The wandering soul sells the blue moon, and the beauty is heartbroken.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Love walks in the deep bamboo at night and goes to the bridge at dawn.
The wind blows the clouds to move the stars, and the water pushes the boat to move the shore.
The apricot blossoms began to rain, and the willows gently shook the breeze.
A wisp of light smoke passed through the grass, and it was raining lightly in Xinghua Village.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The silk is weak, the bridge is late, the snow is fragrant, and the courtyard is spring.
The rosy clouds shine on Wan Li like silver, and the soul reflects Qian Shan like water.
Wool covered with grass, spring river curved, snow cut flowers without jade.
My Fair Lady, Ran Ran and Xianglian are all exposed.
An egret, Yang Yang, Natsume and Oriole are flying over the quiet wetland.
The cloister in the yard is silent in spring, and herons bathe in the night.
Peach blossoms fall, and yellow birds fly with Bai Niao.
A pool of hibiscus fresh water, a thousand layers of fragrant grass far away.
Tall trees and sunset connect the distant alleys, and small bridges and flowing water connect the flat sand.
Blue swallows are everywhere, and a curtain of fine snow rolls plum blossoms.
Sunshine cotton balls sparkle and the wind blows the ears of rice.
A drop in the ocean, a bridge over the Yellow River.
Spring flowers are not as good as autumn flowers, and this month is often the same as Gu Yueming.
The bright moon is inseparable from Qiu Si, so there is a spring breeze in the old friend's place.
Ze is called far because of its long flow, and mountains are high because of their straightness.
The world will see twists and turns and people will see friendship.
It is difficult for fish to join the WTO, and Yan Yan depends on others.
Water is my friend and bamboo is my teacher.
Learn more about the world, be broad-minded and read as many books as you can.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
If we want to talk about things that have been mixed since ancient times, we must straighten out right and wrong.
Yun Run has a long history, and the water in the heart of the mountain is not easy to clear.
If the wind is caused by bamboo, there will be no tears if the water is not in the mountains.
The stars in the sky are unknown for many months, and the underground is pitted.
If you are speechless, it is obvious that if you have a way, the days will be long.
Don't start reading for fame, and don't read for charity.
Only when you are highly aware that the situation is vast, your feelings are more important than your doubts about the Warsaw Pact.
I know there are few things I can do, but I often feel slow and crowded.
Sincerity will eventually pay off, and peace of mind will not be disputed.
The heirloom is loyal and honest, and there is nothing strange except frankness.
It is difficult to be frugal when starting a business, but it is not easy to abstain from extravagance when you succeed.
The spring breeze is elegant and can hold things, and the autumn water is not stained with dust.
When crossing the sea, you can know that the fish is strong, and Lingyun can believe that the bird is affectionate.
On the other hand, it is difficult for you, and it is not all wrong for others.
You must have heard of your friends in high places, and your good reputation will not be in vain.
Jin Wen and Yu Cui look at personality, while Moon and Chunyun look at temperament.
Being good, not karma, nourishing the heart, take the book of Zhuangzi.
When it comes to helping others, say things fairly, cultivate one's morality, and change one's mind from time to time.
Don't talk about the castle peak by the world, don't talk about the time.
Those who can bear hardships are people with lofty ideals, and those who are willing to bear hardships are not idiots.
It is better to be a leisure singer of the universe than to be a thief.
If plum blossoms are fragrant in the bones, people are like autumn water and jade is like a god.
Don't ride lightly on the flat ground, but close your sails when the wind is downwind.
Diligence can make up for shortcomings, but sensitivity is biased. It is beneficial to be honest and not sell famous products.
There is no foresight in this world, and people have self-knowledge.
At the last moment, we must be alert, save, reverse and calm.
Being content with the status quo is often timid, and people are complacent without seeking quality.
If you are bullied, you will be respected as a confidant and you will benefit from it.
Water is my friend and bamboo is my teacher.
If not, it is often. Think about yourself and you will learn.
Not everything is fine. I like books that are common in the four seasons.
Ruthlessness is not necessarily a true hero, but the doctrine of the mean is a gentleman.
I like the breeze to blow away the foul air, and Teacher Cui Zhu makes me modest.
Pupils should be proud of snow, take rest as their friends and learn from bamboo with an open mind.
There is a far future in your heart and a broad future in your eyes.
With a ruler, with a ruler, there will be no chaos and honesty.
When boating, every time you like the high wind, it will nourish your spirit for a long time and participate in the quiet water.
Self-cultivation is passed down from generation to generation with fame. Do you do things only for the benefit of others?
Be sure to make friends through your heart, and don't let your hospitality shine.
The ethereal orchid gives birth to static air, and the romantic moon symbolizes the sky.
Modest bamboo has curved leaves, and proud plums are not spent on its back.
Elegant people are as clear as water, and benevolent people are as high as mountains.
If you have a high vision, nothing will get in the way and your heart will be clear.
It is wise to cultivate a big fool, and it is also wise to learn to be stupid.
Don't talk too much in front of parrots, but be careful around little people.
Don't tell the world about people's shortcomings, but face the advantages of many people.
Pleasure never tires of nameless paintings, and cultivation only accepts useful books.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves before, and today's people in the world are better than the ancients.
Falling flowers have tears because of wind and rain, and birds are ruthless since ancient times.
Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
Red rain turns waves at will, while green hills deliberately turn bridges.
With a high vision, nothing is broken, and the heart is clear.
I don't know what I'm thinking. Water and wind are empty.
Let the flowers leave in spring and let the moon go home.
Thousands of trees float in the mountain pavilion, and the jade pot has an ice heart.
The weak east wind flowers are half exposed, and the passionate spring water swallows fly.
Affectionate month invites you * * *, and ownerless lotus flowers bloom everywhere.
Sitting among the stones for a long time, the spring clouds rise and the flowers sing into the sunset.
A few mountains and green hills are suspicious and timid, and one school of water wants to keep people.
Pine and cypress see color, autumn water and spring mountain see temperament.
There is no ink painting outside the curtain, but there are poems in the forest.
It is romantic for people to make friends, and it is a mountain to open a picture.
A generation of law and discipline is sweating, and Yang Duyu is guarded by law for thousands of years.
Wild smoke has a road to know the temple, and the moon has no intention of entering the city.
There is still water in the mountains, and there is love in Cynthia.
The breeze can melt water, and the bamboo ploughs are deeply blue.
The clear sky in Wan Li is an eye-opener, and a stream of spring water moistens my heart.
Spring can be like knowing each other, and the wind can only know when it enters the heart.
Wave flow in the stream, moon shadow in winter, wind returning to Jieshi and summer ultrasound.
The leisurely catkins fall silently, which is where the god of the world takes you.
Don't be green like willow for half a year, learn from pine and cypress.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Drink the dew of Mulan in the morning and chrysanthemum in the evening.
Ten miles of water and a bright heart, colorful sky and forest.
It was the morning bell that made me laugh at jathyapple and made me think deeply.
People who know the taste should be romantic and affectionate.
The mountains and rivers are full of flowers, and the clouds are silent.
Big wings hang down to the sky for 40 thousand miles, and long pine has been uprooted for 3 thousand years.
Xiang Xue dares to produce ten thousand flowers, and one tree leads the world in spring.
The peak is bright in the cold pool, and the night cliff is bright red.
Loyalty and righteousness are warm everywhere, and ambition is new.
A pure heart, according to the history of history, sang a magnificent song in Changhong.
Shan Xin has * * * broken rivers and mountains, and the righteousness is long.
The snow is looser and greener and the wind is brighter.
With a bright mind and the sun and the moon, it has made great contributions to the world.
A foolish man will not hesitate to move mountains, but a strong man will have a broken wrist.
The tide is coming together, and the rising sun is rising.
Far away, you are not afraid of thousands of miles away, but you can live in all my hearts.
War horses are not as good as ploughing horses, and the war has left only 100 households in the original thousand households.
I don't dream of an affair, but I will be loyal to the ice and snow.
Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.
Dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky for sacrifice and ambition.
Xiangyang looks at the world coldly, and it is hot and windy.
The golden monkey made a thousand moves, and Yuyu clarified Wan Li.
Love sends mountains and mountains to dance and looks at the sea to sing.
Reading less than 1000 times is cruel to customers.
Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Learning the sea is endless, but you can cross it diligently, and Wan Ren can climb the mountain of books.
When the book is used, I hate it less. It's not difficult. Let's talk about it later.
A wise general will learn to speak and teach boys to hold poems.
Endless waves return to the sea of learning, and Changchun flowers and trees are talking about the forest.
Blind date is only a stone, which can be paddled like a book for many years.
Shovel the front to comb the mountain rabbit, and dip the ink to scare the fish at sea.
I realized that Gong Liu's books were full of Buddhism, and I was born in Jiangzi's dream.
The more beautiful it is to read thousands of poems, the better it is to turn Qian Shan Road into credit.
Put pen to paper has swallowed up the dream, ShuZhi shout Wan Lifeng.
In the dream, the fairy seeks strange sentences, and the wooden guest in the mountain interprets poems.
When a book is in doubt, it must be against its will, and when it is difficult, it will be calm.
In spring, poems follow the flower path, and books sit in the bamboo building in the moonlight.
A strong hand may pass through the back of the paper, but a sharp hair still smells of flowers.
High curative value condenses into dense fog, and silver notes are stained with light clouds.
After several rounds of polishing, it takes ten years of hard work to see your success.
Don't let Chunqiu go, it's the hardest for an old friend to come once.
Reading like a moon, with beads in my chest, is amazing.
Yue Mei's horizontal window became a picture book, and Lan Feng's expression entered a love poem.
Often sing the sentences in the volume and draw the lake back to the mountain.
I love to look at the suspicious paintings of Chunshan and quietly study Gu Mo's audition incense.
A curtain of flowers and shadows mopped the floor, and the sound of books was in the sky at midnight.
Deep courtyard books, leaves are raining, songs are associated with lotus flowers.
The sun and the moon are two rounds of heaven and earth, and poetry and books are sages.
Light makeup and heavy tones, stubborn green and crazy red hair and ancient fragrance.
Four walls of ink flowers fly like algae, and a curtain of beautiful sentences accounts for spring.
Good books are never tired of reading, and hospitality comes and goes.
Wherever the cat goes, everything becomes interesting, and human resources have nothing to do with God.
On learning is nothing more than ancient learning, and natural resources can connect heaven and earth.
Be useful when you grow up, but generally don't mean nameless.
The height of the book city can hide the true feelings, and the bright heart begins to love talents.
The beauty of writing lies in the prosperity of water, and the night is in the middle of the month.
The style of writing is self-satisfied, and the road is the city.
The lights are deep and scholarly, and the ink flowers are bright in the morning.
Learning the sea is boundless, diligence is the shore, and walking clouds is the ladder.
Where maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn, clouds and ponds are full of shadows.
Yingti Yan Fang Fei Festival, butterfly shadow full of wind.
You know you are old when you hear firecrackers, but occasionally plum blossoms are spring.
Strange stones are full of eternal beauty, and spring scenery is thousand years old.
Nine-flowered golden stems are fragrant, and cool in August gives birth to jade autumn.
The water is light and the wind is light, the duckweed is getting old, and the leaves are yellow when the moon is cold.
In this world, the moon is impermanent, and there is spring on the horizon.
After the rain, two birds came to occupy bamboo, and a butterfly went to look for autumn flowers.
When the moon is wide, except cool colour, the crow returns to the willow, and the night is silent.
Wild flowers in the mountains are idle and interesting, while yellow flowers are alone in the drizzle.
Poplar leaves turn yellow lazily in autumn, and grass stems turn brown.
Last night, the spring breeze came into the house, and now the willows are half hung on the bank.
In spring, the grass turns green and the plum blossoms smell natural.
The music blows Changchun, and the stars and the moon return to the night.
The spring breeze reflects thousands of willows, and the warm rain and sunny flowers bloom.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
In this world, the moon is impermanent, and there is spring on the horizon.
Autumn is full of beautiful scenery, and spring is everywhere.
Ruined the falling flowers in March, ruined the autumn frost.
Cold food is fragrant, flowers are rotten, and Mid-Autumn Festival is beautiful.
It's another year of fragrant grass, and it's still ten miles of apricot flowers.
The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.
The catkin pond is full of spring dreams, and the courtyard is cold with flowers.
The sun is shining outside the window, and the shadows are moving between the seats.
The cicada is in the tree when it is calm, and the moon is near the window when the light is off.
Haohua was caught in the rain in the middle of the night, and the bright moon suddenly came to Wan Liyun.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
There are bamboo springs in the courtyard and no running water in the mountains.
Cold insects seek their dreams from the wall, and warriors ride the wind to the air.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
A thousand miles of spring breeze, Sanqiu Fang Xun, the sender.
Wealth is like the morning glow, and interests are like the spring tide with rain.
If you have improper courage, you will do anything.
Tired of wearing jathyapple, I often endure the cold when I am hungry and cold.
There are still people in the Long March of the Northern Expedition, and Qian Shang is also a man.
Shan Xin has * * * broken rivers and mountains, and the effect is long.
Red tassels fly, rivers and mountains are strong, and Shan Xin reflects the sun and the moon.
The Millennium has made a glorious achievement, and a generation of British names is Ling Caixia.
Although heroes are stronger in death, loyal souls still have courage.
The road to failure is smooth, and the road to success is tortuous.
The universe is the mother of wealth, and labor is the father of wealth.
Cinnabar broken Dan is still there, and the chain is forged into iron.
Hot metal reflected the sky, and the rainbow rose in the air, emitting purple smoke.
There are thousands of glasses of wine for every confidant and more than half a sentence for lovers.
The smoke opens the orchid leaves and the wind blows, and the peach blossoms bloom in spring.
Flowers bloom side by side, Yuanyang is warm, and the meaning of drunkenness is concentric with amber.
Bisha will be in the spring, and reading at tea night will add fragrance.
Nine micro-lamps are colorful branches, and the pure land lotus blooms with hundreds of pictures.
Even the branches of the tree are flying with phoenix feathers, and the lovesickness banquet carries a cup of love.
Yin Jingtai's predecessors are like jade, and the oriole pillow is like a flower.
Red makeup is a concentric knot, and flowers bloom in the blue marsh.
Fang borrows beauty to add moonlight and likes to do autumn nights and spring nights.
Pines and cypresses are linked overnight, and peaches and plums love Yangchun as a result.
When the moon sets, the low porch peeps at the candle, and the flying flowers laugh at the empty bed.
After several farewells, the spring breeze blows long overnight.
Blue Bridge Chun Xue Jun returns to Japan, Qinling Autumn Wind I go.
If wine is not intoxicating, people will be drunk, if flowers are not charming, people will be fascinated.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
Jin Huan's ci and fu spread to parrots, and even attracted the phoenix with flowers.
Just fly like a bird, and the well often branches.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and we will drown the sorrow of generations! .
As close as lips and teeth, Guan Shiyuan, Qi Xin and * * * win the family relationship.
Dye Jiangnan spring water color and become a lotus flower.
People enter the river like the wind, and love is like rain.
The night is not long in this life, and the bright moon will be everywhere next year.
If the sky is affectionate, it will be old, and if the moon is not hateful, it will be long and round.
I am willing to talk to related birds, and I will continue to make flowers and trees.
Both Japan and China have friends, and no one in the world knows you.
Lovers cherish the moon and the sky from afar, and it is not appropriate to guide flowers in spring.
It is often because of flowing water that today is born. Every time I feel the breeze, I feel old friends.
Every time I feel my bosom friend, I send it to Yueqing in vain.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
Two thousand gold is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find.
The drizzle dreams that the chicken is far away, and the small building blows jade as cold.
There are thousands of glasses of wine for every confidant and more than half a sentence for lovers.
The fallen petal intentionally pays the flowing water, and the flowing water buries the fallen petal mercilessly.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
The golden rooster crows to wake up the dream of the third night, and the wind blows off the lotus.
It's hard to draw bones when drawing tiger skin.
The enemy hides a white sword, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Body and spirit are dumber than birds, and singing is dumber.
Mo Yan has no confidant in the road ahead, but he is afraid that his heart will be difficult to face the sky.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
When it rains, the house leaks more seriously, and the ship breaks down and meets the headwind.
The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month.
Snowflakes are hard to hide, and the wind is like a knife.
The night drinker swallows the bottom of the cup, and the spring traveler is drunk.
In the rain, bamboo leaves contain beads and tears, and in the snow, plum blossoms carry vegetarian crowns.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword and raise your cup to drown your sorrow.
Qingjiang brocade stone is sad and beautiful, and the buds are full of flowers.
Even though there are flowers and months, no one recommended me.
Cicadas moan intermittently about the waning moon, and fireflies glow up and down in the dusk.
The screen deliberately blocks the bright moon, and the lights are ruthless and sleep alone.
The road to wine is long, and the thirst for tea is long.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.
Jiang Sheng is full of heroic hatred, and God's will is selfless.
Brilliant achievements help themselves, and famous flowers are brilliant and happy.
I quite think that gulls are companions and Yan is a guest.
Before drinking flowers, autumn is not old, and Yin Gao and Chi Pan are full of meaning.
The west wind is still bright, and the east wind is bright and blooming.
Flowers don't bloom in spring, and the rain is cold and the grass is empty.
Three paths of cold pine contain tears, and half a window is full of bamboo.
Who is in charge of the clear water and green hills? Falling flowers and singing birds always hurt the gods.
In ancient times, there were pines, cypresses and bamboos, and words could be learned and learned.
The breeze is worrying, and the residual mountains and waters are a souvenir poem.
Fusang is riding a whale today. When will Huabiao become a crane?
The butterfly is a dead dream, and the crane is still sad.
Everything in the world is clear, and the sky becomes a white jade building first.
The wind is sad and the willows are sad, and the moon hangs the cuckoo at night.
There is a sound of bamboo in front of the window, and no one is facing the rain flower on the seat.
Running water and setting sun will last forever, and wind and rain will last for a hundred years.
White jade is badly needed in the sky, and there are few asteroids in the world.
Flowers will crush Qiu Guang, and the year will be like summer and cold rooms.
Flowers fall, rouge goes to spring early, the soul disappears, and dreams come to surprise.
Since ancient times, life has not died, and everything is done according to one's own mind.
Tears melt the soil drop by drop, and sad songs are full of surprises.
Don't say that there is no loyalty in the mourning hall, you must know that there is blood on earth.
Step by step, stay in history, and sprinkle blood to recommend Xuanyuan.
A giant pen can't do a thousand lines, but tears don't show sadness.
I don't believe in mourning, but I'm sad that the world has become a superstar.
Tears shed all over the world call for martyrs, and nine days of mourning will invite loyal souls.
Tears rolled thousands of lines, the venue was wet and the crying was low.
The cold wind adds sorrow, and the setting sun always hurts the soul.
The whole city is crying and wailing, and flowers are flying in the snow.
I was shocked and deeply grieved, but I endured watching the stars fall into the sky.
The 100-day star never goes out. Once it rains, it doesn't shine.
But I hate not having an inn, and I like to see my name in my heart.
Castle peak dances with you, and silver flowers bloom for you.
Three swords are full of sorrow, and nine waves are full of hate.
Firecrackers are lonely, and sadness is always hard to disappear.
Qianshan bowed his head in silence, and Shuiyan blew his homework.
Tears flow into tears, and heartbroken people send heartbroken people.
When people are happy, they are refreshed, bored and sleepy.
The article is elegant and good, and poetry has its own spirit.
Recite unofficial history from ancient times to the present, and write mountain classics with words and stones.
Now that it's over, why not study for the sea, just like Sima in the historical garden.
Poetry is elegant, and ci is like a bird but not vulgar.
Poetry and books can be used to communicate politics, and natural Taoism begins to be romantic.
The beauty of poetry lies in words, and it is easy to see the truth before painting.
Friends who paint need to be indifferent, and paper-like mountains don't like being flat.
Huwei Chunbing is really learned.
The poem island Buddha is not too thin, and the calligraphy slope fairy does not hinder fat.
Look at more pictures and read more poems. Guqin is now listening underwater.
Mountains and rivers are clouds for rain, and the sun and the moon are close.
Tracing back to the source, it is god to have real talent and learning in literature.
Swing away the sun, the moon and the bright pen, and write the immortal words of thunder and thunder.
Qu Yuan, like a thousand dollars, has been handed down from generation to generation.
Su Shi sang "The River of No Return", and Liu Yong sang "Xiao Feng Canyue".
Jiaxuan dragon and snake walked away, and the thunder roared on the inkstone in Ding 'an.
Shangshu is the ancestor of prose, and the Book of Songs is the end of poetry.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, and books are the stairs to wisdom.
The door is short of bamboo, but the home has thousands of books.
Each lamp goes to the pavilion to attack books, and the same chair leans against the tung to watch the moon.
Open the window with both hands, one stone breaks the water.