Banished poems

Enjoy Lotte and meet Liu Yuxi's first banquet in Yangzhou in Tang Dynasty.

The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.

People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.

I left and moved to Languan to show my nephew Xiang.

Han Yu

A letter in the sky, eight thousand in Chaoyang Road at night.

If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!

Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.

Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.

From Liuzhou Tower to Zhang, Ding, Feng and Lian Counties

Frightened winds and chaotic lotus waters, dense rain obliquely invaded the walls of the State of Guo.

We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs.

* * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home.

Autumn Ci (1) has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I said that autumn wins spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky. (2) The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty, and several trees are deep red and light yellow. Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.

Inscribed on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain.

In the lunar month, geese began to fly south. It is said that they flew to Dayuling, and they all turned back. I wonder, will my own trip to the south be turned back? (2) The river stopped at low tide, and the forest was filled with mist. But tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white, with plum trees at home.

In October of the lunar calendar, geese begin to fly south. It is said that they all turned back when they flew to Dayuling. Birds don't get in, but my trip is not over. I really don't know when and when I will be forgiven. The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the mountains were dark, and the miasma was thick and could not be dispersed. I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see: the first red plum on that mountain.

Su Shi, Han Yu and Liu Zongyuan. Take a look.