A poem describing anxious encounters.

On the stranger, the birds crow and smoke, and the fish scales wrinkle and the water wrinkles. Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you. -"Mourning Poems" (Qing) Wang Shizhen

Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention. Wang Wei, Acacia (Tang)

Yi Jian Song Mei Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant and jade is lingering in autumn. I can untie Luo Shang and go to the Dutch boat alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Sauvignon Blanc Tang Libai

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an, sings in the winding latitude, sings in the golden jinglan, is slightly frosty and cold in the pool, and is swaying in the high lights; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain and stare at the moon with many sighs, as lonely as a flower. From the center and above the cloud, I see the blue and depth of the sky, with green waves, and my soul flies far and wide. Can I dream of going through the portal and crossing the mountain? Sauvignon Blanc, heartbreaking!

Autumn wind speaks to Tang Libai.

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves are still scattered, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. When you meet acacia, you will know when. At this time, this night is awkward, and I am homesick. I know I am lovesick, I am lovesick, I am lovesick, I am infinitely short. If I had known this, I would have stirred people's hearts. Why didn't you know each other at first?

Li Zhiyi, operator of the Northern Song Dynasty

I live at the head of the Yangtze River and the monarch is at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When will this hatred be? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss me!

Untitled Tang Li Shangyin

Last night's stars and last night's wind were in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. Although my body didn't have wings like bright phoenix, I felt the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, passing through the wine in spring. When it warmed me, I prompted you how to bet. There, group after group, we rolled dice under the crimson light until a drum rolled. Alas, call me to my duty and I rode on me.

Untitled Tang Li Shangyin

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never-ending, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? !

Untitled Tang Li Shangyin

The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here. I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.