(Poetry Style). Volume 292 The following is copied from the source: All Tang Poetry Volume 291 Yang Ling
Volume 291_1 奉酬韦滁州寄示杨凌
淮扬为郡暇，坐惜流芳歇。 I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
Colume 291_2 Merry Traveling Eve Yang Ling
The Cangzhou Island is looking at the road to the east, and I have a pathos in my travels. The cicadas follow the shore at Fengpu, and the gulls turn to the stream at Shading.
The moon is on the stars in the open sky, and the night in the water country is full of autumn. I'm not sure who can bear to hold on to my memories, but I'll return to the south in a boat.
Column 291_3 Zhongling Snow Night Payment to Friend Yang Ling
The poor wax is pushing the year to hurry, the spring is timid and song. The lamps are flickering on the walls, and the snow is penetrating the windows at night.
The road back to the mountains and rivers is dangerous, and tourists dream of passing through. I'm not going to be able to get to Longzhou, but I'm going to be able to get to Longzhou in the evening," he said.
Column 291_4 Runzhou Water Tower Yang Ling
Returning to the heart can not stay, snow laurel a clump of autumn. The moon in the empty river is raining leaves, and the fireflies are flying on the white dew island.
The wild cicadas depend on a single tree, the water Guo with a lonely building. The first thing you need to do is to look at the mountains and the rivers, and think about the miles and miles of travel.
Scroll 291_5 Yang Ling, the Autumn Moon on the River
Long geese sent home, the detained feeling is the year Yin. The yellow leaves are all over the place in the fall, and the blue clouds are deep in the twilight.
The color of the moon on the Wujiang River, the sound of the wind Chu wood forest. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
Volume 291_6 Yang Ling in front of the pavilion of double hibiscus
The group of jade open double hibiscus, Dan Rong to the reddish-red veil. The smoke is suspicious of the fire, and the rain is strange to the Xia.
To the evening to fight for the resignation of the stamen, to meet the morning to fight for the hair of the flower. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of you, and then I'll be able to get the best out of you," he said.
Column 291_7 Spring in the small garden, looking at the palace pond willow color Yang Ling
Superior garden leisurely tour early, the east wind willow color light. The water in the pool is so bright that it is not easy to see.
Spring has come and gone, and the leaves are not yet formed. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it," he said.
Not only is the fragrance good, but also because of the rain and dew glory. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Column 291_8 Sending Guests to Yangling, Mutsuzhou
The water is wide and the sky is far away from the south, and the lonely boat goes to the remote place. I was shocked to see a guest on the road in the fall, and I heard a few cicadas at sunset.
Column 291_9 Sending a guest to Yang Ling in Shu
Three thousand li of Shu in the west, and the water of Banan on the other side. The clouds are broken in the sky at dawn, and the moon is long in the gorge at night.
Column 291_10 Yang Ling in Hedi River
The flowers fall in a thousand dances, and the warbler sings a hundred songs. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of it, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
Scroll 291_11 Yang Ling, the wind in the river
White waves darken the river, and the road to Nanling is impassable. The sails of the high mast are full, so don't call out to the wind when you go out of the river.
Column 291_12 Yang Ling's "Broken Fan"
Powder falls from the empty bed and is discarded, dust is born from the old suitcase. I have no half of it, and I can't help but feel sad about the breakup of my love.
Column 291_13: Yang Ling's Worries
The road of mountains and waters is long, and it is fatiguing to stay at the beach. The winds of the west river are not yet favorable, when will I reach Jingzhou?
Column 291_14 The matter of sending a person Yang Ling
The day of the Chinese forbidden to sound the bell wants to be high, the north window interjection pillow look often tickle.
It is lonely and mossy, and only the spring breeze cries for Burao.
Column 291_15 Early Spring Snow Yang Ling
New Year's rain and snow less sunny, repeatedly lost the search for plums to see the willow.
The letter from my hometown is as early as the return of the geese, and the river spring is cold and late with the old yin and yin.
Column 291_16 Farewell to Yang Ling
The beacons in the mountains and rivers are frequent day after day, and the mountains and rivers are full of old smoke and dust.
The Dragon Spring Sword is the only thing I've ever carried in my life, and I'm ashamed to ask the old man about it.
Column 291_17 Autumn Wild Hope Yang Ling
The guest geese came in the fall and met each other again and again, and the letters from home were sent frequently.
The sun sets and the clouds return to the sky, and I can see countless peaks on the green mountains.
Column 291_18 Spring Calyx House South Winking Palace Warbler Yang Ling
The auspicious smoke and gas come light in the morning, the willows change the flowers bloom *** for the sunshine.
The yellow bird cries far away from the jaybird view, the spring breeze flows out of the phoenix city.
Column 291_19 Mingfei complains about Yang Ling
Mingfei of the Han Dynasty never returns, and her horse carries the strings and pipes to the Yinshan Mountain.
Even though there is a mirror in the box, I am ashamed to show my old face to Shan Yu.
Colume 291_20 Yang Ling
The peach and plum blossoms in the southern garden have fallen, and the spring wind shakes the empty branches in loneliness. (Poetry Style)