In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
It used to be dirty and boastful, but now it is boundless.
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.