Shiliting poetry

Tang Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man: The flat forest is boundless, the haze is boundless, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad. There is no one over Wang Jie, and birds are eager to fly. Where to return, the pavilion is shorter

Song Liu Yong's Yulin Order: Cold cicadas wail, pavilions are late, and showers begin to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. 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. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. 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 are you talking to?

In the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Xiucai was sent to Chizhou to pay homage to Wu DuDu: Chiyang was saddled and Shili Pavilion was full of grass. The clothes cover the obstacles and the wind is fine, and the sword is light and snowy. In the sunny suburbs, the soul of my hometown is broken, and the trees are crying and dreaming. Xinglang, the host of the South Pavilion, waved his whip and asked for directions.

Zhou Bangyan's poem "Warrior Lanling Willow" in Song Dynasty: "Liu Yin is straight, cut tobacco. On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered to bid farewell. Who knows how tired Beijing guests are when they visit their old country? Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet. Looking for old traces, drinking and mourning strings, leaving a watch and light. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food. Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth. Mourning, hate accumulation! Farewell is lingering, Tianjin is quiet and silent, and the sunset is endless in spring. Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Meditation on the past is like a dream with dark tears. "

Farewell of Li Shutong (Master Hongyi): Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green, the wind blows the flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. Life is once in a blue moon, only parting. Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, Cao Qingtian asked when to return here, so don't hesitate when you come. The world is short, and all corners of the earth are friends. Let's say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.