Wandering around hsinchu, talking about pink dyeing Zhu-Bai Juyi's later prosperity.
The wind is clear, the moss and rain are slightly blue-Bai Juyi's Bamboo Stone in the North Window.
Nine clouds break the soul and cry, lovesickness and blood, green branches-Xiao Zhongshan by Jiang Kui.
The moth's eyebrows are shining, singing, sprinkling wine and gathering flies. -Liu Zikai's Summer Songs.
The shadow moves like a jade toad, and the blade remains the same —— Zhu Shihua's Modern Times
My eyes are only three and a half months old, and I am lazy and full of narration —— Huang Zhou's Xing Wu Silkworm Ci.
The leaves are light green, and the golden flowers smile in autumn —— Qian Qi's Lilac Tree on the Pond.
Xiang Yun's curtain is full of tears, the sound is in my ears, and the jade hangs down, which makes me feel soft and gentle —— Xin Qiji's "Jiang Shenzi"
Goose cries, Xiang Yun tears, people meet and fall —— Taoist Wang Kekuan plays the piano.
Stone is cold with ancient moss, while water is cold with weight —— A Summer Visit to Haotian View with Ershilang and Secretary Yan
Wu Guang's full moon is low, and the shadow breaks the wind —— Ode to the banners in front of xingguo temple Buddhist Temple by Li Shimin.