Seventeen lime songs
It’ s too easy to hit the mountains and burn them.
Broken to pieces, not afraid to leave innocence in people.
Shi Jihai’s Miscellaneous Poems
Far away from sorrow, the day is oblique and the whip is pointing to the east, that is, the end of the world
Falling red is not emotional, but spring mud protects flowers more.
Nineteen Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems II
Kyushu’s anger depends on the wind and thunder, and it’s sad to study it.
I advise God to regain his strength and drop talents without sticking to one pattern.
Ninety on a GateTower at Youzhou
And where, behind me, are the coming generations?, where, before me, are the ages that have gone?
Miss the world and weep alone.
91 bamboo and stone paintings
Insist that the green hills are not relaxed and rooted in the broken rocks;
It’s tough after thousands of blows, and the east, west, north and south winds
92 on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong
A stranger who lives alone in a foreign land misses his relatives every festive season.
There is one less person in the place where Yaozhi’s brother climbs the mountain.
Wang Anshi on the 93 rd yuan day
Firecrackers send warmth into Tu Su at the age of one except spring breeze.
Every day, new peaches are always replaced with old ones.
94 West Lake Lin Hong/Lin Sheng
When will the West Lake singing and dancing stop outside Qingshan Building outside the mountain?
Warm winds make tourists drunk and drive them straight to Bianzhou, Hangzhou
Ninetyfive small parks are not worth Ye Shi.
Should be suspected of fangs printing moss ten buckle Chai Fei nine no.
Spring can’t keep an almond out of the wall when the garden is full.
96 join the army
The bonfire shines in Xijing’s heart.
Ya Zhang said that Phoenix Que rode around Longcheng.
The snow is dark and the flag is dying.
Ning baifu wins a lifetime.
97 remembering my brothers on a moonlight night
A wanderer hears drums portending battle Bianqiu Yiyan
Lou, Bai Yue is my hometown tonight.
O my brothers, lost and scattered asked about life and death.
Send it short to what can I hope for during war?.
September night
Far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight watched alone in the boudoir.
Are too young to know where the Capital is, for our boy and girl, poor little babes
Her jadewhite shoulder is cold in the moon, her cloudy hair is sweet with mist
Rely on watching this bright light with no more tears? in vain.
Jiushijiu chunwang
And spring comes green again to trees and grasses, though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure
And lonely birds have sung their grief, where petals have been shed like tears
After the warfires of three months’s family arrived in Wanjin.
To hold the hairpins any more, I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin
One hundred to Du Shaofu Shuzhou.
City Que Fu San Qin Feng Yan Wang Wu Jin
Jun parting we two officials going opposite ways.
Hai Zhiji and heaven remains our neighbourhood