The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu came back here.
Well, there's no way, Jinghe village
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.
The river is green, and there are songs on the Langjiang River.
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.
Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
Flowers fall, do your best; Swallows return, they are no longer strangers.
Xisai Mountain before the white egrets fly freely, the river, plump mandarin fish swimming happily, floating in the water in the peach is so bright and full.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another.
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
The grass grows by the stream alone, and the orioles sing in the deep trees.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food is easterly and willows are oblique.