First, spend the night in Taohua Island.
Floating light and jade fairy boat? The rain is sparse and the beads are flying about. Playing with mandarin ducks, holding mud beside the hall, Shuang Yan. When I woke up, I went to explore the mountains and rivers again, and my dream was still interesting. I hate it when the sun goes down at night and joy flies into the cloud country with birds.
Second, Penglai enjoys snow and laughs at itself
1, Penglai enjoys the snow: Penglai enjoys it at the end of the year, and the cold wind urges day and night. Wild geese fly on the branches, and snow and ice build a silver platform. Crystal curtains hung on cliffs and waterfalls, and there is no moon in Chai Men. Suddenly, I heard the charming girl laughing. I suspect it's nine days.
2, self-mockery: life hurts officials and is hard, and life is sweet and fat. In front of people, chalk painted frosty temples, and strange books and short clothes under the lamp. The heart of the island is green, and the bow swings sleeves and flies. When will the beauty hand over the book and ask for a drizzle?
Third, make fun of urban diseases.
Tall buildings are like dense forests, but moisture fills the altar. Sitting on the soft leather bed at the end, eating and drinking with ice, very close. I can't sleep at the mahjong table at night and feel sleepy at work. Use a sharp knife to stab the cervical bone of the lumbar spine, and the green sleeve honeysuckle can enter the heart.
Fourth, Qin and Joe
1, southern spring tide, longing for the countryside, often dreaming back. Recall the secluded path in the forest and fly to the tree hole; Green space in front of the courtyard, fast-paced micro-platform. Climb the cliff barefoot, play white stripes, and dare to pull the dragon all the way. Boarding, the rate of single tree and blue valley, regardless of height.
2. A bolt from the blue. Teach countless arrogant warblers not to crow. Sighing rainbow light and arrow rain, Qian Shan fell wood; Rural capital, surnamed Huang Yi. A green lamp, the autumn window reflects the grass, where is the horse chasing in the battlefield? Life, help poetry cry, with a golden hammer.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) water, Liu Zhengci and Zhang "Celebrate the 30th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese Poetry Society"
In those days, where did you find real songs on the silver beach? Thousands of people expect, voices call, and the weather is good. When I heard the news of Beijing, the flag was raised in the clouds, and the wine was fragrant and poetic. It's just a long drive to the season, and prostitutes are tactfully looking at the window. I only know how anxious I am, watching Dongpo and Tea Tip Singer. Thousands of rivers and waters, flowers floating rhyme, jade flowing in waves. Frog drum coral, cicada singing green willow, all become lovers. Qian Kuixing gave me a huge pen and a Chinese preface.