Han gong chun nan yuan
Build a mountain shed, draw stubborn vines and jump and climb. The transplanted wild fruit is now sprouting. Mow him a few times, and you will know that the field is full of golden melons. Han from the countryside has lived in the city for a long time, but his intimacy is still mud.
Rare south garden soil, quiet and noisy sun and moon, sun and moon flowers. Flowers, branches and leaves are graceful. It will also be beautiful, drawing new pictures and decorating window screens. I still heard that the wind is born in water, and it is necessary to count insects and frogs as spring.
Man Ting Fang JIU yi
Count the stars, how many fireflies, and the late frog sentence South Tang. Wild wind and fragrant grass, thunderstorm said Xiaoxiang. The Yellow Crane Tower has a sunset, and there is a pulse of the sunset in the smoke waves. Outside the window, abortion, Yangcheng, wearing a touch of evening makeup.
Duration. I can't wave it away, and the red chamber is full of green willows. The Buddha's heart still exists, and the bright moon is at the west window. It's hard to lose weight in the chest. Ten years of dreams, no discussion. What was missing? The sound of the waves is still the same, and the fishing fire is in the Miluo River.
Autumn tour in the alley of Taohua Lake
Trees surround the village. Water surrounds the village. When the boat shakes, Qiuyang is drunk. The mountain house reflects blue, and the chicken crows the fence. The girl is red, the building is white and the orange is yellow.
Mandarin ducks on the water. Yuanyang on the boat. Shallow fish are also lovers. Smoke, grain and wine are fragrant in the evening. Only when the wind blows, people are drunk and dreamy.
Hangxiangzi Han Chun
The wind is blowing. Rain is coming, too It's getting colder, and there are gusts of west wind. Sigh Chunhua pen and ink, snubbing Zhai Qing. Accompanied by the pine in Nanyuan, the bamboo among the pine trees and the Sophora japonica beside the bamboo.
Mountains can also be cut down. Water can also be cut. The most heartbreaking, two two. A wisp of soul, bypassing the corner. It is the dreamer, the laurel in the moon and the moss in the mirror.
Xiaozhongshan spring silk
My heart is broken. Rain comes to dream of spring, hit banana. The poet is so worried recently. Long and short sentences are not enchanting.
Many lovers are always far away after they leave, and there is no news. You can't describe it unless it's smoke or fog, so you are sad and melancholy.
He Xin lang mei hun LAN po
Don't say goodbye. I'm confused, but I can't help it. You pull him. Is it shallow and deep? As beautiful as the soul. Only sadness, peach coagulation. In the afterglow of the smoke, the frost is foggy. Who can solve this problem?
I dreamed of flying butterflies last night. Dancing in the spring breeze, flowers are in full bloom and branches are swaying. I always miss the clouds and rain in the western hills, and there is a crescent moon on the lake. Bright and bright, acacia red leaves. I asked Blue Sky Happy Eyes, how to write this love story?
Ji You Huatangchun Hu Nan
Nanhu tobacco six must be dissolved. Spring flowers are white. The boat is busy. Yan is also worried.
It's a rare sunny day, and it's also very relaxing when I'm idle. The poorest little girl has a cross-eye. Look at the current.
Sheng cha zi yue man bing Lou
Autumn leaves sound, and the line is also westerly. Just to send the Dongting star, but also to catch the Kunlun moon.
Full moon soldiers, soldiers homesick. It's like seeing an old friend coming and watching the snow in Tianshan Mountain.
Cha Sheng Huzibian
The old lady went to the lake to sell her goods calmly. Paid for the wine and bought it with Huguang.
Sitting on a stone for a long time gives birth to wind, blowing up the debt of acacia. Cut your eyes and swallow the sky, and see the state of smoke and waves.
Yan Guiliang's homesickness
Last night, frogs dyed the grass pond red. Moon shadow knocked on the window again. Never keep your mind busy. Short sentences, two or three lines.
I don't know when I got drunk in my dream and lay next to Liu Yin. Strong local accent and fragrant vegetable roots. Look, little sister, Cai Qing is busy.
Jiang Shangyun, who gave birth to faults.
Who is playing with idle clouds on the river? One minute you pinch a pig, and the next minute you become a white horse.
Clouds flow in the water and under the bend of the river. Turn it into a dream, Bian Mei, and decorate your West Window painting.
Point to spring Nanjiang dog barking
Tarim basin in southern Xinjiang, thousands of miles away in the desert. At night, dogs bark.
Iron desert fright, Youlong dance every day. So vast. Baili copper sound casting.
The ancient meaning is thousands of years, and tears are also covered with wine. The sound is bitter and drunk intestines and intestines. The mountains and rivers became thin overnight.
Shengchazi Wusuojiangtian
The trick of playing clouds on the river made the ancient days jealous. Put away the sun flowers and let out the fog.
Birds live in the jungle and fish live in deep pools. I can't see the way home, and people are lonely in the fog.
Huanxisha Taoshan Fanshui
Peel off layers of contemporary clothes. Fortress Besieged is on today. Gourmet Mountain provides food for the hungry.
Only by choking insects in the Gua Tian, and carrying snakes across the Mao wall. Children's voices are cool in several places.
Die Hua Lian Mu Yang Wu Yun
Settle the sheep and do nothing. Wood Ye Ying flies, playing a sweet tune. Clouds are entwined. The fluttering skirt whirled in the wind.
Looking at flowers is also annoying. Be in the mood right away, don't talk to the sidewalk. If you go to the horizon, you will be born late. The horizon is red with acacia grass.
Exhale at the mother.
Wet the soil with sweat. Years will blossom. I can smell my mother's breath, and I know when she will give birth.
A garden with red beans, two ginkgo bushes and three cucumbers. There are so many lanyu in the dream, wake up and call mom.
Zui Hua Yin Zao Chun
I remember the spring show. Laugh and say Lu. Willow color on the branches, Wan Li heart continent, inch by inch acacia thick.
After drizzle and dusk. More than a thousand emotions. Go to the dream again, jiangbei Jiangnan, waiting to read new words.
He Xinlang Jian Shuo
The bronze sword hanging at home is a weapon in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. 19881February 22nd, unearthed in Banqiao Village, Yueyang County, Hunan Province. More than 2,000 years later, it is still intact, with a sharp blade and a green light. Give this to strengthen the heart of the text.
Sleep in the yellow mud. In 2000, I buried my name in the grass and met my bosom friend. Count the spots of copper stains, which should be red tears. Like smelling her, Mo Xie was silent. How many princes of the State of Wu have become old-fashioned, with only green hills and flowing water. The flow is constant, and it is spring and autumn.
Stone, light, iron, fire, copper wind. Then it was made, rivers and mountains, bones and muscles, man's flesh and blood. From then on, the heart of the text hung in fear, and the mountain became an iron flute. How to be worthy, the first record of brother Wu. Don't sing ill sentences to a sad heart, cast a new chapter and get a bronze taste. Draw a sword shadow, in the heart of the word.
Tanghe Linjiang county
The warbler came first when the photo was taken, but the butterfly licked it very late. It looks like a beaver. The grass peeps at the wet tail to distinguish things.
How many stars are there in the sky and how many stars are there in the water. A few hemp frogs hold lotus clothes. The sound of moonlight makes me homesick every night.
Zuihua Jianyue
Nan Shan Yue. North Mountain Moon. When will the full moon disappear? When there is no moon, a tree will grow new flowers.
Climb here and pick a branch. Give it to the people over there. It's still hot in the dream.