The roots of the mountain were inserted into Li Peng Lake, and three rivers were killed on the back.
The land is superior to Gu Yan because of people, and everything is destroyed with it.
There are no tourists in the academy, and thousands of rocks and valleys can shed tears.
Literary talent still exists, and the lecture hall is lonely.
Sweet-scented osmanthus in Songmen is full of autumn moon, and crutches seek the eternal source.
Meiling is like a stone mirror, and Fusang Danxia welcomes my porch.
Sitting at the top of the Song Dynasty, first frost is quiet, and the stone pool is full of grass.
Five or six people were crowned, and the cliff was poor, climbing together.
Grass sometimes smells tigers and cries apes at dusk.
I am engaged in official business today, but it is difficult for cricket to stay at home for a long time.
Horses and chariots came out of the mountain to see each other off, and the sunset embarked on the Poyang boat.
Master and apprentice are deeply in love, and the solitary sail and bright moon are still shining.
Too much affection is also a gift, but it's a pity to steal the virtuous.
In the Ming dynasty, drums beat thunder, and five peaks and two swords gave birth to autumn smoke. Li Mengyang (1472- 1530) was born in Anhua county, Qingyang prefecture (now Qingcheng county, Gansu province), moved to Kaifeng prefecture, worked as a calligrapher, studied Yan Zhenqing's brushwork, was good at using words in ancient Chinese, advocated that "literature must be in Qin and Han dynasties, and poetry must flourish in Tang dynasty", and emphasized retro. A writer in the middle of Ming Dynasty, the leader of the first seven sons of the retro school. Li Mengyang
By boat, east and west, north and south, the tiger's den surprised the city. Seventy thousand Li Rong came here, which is unheard of in the history of five thousand years. Search for strange words in the exam, and Guigu respects the teacher and sends it to the secretary. Teach a lesson every ten years, and the people are strong. -Huang Zunxian's Poems of Harmony with Zhong Xiyu and Changde Incense Chamber and Zhong Xiyu's Poems of Changde Incense Chamber in the Qing Dynasty.
By boat, east and west, north and south, the tiger's den surprised the city.
Seventy thousand Li Rong came here, which is unheard of in the history of five thousand years.
Search for strange words in the exam, and Guigu respects the teacher and sends it to the secretary.
Teach a lesson every ten years, and the people are strong. I live in Tongchuan, Qionghaizi, facing southwest road 8 thousand. But Zu Qingniu is not coming back today, and Yu Jia White Deer is still sleeping. Yun Ping is unpredictable and dreamlike. Jean and sword have met for a long time. How many west winds and yellow leaves hate, waiting for the wine to fill the lake. -Song Bai Yuchan's "Send Li Daoshi to Shu" sent Li Daoshi to Shu.
I live in Tongchuan, Qionghaizi, facing southwest road 8 thousand.
But Zu Qingniu is not coming back today, and Yu Jia White Deer is still sleeping.
Yun Ping is unpredictable and dreamlike. Jean and sword have met for a long time.
How many west winds and yellow leaves hate, waiting for the wine to fill the lake. It's just the wind! Then let him according to the mountain xiao's advice, hovering relaxation. Sweep away the new base in your chest, you are still a dry Kun. Don't define, just turn around. Looking down on life, all ants turned into ants and ran in the forest to realize Dongpo's ambition. Only strong grass, still no regrets. Once bleak and lofty. How many bosom friends send a water and travel for a period of time? When the seasonal eagle rises in the wild, it is afraid of sharp weapons on the earth. The amount of loess is different from the vicissitudes of life. Turn your voice like a song and ask how to imitate it in a hundred years. I want to get drunk and cry! -Modern Wang Jingwei's "On Meaning" on meaning.
Modern Wang Jingwei
It's just the wind! Then let him according to the mountain xiao's advice, hovering relaxation.
Sweep away the new base in your chest, you are still a dry Kun.
Don't define, just turn around.
Looking down on life, all ants turned into ants and ran in the forest to realize Dongpo's ambition.
Only strong grass, still no regrets.
Once bleak and lofty.
How many bosom friends send a water and travel for a period of time? When the seasonal eagle rises in the wild, it is afraid of sharp weapons on the earth.
The amount of loess is different from the vicissitudes of life.
Turn your voice like a song and ask how to imitate it in a hundred years. I want to get drunk and cry! ▲