A profusion of flowers begins to dazzle the eye; the short grass barely covers the horses' hooves.
A Spring Outing by Qiantang Lake
Poetry
Find poetry between the lines.
Boundless falling leaves rustle down; the endless Yangtze comes rolling on.
Ascending a Height
The bright moon shines between the pines; a clear spring flows over stones.
Autumn Dusk at a Mountain Dwelling
To see a thousand miles farther, climb one more story.
Ascending Stork Tower
I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it, thinking of home.
Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Rather die upon the branch, still holding my fragrance，than ever be blown down in the north wind.
Chrysanthemums in the Cold / Painting Chrysanthemums
低声问向谁行宿，城上已三更。— Softly I ask, at whose place will you spend the night? Above the city walls, it is already the third watch.
A Youth's Journey · A Bingzhou Knife Gleams Like Water
The lotus fragrance fades, its green leaves wither; the west wind stirs sorrow among green waves.
Expanded Washing Stream Sand · Lotus Fragrance Fades, Green Leaves Wither
日高烟敛，更看今日晴未。— The sun is high and the mist draws back; look again to see whether today has cleared.
To the Tune “Niannujiao” · Spring Feelings
四面边声连角起，千嶂里，长烟落日孤城闭。— Frontier sounds rise on every side with the horns; amid a thousand mountain walls, long smoke and the setting sun surround a lone city with its gates shut.
To the Tune “The Fisherman’s Pride” · Autumn Thoughts
At sunset, no one is on the pine-lined path; ghostly fires flicker high and low.
Nian Nu Jiao · Ascending Stone City, Using Dongpo's Rhymes in Their Original Order
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