Ouyang Jiong, Nanxiangzi
The young grass is like smoke, and the pomegranate blossoms bloom in the Hainan sky.
At dusk, the spring shadows are reflected in the river pavilion, and the mandarin ducks are bathing. The water is far away and the mountains are long and insignificant.
The painted boat is parked on the rafters, and there is a horizontal bamboo bridge outside the hibiscus fence.
A woman on the beach on the water, looking back, smiling and pointing out that she lives in the banana forest.
The sand is flat far away from the shore, and the sunset is bright as the sun sets on its way home.
The peacock has a self-pitying golden emerald tail, near the water, and recognizes passers-by without being startled.
Whose house is at the entrance of the cave? Mulan boat is tied to magnolia.
The red-sleeved girls attracted each other and traveled to Nanpu, smiling and talking to each other in the spring breeze.
Twenty-eight flowers, the chest is like snow and the face is like lotus.
Earrings are worn with gold nuggets, and Xia clothes are narrow. Smiling at the head of the river to attract visitors from far away.
As the road enters Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red.
After a light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are harvesting red beans and raising their slender hands under the trees.
The sleeves are wrapped in shark gauze, and the incense is picked deep in the cave to invite each other with a smile.
On the cane branches are drops of reed wine, and the sunflower mat is spread, and I walk and sit among the cardamom flowers in the evening.
Jadeite?, white apple fragrance with small satin.
The island is gloomy and autumn-rainy, with fluttering reeds and several fishing boats camping there.