/Walking along a path, I found a footprint on the moss. After a while, the clouds fell low on the quiet lake, and the grass was sweet with an idle door. A pine tree that has become greener because of rain, a stream that originated from the mountain source. Mixed with truth, I have forgotten what to say.
/I faced this enchanted hut, the courtyard of five cities in heaven, and I saw a village, which was blue and quiet after a long rain. The Qin tree in the emerald remote area of Xiaoshan, the sound of the anvil of the Han Palace news cold Qiu Lai. The empty altar is clear and scattered, and the small hole is fragrant with grass. Who needs to aspire to a world beyond this world? Here, among people, are purple hills!
/The wall of Hanyang stands in the clouds in the distance, which is another day of sailing alone. Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc. My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums.
/Your seven strings sound like the cold wind in the pine forest. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
/incompetence in Qing dynasty, love lonely clouds and love monks. I want to send the crowd to the rivers and seas, and I want to look up at Zhaoling in Leyuan Scenic Area.
Lin Tian Xiang Yan likes quiet autumn.
The west wind is full of water and quiet.
Going back to my hometown in spring,
Xiang Si solves all kinds of worries.
Tell the truth honestly and frankly,
Love beautiful women like jade.
Waiting for the perfect day,
The heart is happy until dawn.
Polish your husband's stomach and hide a captain's head. Cite books and introduce media, Wen Muxie.
Keep the front hidden and the momentum is amazing.
The ink bamboo is half-edged, the wind blows the fragrance, the sword edge is sharpened, and the plum blossom is fragrant. They said that the wild goose flew here to turn back, and this month it was from the cold. I wonder, will my own trip to the south be turned back? ? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
/Walking along a path, I found a footprint on the moss. After a while, the clouds fell low on the quiet lake, and the grass was sweet with an idle door. A pine tree that has become greener because of rain, a stream that originated from the mountain source. Mixed with truth, I have forgotten what to say.
/I faced this enchanted hut, the courtyard of five cities in heaven, and I saw a village, which was blue and quiet after a long rain. The Qin tree in the emerald remote area of Xiaoshan, the sound of the anvil of the Han Palace news cold Qiu Lai. The empty altar is clear and scattered, and the small hole is fragrant with grass. Who needs to aspire to a world beyond this world? Here, among people, are purple hills!
/The wall of Hanyang stands in the clouds in the distance, which is another day of sailing alone. Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc. My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums.
/Your seven strings sound like the cold wind in the pine forest. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
/incompetence in Qing dynasty, love lonely clouds and love monks. I want to send the crowd to the rivers and seas, and I want to look up at Zhaoling in Leyuan Scenic Area.
Lin Tian Xiang Yan likes quiet autumn.
The west wind is full of water and quiet.
Going back to my hometown in spring,
Xiang Si solves all kinds of worries.
Tell the truth honestly and frankly,
Loving a beautiful woman is like jade and jade.
Waiting for the perfect day,
The heart is happy until dawn.
Polish your husband's stomach and hide a captain's head. Cite books and introduce media, Wen Muxie.
Keep the front hidden and the momentum is amazing.
The ink bamboo is half forehead, and the wind blows fine fragrance.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
In the lunar month, geese began to fly south. It is said that they flew to Dayuling, and they all turned back. I wonder, will my own trip to the south be turned back? ? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
/Walking along a path, I found a footprint on the moss. After a while, the clouds fell low on the quiet lake, and the grass was sweet with an idle door. A pine tree that has become greener because of rain, a stream that originated from the mountain source. Mixed with truth, I have forgotten what to say.
/I faced this enchanted hut, the courtyard of five cities in heaven, and I saw a village, which was blue and quiet after a long rain. The Qin tree in the emerald remote area of Xiaoshan, the sound of the anvil of the Han Palace news cold Qiu Lai. The empty altar is clear and scattered, and the small hole is fragrant with grass. Who needs to aspire to a world beyond this world? Here, among people, are purple hills!
/The wall of Hanyang stands in the clouds in the distance, which is another day of sailing alone. Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc. My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums.
/Your seven strings sound like the cold wind in the pine forest. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
/incompetence in Qing dynasty, love lonely clouds and love monks. I want to send the crowd to the rivers and seas, and I want to look up at Zhaoling in Leyuan Scenic Area.
Lin Tian Xiang Yan likes quiet autumn.
The west wind is full of water and quiet.
Going back to my hometown in spring,
Xiang Si solves all kinds of worries.
Tell the truth honestly and frankly,
Love beautiful women like jade.
Waiting for the perfect day,
The heart is happy until dawn.
Polish your husband's stomach and hide a captain's head. Cite books and introduce media, Wen Muxie.
Keep the front hidden and the momentum is amazing.
The ink bamboo is half forehead, and the wind blows fine fragrance.