2. In the third spring, the white snow returns to Qingzhong, and the Yellow River in Wan Li goes around Montenegro.
3. and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
4. There's nothing to do. It's like I've met Yan before.
6. Looking after the world frequently, and to two generations he gave his true heart. 7, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky. 8, sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn water * * * the sky is the same. 9. There is no way to doubt the mountains and rivers, and there is another village.
2. moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.
3. wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
4. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are only bright. There's nothing to do with the flowers falling, and it's like deja vu.
Flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the endless rain is as fine as sorrow.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, the blue sky is warm, jade produces smoke.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn, but I feel that bees are swimming around dancing butterflies, so I'm afraid the lonely phoenix remembers leaving Luan.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
In mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, the blue sky is warm and the jade is smoky.
The bright moon surprises the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas at midnight.
seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and two or three points are in front of the rainy mountain.
when the bamboo branches are lifted low under the sea pressure, the mountain corners are still bright when the wind blows.
leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on.
The shadows are horizontal and oblique, the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
I want to get wet with clothes, and my face is cold with willows.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets.
we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
a captive bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and a fish in the pond misses its source.
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
once, the sea was difficult for water, forever amber.
when the clouds begin to sink, the rain is coming.
it is easy to get the moon by being close to the water tower, and it is easy to meet the flowers and trees in the sun.
when a fake is true, it is also true, and inaction is everywhere.
the affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the weak rose lies on the twig.
the branches are full of flowers and vines, and the golden wine is not empty.
the autumn wind is ringing, and the winter snow is flying with wine.
winter is the end of the night, and the year is long tomorrow.
I don't know if the water spray comes first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after winter snow.
at dusk, the mountains are far away, and the weather is cold and the house is poor.
how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.
the ground where I stand is wet with my tears, the sky is dark with broken clouds.
cicadas make the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is more secluded.
the wild trails are all dark, and the river boats are all bright.
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed. But since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, raise your glass to eliminate your worries.
once, the sea was difficult for water, forever amber.
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupan Jane is ashamed of her money.
flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe. "Two yellow orioles are singing atop the green willows, White egrets soar into the sky in a row"
Spring breezes, peaches and plums bloom at night, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains.
Three Wan Li rivers enter the sea, and 5, mountains climb skyscrapers.