Penglai searched for Yaochi Road in vain. I didn't know there was a curtain pavilion on earth.
Luo Zhi fan is always like a cloud, and fine grass is like a butterfly skirt.
Say goodbye to Baidi Caiyun and return to Jiangling one day.
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Birds fly high and go alone. Meet and hate each other late, only Jingting Mountain.
Although Jianghan is vast, it is not difficult to cross by boat.
Every time I visit, I am invited to find a gentleman. If I see "Leisure Fu", I have never heard of it.
I also know that the neighboring city is like a noisy atmosphere, but I laugh, why hide white clouds.
Alone on Boshan, the peak is small and the green fog flies around. I'm afraid to learn from the clouds, and let the balcony spring dawn, spring dawn, spring dawn, full of green grass.
Wan Li's lonely cloud sweeps the moon.
It's a good autumn night in Shandong, so I don't need help on the bridge.
Lipper
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Luo Weiqiu ladder Kanaida, a layer of thin frost shines like a small mirror on my mat.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, from the clouds above, I see the blue and deep sky.
Below, I saw the green color and agitation of the water. My sadness flies painfully between them,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart.
The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
The wind from thousands of miles is beating the battlements of Yumenguan.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
Step by step, [3] I heard the news.
Darkness bid farewell to the monk and bowed their heads to the white clouds.
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
We waved goodbye and my horse neighed again and again.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, and many roads are safe now.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea.
There are too many China poems written in the clouds, no less than 8,000.
The one downstairs is really mean. This is a complete copy of me. Let me add a few words.
Du Mu
Spring breeze is the most gentle and elegant, it appears in the west of Liucun.
Living in the cave, the stream is divided into streams.
Yun Lan is impatient, and egrets have strong spirits.
Luck sense
If you don't look back at the clouds all day, you will be as incompetent as if you have no intention.
Poor Glory-Pian Yu, where does sunny Wan Li come from?
Where is the bubbling water in the fairy boat?
The wind on Lu 'an gradually fades away, making your home like a deserted place.
Clouds and water are still worthy of appreciation, and whistling and singing are also very comfortable.