Mountains and rivers have no roads, and there is another village.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
Qian Fan on the sinking side, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Hanyang tree in Lili, Qinchuan, parrot island, a nest of herbs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
I haven't learned Chinese for two years. I just want to think so much first and see if I can help you.