There are still many mountains and rivers and people are lonely.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Fame is half a piece of paper, and snow is Qian Shan.
It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds.
At four o'clock in the morning, I saw bloom, a Chinese flowering crabapple, wake up.
Life is like water, and there is no end.
There were sixpence everywhere, but he looked up at the moon.
Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show off China.
The sea is cold, but you are hot.
You and I both know that this Shan Ye is blooming for you.
Anyway, the mountains are high and the waters are long, and I still have a lifetime to be arrogant.
Look at the flowers in bloom before the court and the clouds in the sky.
For you, a thousand times.
Gentle and half-hearted, calm life.
A cloud traveled ten miles, but it didn't reach an isolated village.
The south lives in a dream, while the north leans on loneliness.
The misty rain in the green hills seems to be an old friend.
You said you were lonely, just like Mars shone on thirteen state capitals a long time ago.
I love mountains more than busy people.
Mountains and rivers are a journey, and three students are lucky.
Because I like it, I can overcome all difficulties.
Love words burn the mouth, while strong liquor burns the throat.
Gathering is a fire, and scattering is all over the sky.
Years know the taste, and years are agarwood.