I heard that Nantai tried it.
Nine tracks crawl on the raging waves, and thousands of ships cross the river.
The bells and drums in the temple building urge the morning to faint, and the market has fallen from ancient times to the present.
White hair does not get rid of heroism, and drunkenness plays the flute and sits in banyan.
Lei Zi Shilian lives in jing xing Hospital, Xinglian Village, Soviet style.
Northern Hainan is desolate, and Buddhist temples are like chickens.
Suddenly, in this banyan forest, I flew through the air.
Wash my feet with mud when the door opens.
Gao Tang grinds new bricks, and cave dwelling households divide corners.
When you fall into bed, you will fall asleep and your breath will be like a rainbow.
My servant refused to leave, so I stayed for half a day.
Go boating in the morning and get drunk in Shili Creek.
When you wake up, you will know where to go, and you will be even more frustrated when you return to the road.
With crimson lips
The mountains are dark and the autumn clouds are dark, and the crows crow against the banyan trees.
Where are the old friends?
It rained all night in Xiting.
Dream into the new cool, just to eliminate the residual heat.
Do you know that?/You know what?
Swallows will take their young.
Another year has flown by.
Yan Xing's Four Poems —— Taking Mumeiyuan Jie as an Example
Climbing the peak and leaning on the valley, the heart is tired and thinking of trees.
Seeing that each other has a shadow, there is no rich pity;
Look at the buds of hazel stalks and the harmony of fir trees.
The elasticity is not strong, but it is elastic.
Books are not fragrant, but they are real.
It is not the difference between rain and dew that is uneven.
I dare say that rationality is not equal to timeliness,
It's better to meditate in your heart, and it's not pleasant at last.
I don't know the meaning of heaven and earth, and I am willing to cut the roots of evil trees.
Empty the owl's lair and take the children as wages.
Cutting down a big tree makes the flames fly and burn dry and rot.
It's not that my heart is not kind, it's the shame of my husband's dispute between good and evil.
And I want to cultivate the cream soil of the three rivers and benefit the clear water.
The seal will be filled with good wood, which will make you feel good.
I am also afraid that the good will not flourish and I will be picked by evil.
Thinking about righteousness and thinking about Cao enables Fu to win.
Zhan Bian, so Ke Ruxi, I came from the southern wilderness.
I'm from the east.
Pray for moral return and help god burn incense.
I'm worried about parallel and Mercedes-Benz.
And yin and yang are not harmonious, and I hate losing this place.
Today, God is not luxuriant, which makes it strong and fragrant.
Xi sighed heavily to make up for something, and every sentence of Qi Xin had a fine meaning.
I want to help the gods, and I want to be connected with heaven and earth.
I'm still afraid of all kinds of monsters and Shan Gui,
I am fascinated by my soul, but I don't listen to words.
Dare to point to the water, swear my heart is self-evident.
Butterfly lover Li Mixun
Hundreds of mountains and rivers.
Ten miles away, the road goes around Nantai.
The leaves of banyan trees are covered with Sichuan flying herons.
The curtain is half-rolled, and the rain is hazy.
The pavilion soars into the sky.
In the lotus, the wind is clear and the air is positive, and you can practice martial arts to cool off the heat.
I have no place to live.
One statue will be the Lord of Mount Heng.