Tang zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Revisit the Temple of Yuzhi in Gusu.
Don Xu Hun
In the early autumn of Gaowu, the old corridor meets the old place.
Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint.
Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.
Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass.
Duwujiang
Dondum
When there are few people in the museum, the nights are longer, and the trees in Gusu City are far away.
There are many tall buildings on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers are cool in the radio and television in autumn.
The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass.
Poets in the garden should think more, and don't be drunk and sing songs that cover up han tang.