What are the poems about Hui?

1. "Four Watches Tower" Year: Tang Author:

Looking at the shadow of the building from the back of the mountain should be in harmony with the mountain. It's sunrise on the seat, and there are no chickens in the city.

Unlimited prostitutes, blowing sheng ascend the golden ladder. The wind blows the east of Luoyang, and the fragrance passes through the west of Luoyang.

Childe was drunk all night and didn't smell Zigui crying.

2. "The advantage of the moon" Time: Song Author: Ge Changgeng

Why the geese are late and the autumn garden is silent. Do not hate osmanthus, chrysanthemums are precious. Looking back, I look back at the sunset and listen to the bleak west wind. Infinite poetry and wine, I should have known.

3. The jade leaks late and the jade garden is cold in both ears. Time: Song Author:?

The green mandarin duck has cold ears. The warbler calls for a turn, and the spring breeze is fragrant. The fragrance of flowers is fragrant, so this degree of makeup is partial. Shuiyue Fairy Gardens are everywhere, and the West Lake is like a mirror. cigarette The onion is pointed wrong, and the lotus peak is flat. ?

It is expected that the kiosk will meet for the first time, the waves will be red, and the sleeves will fly with gold cakes. The building leans against the oblique light, and the ceremony is hidden. Ten thousand kinds of sleepy laughter, a little, gentle and affectionate. Hairpins are tired. Yingying has a charming shadow behind her lamp.

4. "Sweeping Flowers/Sweeping the Floor" Age: Song Author: Wang

Business has just started to flourish, and gradually it has a taste. Rustling is still alive. Tired journey. Hanging the shadow of a blue lantern on his back, singing and worrying. There is no evidence on and off, trying to set up a waste court. In what? But the leaves are all steps, only tall trees. ?

Recursive dream resistance. Old ears are hard to ban, and they are sick and sad. Therefore, the mountain courtyard is beautiful. I miss Bian Hong alone and whisper softly. Point harmony, drizzle banana. There is nowhere to hide. This carefree sadness is especially bitter at night.

5. "Three Poems of Jinling" Time: Song Author: Wang Anshi

The water in Chai Men is half-opened, and the branches of small bridges become moss.

Behind people clap willows, and it is not plums that blow incense in the compartment.