Potential leads to long clouds, waves light snow. Shui Yuan Maday
Rippling on the empty beach, reaching into the distant sky in an empty and bright way.
In autumn, the light is not very bright and the shadows of birds are boundless.
Potential leads to long clouds, waves light snow.
Tingzhou is hard to say goodbye, and it's a misty cloud through the ages.
Dewdrops wash all over the cold mountain, and waves shake the bright moon. Ma Dai at night in Xiang Zhong.
Original poem:
Dongting people leave at night and live alone in central Hunan.
Dewdrops wash all over the cold mountain, and waves shake the bright moon.
The dense forest flies in the dark, and Guangze glows.
Sailors are different.
The moonlight on Qingjiang River is near Lin Qiu, with a boat and sparkling. Send Dou to Changling.
Original poem
The moonlight on Qingjiang River is near Lin Qiu, with a boat and sparkling.
E-bamboo sail must be delivered early, and the bright moon by the river is reserved for you.
The sound of the valley should be bell and drum, and the shadow of the wave should be loose. The rockery imitates Mr. Wan Ling's body-ground tour.
Original poem:
Heap stones for hills and bury urns for pools.
Next to it is the negative salary path, and in the middle is the fishing temple.
The sound of the valley should be bell and drum, and the shadow of the wave should be loose.
Sorry, I'm afraid it's in the south of Lushan Mountain.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. On Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Alina Zhang Haoran.
Original poem
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.