To the North-flying Wild Geese
Why won’t you stay on Southern RThe Breeze
Soughing, the cool breeze blows;Hard Is the Way of the World
Pure wine in golden cup costs teThe Cicada
Of autumn the cicada sings;In prThe Lakeside Land
Over the riverside grass falls aMilitia Woman—Inscription on a Photo
So bright and brave, with riflesPlaying on Lute
How seven strings are clear andFalling Flowers
The guest has left my tower highThe Mourning Day
清明时节雨纷纷, A drizzling rain falls石灰吟 Song of the Lime
ou come out of deep mountains af
