The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.
Ouyang xiu's thrush
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
Liu Yuxi's "Revisiting Du Xuanguan"
Half of the 100-acre courtyard is covered with moss and peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Where Taoism returned, Liu Lang came again today.
Feng Yansi's Where to Go in a few days.
Where has he gone like a cloud these days? Don't think about coming back, or you will die in spring. A hundred flowers and a hundred flowers cold food road, whose tree is the fragrant car?
Who is he and his horse? Shuangfeiyan, meet a stranger? Stir up spring worries like catkins. There is nowhere to be found in the long dream.
Li Shangyin's untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we broke up.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Anonymous "Long song"
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Luo Yin's Bees
No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied.
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
Wang Changling's "Seven Military Services, Part I"
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai at dusk.
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.