Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
"Here, in the south of the Yangtze River, a red orange tree grows." Zhang Jiuling in the Tang Dynasty.
Here, south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Its leaves are green all winter.
Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature.
Although it may serve your distinguished guests, you leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers. ..
It's luck, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle.
You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree?
Spring Boat on Ruoya Lake didn't dive in Tang Dynasty.
Deliberate joy has no end, no matter what happens, I will continue.
And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake.
At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.
The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods.
I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..
Being in the South with My Brother —— Thoughts of Cui, Deputy Governor of Tang Dynasty, in the moonlight
Lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.
Ran Ran is full of surplus and deficiency, taking it easy, surpassing our wisdom and changing the new into the old.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.
A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
Nan Ting Xia Xiang Meng Xin Hao Ran in Tang Dynasty
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.