Anthurium of Goose: A Clear Wave in Anthurium
Looking at Dongting Lake from afar —— addressed to Premier Zhang
Author Meng Haoran
poetry
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
When I sit here and watch a fisherman throw a hook, I envy his catch in vain.