Volume 301: 001 "Inscribed on Zen Master Boyan's Shadow Hall" (Wang Jian)

The brick pagoda in the mountain is closed, but the Panasonic Shadow Hall is new. I wish I didn't know it before I was born, but now I am ceremonially painting myself.

Volume 301: 002〖Giving away〗(Wang Jian)

He Ting collects the wine vessels and talks about everything. Looking back and not meeting each other, driving in the autumn rain.

Volume 301: 003 "Two Poems of Spring" (Wang Jian)

It is a pleasant farewell to the sun, knowing that the cold food will return. Due to the good weather, I taught you how to iron and look at floral clothes.

Who is the owner of the apricot orchard? One branch is in Guqi. From the injury of early spring, I beg for branches to bloom.

Volume 308:001 "Tai Liao Ge" (Zhang Zhihe)

The spirit of transformation is great, the blue sky is clear, and the red clouds are bright. It is dark and boundless, but the work of transformation has no boundaries.

Volume 308: 002 "Empty Song" (Zhang Zhihe)

Nothing is spontaneous, the origin of nature; nothing is created, it is the end of creation. The outline is clear and the shape is round. It is possible to observe with the reflection of you and the reflection of you.

Volume 308:003 "Song of the Fisherman" (Zhang Zhihe)

In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

Volume 333: 001 "I will send this to Zheng Yuanwai in Lushan Mountain and Fu Chushi in Shu County" (Yang Juyuan)

If you have many worries and worries, you will have no reason to have a good time. Leading Chi Jiayin, the stars will continue to circulate. Peng Lang is extremely beautiful, but the situation is poverty and sorrow. The fallen leaves are covered with bricks in the cold, and the lights are dimly lit at night. Open the piano and clear the strings, peek at the moon and overlook the clear stream. The wild geese are flying slowly, and the curtains are rustling in autumn. I chant with regret at the stone gate, and admire the jade chicken tour. As if covered with color, Chonglan hides Fangzhou.

Volume 333:002〖No sight alone〗(Yang Juyuan)

The east wind is bright and sunny, and the willows and flowers are like sleet. They are competing for the same purpose and serving the same purpose, quarreling over the acacia fan. The fragrance spreads to Jia Niang's hands, and the powder leaves He Lang's face. What I hate most is that when the curtains are rolled up, the feelings are gone.

Volume 333:003〖Title Zhao Mengzhuang〗(Yang Juyuan)

Even if a treasure turns to dust, friends remain like threads. Everyone flatters themselves when they ascend to the hall, but it is difficult to meet each other when they are on the road. Yi Jun Dun San Yi, decadence and customary period changed. The heart unites with the orchid, and the energy unites with the frost. The clouds have been lying on the stone gate for a long time, and the flowers in the jade cave have been searched everywhere. Wang Jun Ai Jingqi, Laozhou County, Liangchong. Yan Hongqiu is further away, Tianma Han is getting stronger. I would like to serve Mr. Guo and write a few volumes in the green bag.

Volume 352: 001 "Climbing Mount Ashan in Liuzhou" (Liu Zongyuan)

On an autumn afternoon in the barren mountains, I feel alone and leisurely. How to look at the hometown? To the northwest is Rongzhou.

Volume 352:002〖Get the book from Lu Hengzhou and send it in poems〗(Liu Zongyuan)

Don't sigh at the Yanfang when it's steaming, just a few lines to announce the arrival of autumn geese. The mountains to the east of Linyi are like halberds, and the water to the south is like soup. The pitter-patter of coriander leaves contains autumn mist, and the exquisite oranges and pomeloes shine through the setting sun. If you are not a guest at Baipingzhou, you will ask Xiaoxiang from afar.

Volume 352:003〖Answer to Liu Lianzhou Bangzi〗(Liu Zongyuan)

It is difficult to double the bib, but the separated talisman stabs Xiaobang. The dripping water falls under the collapsing clouds, and the splitting arrows go up to the Xunjiang River. The crossbow crows in the cold weather, and the singing tree frightens the night. It's good to pity Junshan from afar, but Xie Shou is near the window.

Volume 356: 001 "Changing Song" (Liu Yuxi)

Boshan spits out fragrant mist, and red candles lead to the dressing area. How is the night? It's a long night. The neighboring chickens haven't crowed yet and the wild geese are spending their time in the cold. In front of the courtyard, there are pine and osmanthus trees covered with snow, and sarongs are hung here and there under the corridor. The hall is filled with drunken guests chatting and laughing, and the pipa is noisy in the background.

Volume 356: 002 "Travel to Taoyuan" (Liu Yuxi)

The fishing boat floats on the Wuling River. Tuo Lun threw the bait and the message flowed away, straying into the peach garden for several miles. I searched for all the flowers in Qingyuan, and walked on the flowers to find the path to the cave. The door of the cave is filled with black smoke, and you can only walk a few steps in the dark until you encounter a false light. The common people are so frightened that they come to deliver speeches. Why is this so far? For a moment, everyone's face was broken by the ice and snow, and they smiled and asked about the hardships of the world. Because I came to plant jade in hiding, I didn’t know that the world is like a candle in the wind. The banquet is humiliating, the stone marrow is used to encourage guests to have a meal, and the lamps are burned with rosin to stay at the guesthouse. The sound of chickens and dogs can be heard in the distance, and the green cage is covered with five clouds at dawn. The fisherman got up and went out, and the courtyard was filled with flowers. I am afraid of losing my hometown and county, and I don't want to live in Taoyuan for a breath. The stream full of peach blossoms is like a mirror, and the heart of dust is like dirt that cannot be washed away. There is no trace of the immortal family as soon as they leave, and there are many mountains and rivers till now.

Volume 356: 003 "Autumn Moon in Dongting" (Liu Yuxi)

The autumn moon in Dongting rises in the center of the lake, and the waves are like molten gold.

The solitary wheel is slowly turning, the light is uncertain, and the swimming energy is obscured by the cold mirror. It was the middle of autumn with white dew, the lake was flat and the moon was rising above the sky. Yueyang tower is at dusk, and the ripples have passed through Shandong. The mountain city is green and silent at night, and the water and moon meander around the city in white. The boy is rowing the oar and singing about the bamboo branches, and the dealer is playing the Qiang flute. The potential is high, the Yin force is full for a long time at night, and the golden energy is solemn and the stars are blooming. Floating clouds and wild horses return to the fourth generation, looking at the stars in the sky. The sky rooster calls out to each other as the dawn glow rises, and the shadows conceal their light to let the morning sun rise. The sunrise is noisy and people are busy, and the scenery is so clear at night that it is beyond human.

The above is excerpted from all Tang poems