Author: Lao Ding
The ink dance forest blooms in full bloom, and the fragrant and fertile fields dye the clouds.
Poetry Hu Butterfly affectionately complained, if the pearl is happy.
Passion [Seven Laws]
寂寞纤云飞远去，琼楼夜静朔风寒。
Hua holds Taiyue's broad mind and his vision of East Lake.
A song of clear strings urging the willows, very good moon leaning on the railing.
Chang Shu Zhuang ambition to travel the world, clear water and silver sand over the beach.
Spring morning into the poem
Author: Li Hongbin
Wake up early and lie sleepless, push the window to see the birds.
The cry is rolling, and the shadow is lingering.
The alleys are in a hurry, and the Hengtang flowers are spreading.
The scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the spring is full of words.
Tea Picking [Seven Laws]
Author: Chong Xufeng
The spring breeze overnight urges the jade buds, and the basket is worn to take advantage of the morning glow.
The turtledove has no intention of crying and falling, and the wild woman walks obliquely as she likes.
The black fingers are stained with new leaves, and the mud shoes are not sorry for the old career.
The owner asked each other across the ridge, is the price of Xilong commendable today?
Singing on a Rainy Night [Seven Laws]
Author: Zhang Gen
The day and rain did not accept it overnight, and the lone lamp accompanied me to sit in the study building.
In the middle of the night, I still feel cold, and the old man knows that he is ashamed.
Since ancient times, people have worked hard, and now stupid birds are more pursuing.
Bitter years to realize the dream, do not make the idle there is a reason.