Tang Bai Juyi
The ridge of the pavilion is too high for you to tear down, and the owner keeps it as the western mountain.
Take a good look at the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
Jiang
Tang Bai Juyi
Climbing high and looking far, thinking leisurely, Jiang Ting didn't come back at night.
Red waves boil at dusk and white smoke blooms at the beginning of the month.
Don't send snow feathers to spring, tweezers and frost hairs to old age.
I dare to make a three-year plan, but I know better than Jia.