When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Wang Wan, the next berth of Beibao Mountain.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Tides come and go, and no wind stirs my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Jiang Lou gan stir-fried flavor
Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water. Where are the moongazers? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
Schumann skotu
The long-term plan for leisure is not idle, and I try to leave Qin Guan. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of the old mountain.
Topic Zhi Chuanshan Shui Dai's Book Theory
In May, the Matsushita Cottage was cool and pleasant, and the white sand enveloped Tingzhou and the lush forests in the distance in the twilight, showing a vast gray. On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown.
Missing Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
Wang Yucheng
The horse is wearing a string of chrysanthemums that look like yellow. People think that this kind of horse grows in the wild. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. Why are you so melancholy? Village bridge is like my hometown!