Poems with "Xiang" and "Ting"

Hungry eagles are singing in the autumn sky and clouds are in the morning.

Listen to the cricket's snorting and swim in the wild goose's Yun Xiang.

A tree with a high crown and a jade hall, knowing it, wants to roll Yun Xiang.

Spring in the mountain city is bitter and lonely, and I always hate it without grace.

Princess Ming has the most graceful demeanor, and should have four stars in the Chili room.

Tingting held out her chest and looked up at Song Qing, expecting the compatibility of talented people.