Thousands of ancient poems send the spring tide.
Prose has precipitated into its own poems, which have been classics for thousands of years.
It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and an immortal chapter will be read through the ages.
Renshan knows the water and sings morality, and Cynthia praises the gentleman.
The rivers and lakes are illuminated in the moon, and there are remnants of pines, cypresses and onions.
It's a peaceful birthday, sunny in the north and rainy in the south.
The Yangtze River and the Yellow River flow into the sea in the east, and the five mountains return without looking at the mountains.
Thousands of ancient poems are the soul of Qiantang spring, and the waves roll forward.
Autumn ci
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
The clear sky is full of cranes and clouds, and poetry attracts Bixiao.