Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. ?
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?
2. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Three Memories of Jiangnan"
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!
3. Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing's "Leaping Happy Li Han"
South floating on the sea, Wan Li to Wutai. I can't remember my face after such a long separation. ?
Spring breeze urges guests to get drunk, and Jiangyue opens to people. Envy is unrestrained, but Sha Ou never guesses.
4. Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's "Jibei Travel Thinking/Sending People away"
Looking at my hometown every day, singing Bai Zhu's songs. I remember when I left home because I gave it away. ?
When you are frustrated, you talk alone, and when you are sad, only you know. Outside the guest pavilion, the willow turns south.
5. Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's Guo Fu, Cui Shaofu, Yin Jishan, Jiang Shang.
The spring embankment is full of willow hair, and it is a period of remembering old people. Plants have no intention, but they have their own time. ?
The mountains are far and near, and the rivers are lovesick. Not as good as Lanting club, empty songs and poems.