The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
In Tang Fan Chuan, the sunset was late and warm, and the wind was slightly better. Blowing on new leaves, in shallow flowers. Quiet and clear, warm and blue. Looking at the green water a little bit, I feel scattered. Rely on emotional migration, Pei's reward is not bad. Yan Hua is indescribable, but full of gas field.
The last song, Haruka, in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi banned three or four residual warblers in the garden, and the evening scenery was slow. There is nothing in the sun in the west, and I am walking alone on the palace flowers.
In the early spring and early Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi's snow melted and released, and the scenery and wind resumed. The fields of the whole stadium are wet and the leaves are rooted in the walls. The official residence is quiet and the door is closed to the west. Who do you want to talk to if you don't open Zhuang Lao Juan?
Spring scenery is picturesque on Tanghu Lake, with scattered peaks and peaks. There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon. Early rice is pumped by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt shows Xinpu. I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half the sentences were left in this lake.
In the early spring and Tang Dynasty of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi returned to the clouds to break the Chu rain, and the lake was warm again. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
Spring water, Tang Du Fu, peach blossom waves in March, old traces of rivers. There is no sand tail in the morning, and the blue color moves Chai Men. Pick up the delicious bait and pour it into the small garden with a pipe. With countless birds, it's noisy to take a shower.
Li Chuntang and Du Fu competed in Chunhua, and Li Chun should be the best. Less need good colors, more branches. Peach and plum branches can always move around. How expensive it is, but I'm afraid someone will know.
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Tang Dynasty, Guan Xiu took the initiative to move the furnace, which was selfless everywhere. There is not much relief for returning geese, and it takes the most time to dye flowers. MengMeng hates aristocratic families, which is deeply driven by politics. Don't be surprised to meet only for sleep, my heart is not in prosperity and decline.
When Jiang Nanchun was pregnant with Li Bai's youthful geometry in Tang Dynasty, the yellow birds kept singing. People in the world, I don't know where to go home, wandering, white-haired. The shadow lingers in Chu month, but the heart flies to Qin Yun. This body is particularly brilliant, and the countryside has long been deserted. In the year of Yan, Long song thanked the goldfinch.
On the night of early spring, I watched the old snow and the new Leimengcao in Li Duan in the Tang Dynasty. Morning cream should be beside the temples, and night rain should not urge flowers. If the trip is too late, it will be recorded in the old country. If you don't report the end of spring, you will get drunk today.
Spring Rain Tang Li Shangyin Spring has come, and I'm lying in bed in a white coat, thinking only about Baimancheng, where I can't go. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home. The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams. Why, I see a lone goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
In the early summer and Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi accumulated water in the spring pool, and there were countless Xia Shu. The boat is like a wild crossing, and the fence falls like a river village. Touch the piano mattress quietly and open the door of the wine cellar. Get a little grandson if you have nothing to do.
Summer's potential energy turned into a graceful figure, and in an instant he grew into one. Birds can't fly, but strong winds can blow them away. One day in Wanzhou, forget the site. If you want it to rain in summer, smell the thunder on the river first.
The mountain pavilion in summer, the green trees in Gao Pian are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
Looking at Tang Guanxiu's visit in the summer evening, I feel sad. Tao Kan Han Xi Temple, where is it now? Sha Ting is dry and foggy, and Pingchuan Mountain Fire shines everywhere. Finally, things will return to the East, and war will fill Xu Tian.
In the early summer and early Tang Dynasty, Hu Sujing was preoccupied, and the pearls and foils sank during the day. Sleep is shocking, the words are shifted to the pillow, the sick spider silk is half in the chaos of the piano and rain, the flowers are buried in the past, and the moon porch pruning bamboo turns cold and cloudy. Know how much a bottle of spring wine costs, and find out all the money in the bag for gold.
In midsummer in Shan Ye, Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty lazily shook his white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off the headscarf and hang it on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines and the pines overhead.
In summer and during the day, I occasionally do Liu Tang General Hospital in Zhou Nan. In summer, I got drunk and slept in the north several times. When I woke up at noon, I only felt the silence of the earth and the sound of a cup of tea when new tea was smashed in the bamboo forest.
In the early autumn of Tang Dynasty, Du Mu's drizzle washed away the air, and the autumn standard was new. The summer heat goes to the cruel officials, and the breeze comes to the old friends. If you order wine carelessly, you won't know what to do. Who would have thought of old Chen chen, the Thai baht scale and a wisp of snow?
On the pond in early autumn, Bai Juyi's lotus flowers are uneven in green, and the pond is full of new autumn water. The morning cool gives birth to the north sill, and the evening light gives birth to the east fence. The cicada is lazy, and the dried willow is weak. Pan is over twenty, so why worry?
The autumn rain sighed that the Tang Dynasty Dufulan was in succession, and the four seas were deserted with the same clouds. There is no more argument about going to Malay cattle, and it is no good to distinguish muddy water from clear water. The ears of grain are dark and have ears, but there is no news of the farmer. In the city, rice for silk, I want to talk about Xu Ning.
Bai Juyi, who lived in Qiushan in the Tang Dynasty, climbed a mountain today after a long illness. The mountains are cold in autumn and clouds call me clear. White stone can lie on the pillow, and green radish can climb. If you have something in your heart, you don't want to return it every day. Life has no geometry, such as sending it between heaven and earth. There are thousands of worries in my heart and no leisure in my body. When to remove the dust net, customs should be built here.
In the autumn dynasty, it was rainy and clear, and the distant mountains were unknown at the beginning. At night, the river is like a hook on the moon, and sometimes it makes a sound that scares the fish and throws waves.
"There is no state on the edge" In the southern part of Mutuburak Mountain in the late autumn of Tang Dynasty, the horse was put on the flat sand at night. The wind sent the lonely city into the corner of the night, one after another into the hearts of guests.
Autumn Xiangjiang River Tang Du Xun River Sanxiang moonlight Sanxiang water, soaked in cold light like a shop. Saihong can't stay overnight, and he hasn't heard from his hometown for half a year.
On the night of autumn moon, Gu Fei, a bear, swims in the wild geese in the wind, and shines on China with the full moon. Anvils always ring at night, and there are many families on the river.
In the autumn night, Tang, who lives in the mountains, looks embarrassed looking around for air. Lonely smoke worries about the setting sun, and big trees hate the west wind. The silence of the mountains and the sound of firewood reveal the coldness and poverty. At this time, foreign affairs, humor with several people.
Early winter Tang Bai Juyi October Jiangnan good weather, poor winter scenery like spring flowers. Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first. Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers. At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.
In winter, Du Fu's collection of flowers and leaves in the Tang Dynasty followed God's will, Shi Gen, Jiangxi. The morning glow follows the shadow, and the cold water follows the trace. Yang Zhu is prone to tears, but Chu's soul is hard to suck. The wind and waves are unstable at dusk. Who will stay?