112 times beigushan
My boat and I, along green water, under blue mountains we wound our way
With no wind stirring my lone sail, until the banks at low tide widened
And the old year melts in freshets, …Night now yields to a sea of sun
Xiang Chu da wildgeese, homing to Loyang
113 Jinse
Jinseduan 50string each with its flowerlike fret an interval of youth
The springheart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo, the sage Chuangzi is daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies
There are tears in the sea and the moon, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever was already disconsolate at that time.
114 Denggao
Birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand, in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering
Edgefallen wood rustling while I watch the long river always rolling on.
And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone, a frequent visitor to Wan Li in autumn.
Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples is down and out, and the new wine has stopped.
115 Yellow Crane Tower
Yellow Crane Tower in where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven.
The yellow crane never revisited earth is full of white clouds.
And Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses, every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water
At sunset, it’s a misty river that makes people worry.
One hundred and sixteen moved to the left to show my nephew Xiang in blue.
A letter played in the morning and evening belittled Chaozhou Road Thousand.
If you want to be holy and eliminate evils, you will decline and cherish the old age!
Where is Yunheng Qinling’s home? Snow holds the blue horse back
Knowing that you are far away, you should be interested in collecting my bones from the riverside.
Shu Xiang
Looking for in a deep pine grove near the City of Silk at the Prime Minister’s Ancestral Temple
With the green grass of spring colouring the steps oriole has a good voice.
Three cares and frequent troubles, two dynasties to help the old minister’s heart
And heroes have wept on their coats ever since, but before he could conquer, he was dead
Yiyiyou Shanxi village
Moxiao peasantstyle la JIU hun feng nian Liu ke zu Ji tun
The mountain is heavy and the water is heavy, and the road is full of doubts.
Xiao Gu follows the simple and ancient style of the Spring Club.
From now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon and knock at the door at night when you are leaning on a stick.
Question 119
Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted Dongfeng Li Bai Hua Can
And the silkworms of spring will weave until they die wax torch turns to ashes and tears dry.
Yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song, mornings in her mirror she sees her haircloud changing
A diligent exploration of the bluebird from Pengshan to Duolu
One hundred and twenty memorials (1)
There is only reverence for his face, zhuge’s prestige transcends the earth
Was only as one feather against a flaming sky, yet his will, among the Three Kingdoms at war
See Ilu and in time would have surpassed the greatest of all statesmen.
Though he knew there was no hope for the House of Han is determined to annihilate the army.
121 Yanmen Taishouhang
Dark clouds crush the city to destroy the golden scales of armor and light to the sun.
The corners of the sky are full of autumn colors, and Yan fat condenses into night purple.
Half a roll of red flag, easy water frost, heavy drum and cold.
I reported that Huang Jintai wanted to take Yulong Jun to death.
122 both sides of the yellow river recaptured by the imperial army
Outside the sword, thistles were suddenly harvested in North at first I cannot check the tears from pouring on my coat.
But I’m ecstatic about my wife’s sorrow in a poem.
And loud my song and deep my drink’s youth returns home with friends.
Back from this mountain, past another mountain then Xiangyang to Luoyang.