Huang Fan Chao in Tibetan Poetry

Gold is always there,

An extraordinary longing for the past.

All fifty-nine.

The oriole is unbranched,

Transcendently admire the gesture of the door.

People who talk a lot.

Qi Yan

Yellow and white impurities are hard and fine,

Two leisure time.

Mortals strive for small profits.

The oriole lingered and left the old friend,

Beyond the pleasures of the world.

All the theories are clear.

I'll give you another interesting example:

Yellow makes flies miserable,

Ignoring God and worrying about the sky.

All these men and women,

It's really better than Gu Song.

Why is Wei Jie angry?

The great monarch has four eyes.