Dengqingliang Mountain Sweep Leaf Building
Forget the short distance when boarding the ship, and the tiger will snatch the food. It's so cool to ask for leisure for the rest of your life. In ancient times, every monk stepped on the leaves to sweep away the waste. Also live in the wild house handed over by Mao Yan Si Tong. The old tree is surrounded by dense shade, and it is in the middle during the day. Dahua is quite heroic, and Mao Yu also took part in painting. Cold kills my heart, full of smoke. I can't see, the mountain flowers are pitching. Grass doesn't live in Mapo, so it is quiet and dignified. Jiangshan has a long history, lonely and intoxicated. You see, Yangquan is still there, and the tears of Nantang are still there.
Guoshimenjian
God, Shimen is so lonely. Birds are far away and sound like neighbors. Lushui spring, white stone rushing. The daily value of rubbing the sea by hand is pale, but it leaves a trace of antique. The road is poor and thunder suddenly cracks, and when the tiger crouches in danger, the charm of the grass demon wood is even more faint. The broken wall is a long protective iron cloud stack and the platform has been empty for a long time. Ape traces destroy resentment and corruption, and Longyuanluan Cave is afraid of losing its soul. Forced the cave to move its fingers, and the cliff was silent. Control the autumn heart, the bones are hard to warm, and the clothes are squatting.
Climb to the top of Yuanjiajie Mountain in Zhangjiajie to see the mountain.
Gone with the wind, dumbfounded, fascinated, who will go up the ladder again. This place is wild and has a history of 12000. Zhuan Xu is not allowed to sleep with Di Ku. Five colors shine out of the emperor, and the dragon marrow shines out of the wind. Dissolve and drain the air, the green cover shakes down in the vast expanse, and fairies come and go. At that time, fire and water lived and died, and the sky collapsed for an instant. I didn't know that the sky was falling, and the North Sea was upside down, and the frozen snow moved to Aoshan, Kunlun. Ye Ping's post-fire was low, and it was time for Hou Yi to shoot the sun. Red Bath Wave died on the 9th, and Kuroha was full of weak water. The divine power of the five cauldrons radiates to the earth, melting the brains and spraying the secret points. Destroying creatures and beasts, cold concrete stands like a mountain peak, and there are still candle keels. Xingtian's staff, the soul of Kuafu and the heart of heaven, reaches Dadimen. The axe of heaven, the graupel of the earth, chisels away wealth and confuses the sun and the moon. Mountains and valleys, Zengcheng Hanging Garden is lonely. In the previous dynasty, I swam Korean pine nuts and planted white jade and Sudan. I hold the root and the cloud, trying to help the elves get Cao Zhi. The emperor's daughter resented that the sea had not been filled, and Chang Yi had been with the ancient rabbit. It's hard to get a good one after decades of life. Why do you care about love? The world is finally misty. Can't you see that you are looking up at the sky, and the sky is a small mustard on the earth? Later, it was beyond redemption, and there was nothing to worry about Mishima.
Note: The Wild West Classic of Shan Hai Jing: In the wild, there is a mountain called Fengju Yumen, where the sun and the moon enter.
Huang Hua
Huanghua Creek is secluded by candles, and elk can swim by themselves. Stones cover the sun, clouds roll rain. Fates overlap, look around, stand quietly and accommodate. I hope Qiu Shu is rotten. She dresses like a fairy. The beaver guides the snake, and the phoenix bird is quiet. I have dill in my hand, and Chili sticks taste the same. The fallen leaves have a horizontal diameter, and when they enter a dead end, they arrive at the cave. On the stage, the strings caress and the valley sounds around. The wind blows plain clothes out of Bitan Lake, which is beautiful. Look at the gentle and graceful gully and turn to the loose one. Pour a cup of Xia into the stone house, why bother Zhu Guo? Sigh that I live in seclusion, and I am far from home. The emperor stepped on the sky to stone, forcing Lu Ban to smash the axe. Tianmen cliff bank is broken, and advancing and retreating will hold jade feathers. The jade is empty and the clouds are full. If I can see the title of Pi Yao, I will be at the top of the Red Ancient.
Shen Jia's improvisation
In front of long lanes and short streets. It is difficult to sit alone in front of the window, and the cock crows in the New Year.
Crossing Peach Leaves and Returning to Ancient Books Bookstore, Wang Xianzhi Jade Edition Line 13
The wind and rain on the leaves have not disappeared, and the ancient crossing of the Millennium hates the orchid. Wuyi Lane is like a world of mortals in the numerous lights.
I'm afraid it's a grain of snow in the Southern Dynasties, and the peach blossom Gu Yan has been exhausted. You should sit in front of the lamp with pity and have a look at the incomparable Shen Summit.
I was stunned by the fallen leaves, and I was very confused. Those who don't grab the ashes can take it lightly, with thirteen lines of fine print.
fallen leaves
The wind is red as drunk, and the rain is in the dust. I am sad to leave the butterfly tonight, and I was bitter to leave the cicada at that time.
The shape is dry and cold, and the green palm is golden fairy. If you don't see Vimo's illness, who will get on the boat?
Sitting alone, spring fades.
The house is overcast and the grass is bright. The soft wind announces the rain, and the willows float cherry blossoms.
The beautiful sea is endless and tired, and the tea marks are light. Dimfragrance is everywhere, but it is unknown.
Wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom around the mountain. I recall that my teacher Jiangpu Township once lived in the Wild Chrysanthemum Hall. I need to stay away from God's thinking.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the old trees often carry clouds. I don't know the west wind road, the wild chrysanthemum in front of the door.
Wu Mian wrapped in cotton wool took out kumquat. Self-irrigation twigs, splitting black tea.
The heavenly heart is in the middle, and the autumn geometry is uncertain. Cold and rainy feet are chaotic, and four mountains are full of pigeons.
Sitting on the bedroom lamp, the autumn flame is still red. I can't feel the sparse shadows and the eaves are covered with fallen leaves.
Xie gave Wuyishan Dahongpao a big gift.
How close is the water in the middle of the river? People have reserves from the rock room. I am used to laughing at Sun Niang's dental caries, but this did not hinder the Queen's book.
Mei Qing happened to be a snow traveler, so why bother with tea and cheese slaves? The most important thing is to make a fire with green smoke, and cook flax rice with spring vegetables.
Feel sorry for yourself.
There is a limit to the lighting in the darkroom, and the air is filled with wild flowers. The rumor has passed the sea, and the efforts have not been achieved.
You should cherish the wooden symbol, but when you get old, you will eventually be used to the sand. The shadow of returning to heaven is playing beside me, watching Mo Ye by Jiao Tong.
think
If you want to sort out your sadness, the fine print is quite cold. Five-night poetry comes from dust, and it takes a lifetime to look in the mirror.
Dreams leave locusts with withered ants, and the sound is clear and the flute is separated from the phoenix fence. In the past month, I left Han Yonghe, and I will be a photography team tonight.
Ding Hai's cold after the snow at the end of the year and his brother Jinling's farewell.
Yang Zhu, no matter what happens, the square hat takes off its clothes late. It seems that in this year, all the lotus roots have been hidden, and all the horns have come.
Kill the dragon after a few thoughts, and get lost. Lying in the south of the Yangtze River is like a snow sinus.
The magnitude of the Buddha's Birthday Wenchuan earthquake was found all over the country except Heiji and Xinjiang provinces, and the aftershocks reached more than 2,000 casualties the next day.
A catastrophe is imminent and cannot be shaped. What about stupidity and spirit? There are butterflies in the sky, and snipes in Qian Shan, Ran Ran.
Surprise materialization for no reason, trying to know that the color suits the sky. Who is the vicissitudes of life? If you mourn, you will be left alone.
When you move, so does Jiu Hao, and the ups and downs of the earth are unstable. White heads fly to the top of snow, and red tears throw evil waves.
One peck at a night can't be tolerated, and only the dead will escape. As we all know, the vast light-year road, when the planet to build a nest.
Guling moved to Can Cong. The urban and rural areas are blocked from the rain, and the elders look forward to rushing.
There are many different ways to hear about this country, and there is a kind of sadness and sorrow. Ants are fearless when moving whales, and don't rely on others' help.
Geng Yin, Zhong Chun, Er Yun, Ju Wei Poetry, Zhui and Zhenjiang Fu 40 Years ago
Jade floats out of the sky to see the mountains, and the eaves are grating. The monk's room can be held cold, and the old wood can be deleted.
All methods are like bowls, who pity the world as a snake dish? If there is no sea on the horizon, a mustard will really reach the blue sky.
Fusang is a snail peak in the east of Yunshui. It does not cover the moss marks, but also removes dust and wakes people up.
There are three imperial edicts on the hidden cave and nine passes on the back of Kouxujin Valley. I'm afraid that if I sleep for a long time, the dragon will be wiped out in the huge waves.
Never lean on Wu Shan, the vast smoke waves look around. The blade is very sharp, and the phoenix is moving, and they hate each other.
Sleeping in the wild soil and purple beards, continuing to play the cold wave green willow bay. The situation is completely unknown, and people are afraid of climbing up and down.
Huanxisha Chunyu
The significance of the small crystal window gradually faded, and the old dream of worrying about spring was blurred. The sky is full of beauty and needs help. Fine grass is nameless but emerald, while fairy yarn is cracked and damaged pearls. To track it.
Unintentionally, leisure is not worth returning to Tu Su. Take a break every spring and try spring. A dream of turning flowers into butterflies has turned countless ties into crow chicks. Sunset is colder than Han Xiao.
Not long after, the clouds gathered in jade pots, and flowers, rain and green grass gathered. It's not as depressing as last year. Candle drops tears, banana stalls solve cases. What is the revenge of red and white?
A rose seems unwilling to wither before Dickinson's lips, because Zhixia blooms several times in spring.
The rain breaks and the fragrance sings, and the Yuanyang tile opens several times. The vines are low, and the clouds are resting. Wandering in love, I married Fei Qiong. Pity beauty, three summers are green, and people are old and yellow.
Mulberry picking is getting warmer and warmer in winter, thinking about autumn, but busy getting sick.
In autumn, the yellow flowers are perfect, and the medicine bag is in the piano bottle, which is fragrant and worth several newcomers. I cherish my life and worry about my roots. I don't know what I know, but I'm already a loser.
Double-sky sedan chair
The evening is cold and thin, and the tile inkstone sets off two birds. There is still water left in Meishan. Look at the manual string rope. Think that feelings are helpless and wrong, and years are empty. Take up some idleness everywhere, the flowers don't understand, and the fragrance falls.
Wan Xi mei ling
The smoke on the moss branches is green. Little red fairy. Remember to play the flute, just like boating. Count the flowers and clear your dreams. So teaching blows will damage sleep. In an instant. There is a fleeting time in the depths of the idle clouds. Green waves are infinitely cold.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
People with green windows sing softly, and strangers embroider. During the year, the rain and snow are unknown, and it is warm and cold, and the sun is shining. Come back as soon as you come back. Don't ask how deep spring is. For no reason at all, Di Qing was in the most hurry, flying directly from Huayang to yellow cauliflower.
Hu Jin he dang, the head of the water tune
The country is fragrant, and the rainbow can float in the sky. Whoever hoes lotus plants cold jade, and Gu Pei steps on Qiong Xian. The inverted Milky Way is wide and in full bloom, with a small diamond boat. I want to live at the bottom of the flower, and the frost bones are beautiful. The wind comes and goes, herons go up and down, and every night. Red, fresh and green, sleeping at night and dreaming. There are clouds everywhere, and there are moons everywhere. I am afraid that ice is snow and smoke is flying. One is autumn rain, which sprinkled into Shui Xin circle.
early summer
Send out the face, smoke clothes and sit late, and serve hundreds of herbal soups. After the rain clears, the soil flowers are still dusty. Blame it on the frog. Want to round the lotus, the handle is green. Ten million beads of dew, skeleton support, thinking about storing copper bottles. Book loses yarn, snow cuts melon. There is a place to write troubles and cordless dreams. Wu Shan was indifferent, and the moth's eyebrows shed hatred. Thunder outside the wall. Go back to the pond and cut the duckweed.
More steaming. A worm lies on a couch, leaning on a vine alone.
Note: Weiyang custom, soak herbs soup in Dragon Boat Festival to ward off evil spirits.
In the middle reaches of the pot, the West Lake is full of ancient trees and exotic flowers.
Half a day's pine shadow, counting how many, frost marks and fragments. Throughout the ages, the cloud altar has been silent for a long time, fearing that it will fly and sink. The stupa is lonely, the cliff is gloomy and full of leisure. It's hard to say, you have to smell the dust until you become clean. Life experience is also ruthless, flowers are like rain, and hue is never unique. A short sound and a long sound made me dream that I was old. I sat in a fragrant garden and plowed quietly. Ribbon scarlet, lilac rust purple, cold smoke out of the mouth. It's really brown to go or not to go.
Shui long yin Deng Hu kou Shi Zhongshan
The waves return to Qiu Jiang at the bottom of the wrist, and the whistling moon knows where. The faint cliff, the cloud roots are full of tricks, and the crows are surprised by the frost feathers. Touching the broken glass, the old catfish cried angrily and the bells and drums rang all over the sky. Since the fairy reward was broken, the grotesque shape has not disappeared, the waves have swallowed up, and the wind and rain have started. Sitting on a dangerous pavilion without its owner, waiting for someone to go home with Dashan. Strange cold bones, exquisite double jade, fish and dragons throughput. Lai Ling's funeral, romantic memories, sad Wu Chu. It is also a sunny river, empty and turbid, reflecting the ancient Poyang Lake.
Note: when the rivers and lakes meet, it is clear and turbid, and is known as a spectacle.
Jie Lian Lian Luo Hua
When it floats. The leeward fence is paved with rain and mixed with red snow. I remember the ending of that night, a whore was filled with joy, the curtains were silent and my tongue was cold. Blowing dust in the lane can be buried in a quiet cave in the shade. Try a charming dream, but it won't hurt spring. It's a butterfly. I am anxious to know that my heart is depressed. Gotama robbed the small, feeling hot in cold and cheerless. I'm afraid of cooking, I want to solve my worries, and it's hard to let it out. I am sleepy every day. I see thousands of branches and leaves. Huan setting sun, old incense everywhere, who can argue.
Night Music
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night of Wuzi, I went to Tiger Hill, passed the tomb of my true mother and sang songs on guanyin temple and Thousand-Man Stone. Four or five hundred people gathered in all directions. After a while, I sat under the cloud tower and looked at the moon, and I heard the flute, which seemed to be in the sky for a while.
Clouds don't cover autumn colors, clear old trees and leave people sitting in secluded places. Sending bamboo meat sounds cold, and the sea and the sky are the same. Sword point next to socks, laurel tree between eyebrows, surrounded by moss, who is with me? The loneliest, green moth is lightly combed and wrapped. At night, it's hard to keep your mouth shut until you're full. Cool thin, the divine light should be too sad. Hearts are mixed with sorrow and joy, and when ten thousand people meet, it's like handing over Yao Ling and leaving the lamp. Relying on the flute and Joan Frost, I was lazy. Leaning against the leaning tower, where are the traces of tigers? Lang Xian once taught. I'm afraid the soul of 600 years will be shattered. Lead the sandalwood, and the wind will always be charming. With delicious food, it is as beautiful as smoke. You can only be surprised in the air.
Hurt spring resentment
The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival is like Zhang Zeduan's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.
Ten miles of famous gardens are heavy, and a roll of autumn Hua Meng. After reading this balcony, you will be worried about the Southern Song Dynasty. Don't worry about the slow speed of the sheep car, call for the silver flute phoenix. I crossed the red bridge and even made a green curtain.
Tasha shop
Park the kite in the corner and take a nap before the wind blows. How much lotus water is there in Houhu Lake? Xie Hong was all red last night, and violets were idle in the window. Calm down with geese and plan with insects. Two scoundrels are heartless. A word does not reach deep sorrow, and the real book is full of ephedra paper.
When Shan Yu started, the wind became tighter. I've heard of the thunder car by the window. Autumn has long been accustomed to rain or shine, and rain or shine has become a willingness. A thousand years in the world, a moment in heaven. Qiu Xing doesn't believe in ruthlessness. You can save a word for the immortal, and make a silver fish kiss with your ileum.
Huaishui invites lanterns, and Taicheng sees willows. The world of mortals shines from time to time. Make a storm and pour red wine. Turn the duckweed, and the piano will pass the hand. Who can stay at the scene? Autumn is like a minor illness, which makes people exhausted. I have been thinking about illness and autumn for a long time.
Green rides the wind, red is dusted by rain, and thousands of leaves are hard to decide. If the heart can ask how to destroy it, all the flowers will fall with the dust. The grass is covered with mud, and you sit in a daze. Are you free to do your homework? Sure enough, he is the most hardy first frost, so I planted him to chill me.
Tung leaves are like flowers, and tung flowers are like phoenix. No one understands falling and falling. Make it stupid and envious of withered cicadas, and there is no worry and no pupa in the mud. Spring is rare for thousands of times, and autumn is clear. It is painful to wake up. Small lights wake people up like the moon, but they are still like dreams before they know it.
Nanxiangzi
Green splashed on the island, the nearest lamp to the windowsill. It used to be like a lush and scattered land, and the water turned to the mountains to take a closer look. Shake the boat in the rain before the willow floats. After crossing the covered bridge and living on the shore, smoke is produced and blackbirds fly to dusk.
Three days after the heavy snow, Xin Mao and Hui Jiezi enjoyed the red moon in spring together.
At that time, I couldn't help sighing, who would leave Bihan to spit Zhu Wan? Lu Hong lost my elixir, and I listened to the beauty of the world. Thinking about life and death, from the ground. From now on, the sea becomes a field. The beads are self-styled, and the night is still.
lily magnolia
The wind lingers, looking at the blue clouds and thinking about the past. There are many secrets about osmanthus, but there is nothing in the green moon. The fragrance is still in the desert wind, only throwing people thousands of miles. It's no problem to sing autumn. The blue skirt is cut as thin as water.